Stranded 001

This rp is partially based on the television show 'LOST'. It focuses on the premise that our characters board a plane, and the plane crashes. The plane crashes when one of the pilots has a heart attack, and the second pilot cannot stabilize the plane. Many on the plane die-but these characters survive:

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For convenience, a list of the dead ocs will also be kept here, also

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The island is tropical, the scenario is meant to be as realistic as possible (no polar bears or smoke monsters), the plane left from Greese, and the following supplies have survived the crash:

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Also, as the title would suggest, this rp could easily become a series. When this rp dies off, we can simply start a new one when the mood strikes us ^^

It starts when the survivors awaken and realize their plane has crashed...

When Helen finally came to, the first thing she thought of was how pretty the sky looked. She'd always loved sunsets before a storm... red and hazy, like the clouds had caught fire. She laid back, just watching the pretty black clouds dance among the fire, and let her thoughts wander. She smelled smoke, but couldn't register exactly what it was coming from. She only thought of cigarettes...

Cigarettes...

Edward's girlfriend smoked cigarettes. Blast Cherry-a ridiculously expensive brand that was so perfumed it nearly made Helen sick to her stomach. When she'd first smelled that on Edward, she'd known something was wrong. Edward didn't smoke. Edward never bought her perfume. Edward always smelled like Drakkar Noir. She bought him Drakkar Noir every year for their anniversary, and put it on him in the morning. There was no better smell than sex, sweat, and Drakkar Noir.

Finally, she started to feel something other than wonder. Helen felt angry. The clouds were no longer so pretty, and her wandering thoughts had awakened in her a need to find her husband. She slowly sat up-god, why was she so sore?-and looked around. She blinked several times, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. She started to breath heavily and wiped her forehead. She had assumed the sticky sensation was sweat, but when she looked at her hand, all she saw was blood. "E-Edward?" Still, nothing was registering to her. She did not realize the plane had crashed. She only knew she was injured, and that meant Edward might be, too. "Edward?!" She screamed. "EDWARD!"

Bryce groaned, his hand was still shoved into his pocket, clutching the smallbox. Oh thank god he still had it. He couldn't lose it. It was for Mari. He blinked a few times and slowly lifted his head, realising that his face had been squished into the ground. He coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood, along with a tooth. What the hell had happened? Where was he? Where was Mari? Where was-

"Gaaaaah!" Bryce's scrambled up as quick as he could at the sound of the scream. His chest felt like a hippo was sitting on it and he could barely tell what direction it was coming, but he knew who it was. He just knew. "Kuuuuurt!" he fumbled through the dense forest, trying to follow the screaming, a clear look of desperation in the man's eyes.

(This post sucked so bye-bye post :I )

There was a horrible creaking noise... It sounded remarkably like the old broken swing set behind Weisis' grandmother's house. She'd fallen off that swing the day it had broke. She'd snapped her wrist. She could taste something metallic... Something... Something was seriously wrong

Her eyes fluttered open and widened in horror. All she could see was a very long drop. she cringed, closing her eyes and turning away... That's when she felt something warm ooze against her shoulder. She slowly turned her head to see the man who was sitting next to her. His neck was nearly severed. There was blood... Blood everywhere. What she'd been tasting must not have even been her own. She was too petrified to know if she was even injured.

Through the shock and horror, all she could think about was how she was sitting next to Salvatore. That's who she was sitting next to. She scarcely remembered getting up to go to the washroom... And this man... This man beside her had dark, curly hair. A sob escaped her mouth, she couldn't see his face, but her stomach churned unpleasantly. Shakily, she raised her hand to try and shift the man's head. Unfortunately, the moment she tried to move, the creaking grew louder, and the two seats which were jammed between a cliff face and some tall, slender trees began to shift dangerously. She let out a loud, shrill cry. It was only a matter of time before something gave way and she'd plummet with the seats.

Ringing. That's all Damaris could hear for about a few minutes before she heard screaming.
Screaming. And ringing. And screaming and more screaming...God, people were annoying when they screamed. She wanted to stop it. Stop everything. Stop time, stop the people screaming, stop panicking, stop bleeding, stop the pain, god, please, stop the pain! She felt like every bone had snapped in two, and god, the pain in her back is what killed her the most. It felt like someone had taken a million knifes and stabbed her repeatedly. What was this?..where was she?...Oh god, where was she?! Where was Bryce?! Where was Kurt, oh my god, her poor Kurt, he must be terrified. God, please, please let this all just be a bad dream, please, let them still be on a plane, let this be an inebriated dream from all the airplane alcohol, please don't let her be dead, please please please...

Kelti crawled out of the water coughing and spitting up large quantities of water. Her hands, arms, legs and feet were all bleeding. She'd stumbled into coral, trying to get to shore when she'd awoken. The gashes all stung of salt water and now... The feeling of sand being ground into the wounds. She took a moment to catch her breath and then stood, screaming as loud as her hoarse voice would allow... Trying to find the only person who really mattered right now. "Dilyn!... Dilyn!"
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When Kurt came to, all he could do was scream. He'd never been in so much pain in his life... The was something on top of him! The pain in his chest and stomach was so bad, he could not even breathe without tearing up. He just wanted to go home. He wanted to crawl into bed with Oliver, snuggle up to him and then call his mother and tell her that he loved her... That he was alright. It hadn't occurred to Kurt that he really wasn't all right. The dizzying pain was causing him not to think straight.

Dilyn had asked Kelti to never let go of his hand when the terbulance started while they were still in the air. He asked her to grip on to him as tightly as she possibly could and to not let him go, because it made him feel better, safer. But now, here he is, on the floor, half of his body practically caught on fire (not really, it just felt like it was), screaming and crying in pain and fear. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think...where was Kelti? He opened his eyes, holding back tears. Kelti, I gotta find Kelti... He had to find her, if it were the last thing he did. God, he hoped she was alive. She better be..and then, he did something he was going to regret later on. He stood, and started walking, didn't stop, not matter what the pain felt like. He stood up, hell burning on his side. Everything hurt..."Kelti!!"

She had no idea how long she'd been unconscious, but it was long enough to get sand in her mouth and nose. Meera sat up with a jolt, violently coughing and pushing her dark hair out of her face. Where was Denny? What had even happened? Why was her vision so spotty?

She suddenly gasped pulling her hand away from her head when she felt something warm and sticky. It was blood and a lot of it! "Oh god!..." She tried to remind herself that head wounds bleed a lot, but it was no use. Now they'd have to go to the hospital and miss the flight!... Wait no. They'd been on the flight... Why had she not remembered that?!

She looked about, her lip began quivering. "Jaaaayden! Jaaay!" She stumbled to her feet, and through the rubble. That's when she saw a foot sticking out from beneath a scrap of plane... Her heart stopped... What if it was her brother? Slowly, she struggled to push the piece of metal away.

Relief washed over her momentarily. It was not Jayden. It was a tall man with longer brown hair. She was unsure if he was even alive... There was a piece of metal lodged into his right eye socket. She stared at him for a long time before she decided she should check his pulse. Meera thought she felt one, but she was unsure with her shaky hands.

Cori winced at the pain in her side. Shit, had she broken a rib or two? Her breathing quickened a bit as she tried to sit up. She reached out to grab a jagged edge of metal in order to steady herself. She slowly trudged towards a hole in the plane, eyes widening at seeing a mangled body impaled by some scrap right outside. She snapped her eyes shut and looked away, feeling an awful weight in her stomach as she tried to keep from panicking. It looked like she had been rather lucky in comparison to many of the former passengers. Just when she thought she wouldn't be able to ignore the anxiety any longer, she heard a small voice calling out back inside the plane. Her eyes snapped open and she immediately turned to peer back inside. At hearing the voice again, having her suspicions of it being that of a child confirmed, she began to make her way to the back of the plane as fast as she could. "Hold on! Stay put, I'm coming over to you!" she commanded.
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Peter slowly opened his eyes, a throbbing pain in his head. Every inch of him felt like it had been run over by a truck. He scowled a bit as he tried to sit up. What had happened? Where was he...? A grinding sound above him served as a rather rude awakening. His eyes widened and he quickly launched himself a few feet away, a rather large piece of the plane landing where he had previously been. He yelled in both surprise and pain. In dodging the falling debris, he had managed to get a rather sharp piece of metal lodged in his side. "Son of a bitch!!"
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"---your eyes, please!"
Mark groaned, the light hurting his eyes as he opened them.
"Hello!? Oh thank God, yes, yes, that's it! Open your eyes!"
Mark blinked for a moment before being met face to face with a petite face and a pair of big blue eyes. The dark haired stranger slapped his cheek lightly to get him to focus before smirking down at him with an obvious amount of effort.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, tiger. You're stuck here just like the rest of us."
Mark scrunched up his nose a bit and sat up. He immediately winced at feeling a sharp pain in his side. He looked down and mentally cursed at seeing his shirt drenched in his own blood and a lot of salt water. "'the hell?"