ƛԼƠƝЄ ƖƝ ƬӇƖƧ ƓƠƊƑƠƦƧƛƘЄƝ ƤԼƛƇЄ | ƧЄMƖ ԼƖƬ | 1 boy needed

[leaving soon]

{ - basicly we're still doing our first posts. Me and So long's charries have met. - }

[excalibur.]

[Okay, I will post in a minute. For Sampson, could you put 'Prince Charming and the Musical Professional,' please. c:]

[||Perfect Two||]

Scary

[leaving soon]

{ - Diva can you explain why you'r posting "scary"v on the forom? Could you delete your post please? - }

[excalibur.]

Sampson Jacobson
P r i n c e C h a r m i n g

Scream, scream, scream. The shouting and screams awoke Sampsom from his unconsciousness. He was on an aeroplane and then suddenly it fell from thirty thousand feet. He crawled out and then felt the rough gravelness of sand on his hands. He slowly stood up and he brushed the sand off himself. Fire was all over trees and branches, he was alone on a plane and now he had crashed and was deserted on a mysterious island. He looked around and saw nothing. His shirt was ripped and he took a breath of air that was filled with Carbon Dioxide due to the faltered engine. He coughed and smoke came out from the back his throat. Bashing his chest, Sampson walked around trying to find some people. He then looked and saw two people and walked over to them, "Hi," the eighteen year old said and then bashed his chest again. "I didn't know what happened, I slept through the whole thing, the sound of the crash awoke me. That's all I heard and then I saw people dead in their seats," he said worriedly and then rubbed the back of his neck with his palm. "Are you guys okay?" He asked concerned for people he did not even know, he had only just met them and he's asking questions. More like one thousand questions.

[FamineMyth]

( Posting my form later.)

[Korra's Left Foot]

Misty Burns [The Hidden Mirror]

Misty's coughing fits came and went until she could finally keep them under control. Her ears rang with shouts and yells just as her nose was filled with the scent of smoke and, somewhere far off, a salty one. Tear's streamed down Misty's face as she tried to get a grip on things. What exactly just happened?

Only one thing came to mind: something bad. More specifically, they had a little turbulence at one point and well, had a rough landing. It couldn't be real though could it? These types of things just didn't happen. That's the problem though, no one thinks it will happen to them, they just happen to other people.

Misty tried to get up. It wasn't that easy though as she could only manage to get to her knees. She then noticed what it was she was laying on. The ground yes, but it was grainy and smooth. Sand, Misty realized. Okay, so there was a crash landing and it was on a beach? She was still in a fog, but it was obvious that's where they happened to be. The ocean was just feet away from where she was and the plane's end was rhythmically battered by the crashing waves.

Even closer were two girls who, surprisingly, were trying to lift the wing of the plane. There was always two people, the selfish ones who saved themselves and those who were risky enough to save others. Misty was terribly conflicted about that at the moment. She couldn't even get up so what did it matter that her fight or flight instinct was making everything worse.

[leaving soon]

{ - I'm stopping this role play for a week, so I can go on Holiday and relax without worrying about how much I'd have to catch up. If you have a problem with post here or p.m me, I'd understand and consider my situation. I'm going away tomorrow. - }

[leaving soon]

{ - I'm stopping this role play for a week, so I can go on Holiday and relax without worrying about how much I'd have to catch up. If you have a problem with post here or p.m me, I'd understand and consider my situation. I'm going away tomorrow. - }

{ - I’m still on holiday, though I have decided to lift the stop of the role play. You can post, only 3-4 pots per characters’ persons. I’ll be able to post but not as much as I would love too. - }

[excalibur.]

Sampson Jacobson
P r i n c e C h a r m i n g

Scream, scream, scream. The shouting and screams awoke Sampsom from his unconsciousness. He was on an aeroplane and then suddenly it fell from thirty thousand feet. He crawled out and then felt the rough gravelness of sand on his hands. He slowly stood up and he brushed the sand off himself. Fire was all over trees and branches, he was alone on a plane and now he had crashed and was deserted on a mysterious island. He looked around and saw nothing. His shirt was ripped and he took a breath of air that was filled with Carbon Dioxide due to the faltered engine. He coughed and smoke came out from the back his throat. Bashing his chest, Sampson walked around trying to find some people. He then looked and saw two people and walked over to them, "Hi," the eighteen year old said and then bashed his chest again. "I didn't know what happened, I slept through the whole thing, the sound of the crash awoke me. That's all I heard and then I saw people dead in their seats," he said worriedly and then rubbed the back of his neck with his palm. "Are you guys okay?" He asked concerned for people he did not even know, he had only just met them and he's asking questions. More like one thousand questions.