∫trαη∂ℯ∂ [ A Survival RP - closed ]

[princess pudding]

Dax thought about it for a moment and gave his shoulders a helpless shrug. "We can worry about that tomorrow. If help is coming for us, it'll be by morning, and we won't have to worry about bringing anybody back up here. The moss should do for the night." He ducked under as waying tree branch and fell listening, listening to the sound of distant waves and screams of hungry seaguls.

[Dawnbreeze10210]

Jazlyn sighed softly and followed. She caught up with Dax and found another large leaf. She lay it on the ground and plucked the moss away from Dax, placing them on the leaf then giving it back to Dax. "Itll be easier, and then not all the water will be dripped away." she said simply with a tiny, barely visable smile before it dissappeared and she turned around again heading through the trees.

[Shoobeth Thy Wolfeth]

Trailing close behind the same, marred girl, Augustin released his startling gaze on her whilst she settled, as if trying to read into the other's soul. After a few intense moments, he straightened out his shirt, removing the knicks and crinkles, absorbed in his observations. The enigmatic man soon decided her question wasn't honourable of a response.
"A stick,"
Lost in his own thoughts, one of his recollections slipped from between his thin, paled lips. Emanating from his mindset, Augustin jounced from his position, his unrested muscles shouting in rebellion. He had survived the crash with bruises and scraps, though his only concerning injury was the banthering scrap down his arm. Luckily, it lacked depth.
With a decisive huff, the taller man dashed away, diving deep into the woods with an air of devine grace. He expertly avoided shrubery and branches, his eyes darting pugnaciously.
Though it required effort and time, the determination Augustin had acquired helped in his quest. He rummaged over a stick, long and lean, much like himself. It was thick, easy to grasp, and nearly five feet in length.
Triumphanty, the percurlair man padded back, victoru written over his features. It was't long until he spotted that same, wounded girl once again.

[wolfie.]

Alex raised an eyebrow when instead of answering her question, he said two simple words, and then abruptly jolted away. Her eyes followed him until he disappeared into the thick jungle of trees, bushes, and small shrubs. While she was alone, she wondered if he might stay away for a while. She deliberated this for a while - trying to determine if this was a good or bad thing. Pierce was evidently clever, but his impolite and somewhat conceited demeanor could be exasperating. Alex finally came to the conclusion that she could not complain that he had left her - just in time for him to return. Her pleasure vanished when she spotted him, but she successfully masked it and gave him a suspiscious look when she noticed the stick. She pondered over what he might use it for, slightly astounded that he had spent so much time in there - for a stick. Alex decided not to ask what it was for, assuming that she would find out soon enough anyways. She didn't want to waste her breath with another question that would go unanswered. She watched him in silence, fixing him with her endless black gaze as she tried to calculate what he was intending to do.

[Shoobeth Thy Wolfeth]

With the perpetual, dismal gaze of his stranded counterpart casted curiously upon him, Augustin smirked, quite enjoying the idle wonder he was recieving. Being one for dramatic performances, he bounded to her side, dropping to the ground and crossing his legs. He pulled the stick possessively over his lap, debating it's use. A spear seemed most probable for the timebeing, though he'd require a sharpened blade of sorts. Come to think of it, he could do plenty of damage without the pointed end. Ah, yes, of course. He'd leave it as such, maybe shorten it, and tie it to his slender waist.
"Your name,"
Finally, it came to his attention that perhaps his comrade should have a title, of sorts. Not that he would care to remember, but social protocol rules that introductions are required. Which, he mused silently, was a proposterious notion.

[wolfie.]

Alex kept silent as Pierce briskly joined her, settling to the ground beside her and placing the stick in his lap. There was a moments silence - as if he were busy with his own thoughts about the stick - before he finally spoke with another two words. Alex grunted at the assumption that she would answer him with her name.
"You first," she replied simply, setting her jaw and stubbornly refusing to tell Pierce her name, until she knew his. Alex doubted he would comply. Why should he? Even with as little information she had gathered about him, she was pretty sure that he would not accede to her simple request. She eyed him for a response, her cold gaze betraying her curiosity and giving her a shrewd look.

[MoonAero]

Joshua sat up quickly. One large cloud rolled eerily across the blue horizon. A swordfish burst out of the crystal liquid. He stood up and turned to the forest. His eyes searched the tree line in desperation. " Hello? ", he exclaimed. " Hell-o!!!!!! Anybody? ". He began to panick at the silent four seconds afterward.

[MoonAero]

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[Shoobeth Thy Wolfeth]

Letting a thick, uncompliant silence swoon uncomfortably over the two for the longest of times, Augustin paused. There were plenty of names he could give, to shield his identity. Absurdly though, he didn't quite have the urge to lie to yet another stranger. Especcially not this one, either as she had a quality he didn't care to destroy.
"Augustin Finel Sherringford, though most call me 'weirdo,'"
The faintest hint of amusement tinted over his lips,curling their edges into a smile. The prospect of him, being an oddity was obviously a hilarity.
Pressing his comely hands together, Augustin rested them beneath his chin, as if in prayer. His discerning stare arrived once again on the stranger, an expectant hint glistening their edges.

[MoonAero]

Joshua sat up quickly. One large cloud rolled eerily across the blue horizon. A swordfish burst out of the crystal liquid. He stood up and turned to the forest. His eyes searched the tree line in desperation. " Hello? ", he exclaimed. " Hell-o!!!!!! Anybody? ". He began to panick at the silent four seconds afterward.