∫trαη∂ℯ∂ [ A Survival RP - closed ]

[princess pudding]

[ Whoops, sorry, I didn't see your post. I'll edit mine for you x3 ]

[Foe Paw]

(It's Alison da Silva.)

"Yes I am, and yes it will", he replied joyfully to the two questions; 'are you hurt' and 'it's going to explode', even if the last one wasn't a question, properly. "Then we'd rather get all the stuff we can and leave quickly. We can come back after it blows up to search for more." He stopped talking, getting short of breath. How infuriating, Alison thought idly. Maybe a couple of broken ribs would be the first things to actually teach him to keep his mouth shut? He smiled to himself. Unlikely. "Now quick, get the bags! Quick quick quick. Throw them all in the sand if you need to."

[Dawnbreeze10210]

Jazlyn glanced at Daxius "And don't get hurt anymore. I'll e over quickly to help.." she said then turned to Alison "Where are you hurt?" she asked with a slight roll of her eyes as she tried rotating her wrist again.

[princess pudding]

Mercedes flashed the turbine one last fearful glance (Her brother would probably kill to see this) and started towards them, deciding to help before they were all blown to pieces. She clambered up into the cockpit, her slender figure giving her an advantage, and avoided the flaming objects about her. She steadily began to lug bags out, mustering all her strength to lift them out. "Ugh," she muttered quietly, tossing one behind her and hoping she didn't knock anyone's lights out in the process.

Daxius bit back a remark that he hadn't intended to aboard a death trap and opened out his arms as the blonde threw back a suitcase. It nearly bowled him over, but he managed to stay upright and toss it beside him. There were many unharmed suitcases to take, but it was only a matter of time before the engine gave way. As for any survivers trapped inside the plane- he had a horrible feeling they wouldn't make it out like the suitcases.

[Foe Paw]

"Ribs. Broken. Can't breath nor raise my arms. That's why I asked for help to get the bags, and I really think we could spare the pleasant chit-chat later, when we aren't all under a gigantic risk of death, maybe only under a medium-high risk of death. Maybe I bit my tongue as well. Am I rambling again, oh my. Anyways! Everybody grab some of the things and let's go. Is that girl dead or only pretending so?", he asked, nodding at Piper.
He grabbed a pair of suitcases that landed close of him and threw them away from the plane, as far as he could (they didn't fall that far), then picked up two other bags and a suitcase. He started walking away in a not very hurried step, leaving the things at a reasonable distance from the plane and coming back for more.

[wolfie.]

Eric spotted a small group of people by the burning plane, and approached quickly, ignoring the pain in his ankle. As he got closer, he realized they were removing luggage from the plane. He spotted a girl inside - the one who was removing the bags - and immediately went to her. "Is my sister in there?" he asked, shocked as his voice was rough, and speaking had been painful. He peered inside, and the blood drained from his face when he spotted Dahlia, unconscious. He immediately stumbled inside the plane, squeezing past the girl inside, and scrambling to his sister. He was well aware that the plane was about to blow, but he refused to leave his sister - who was still breathing - to die. He swiftly scooped her up, stumbling back out as quickly as he could, while avoiding flames and dead bodies.

[princess pudding]

Mercedes threw back as many bags as she could at once, mostly the ones that looked the largest to her. "That should do it," she panted, tossing one last bag over her shoulder. She heard a pained yelp and jumped downfrom the cockpit, glancing at Dax, who was pinned to the ground. "Whoops," she said innocently, trying to smother a smirk as she rubbed her hands of grit. When the boy, Eric, came towards her aksing about a sister, she was unable to respond before he threw himself into the plane, much to her surprise.

Pip started towards the group, blinking the fuzziness from her eyes. "Is everything okay?" She asked in her normal sleepy tone, the shock in her eyes beginning to fade. Mum wouldn't want her to be so upset at a time like this- that could wait until they got off the island, which would hopefully be soon. Her eyes strayed onto the engine and her heart did a little skip, warning her that it wouldn't stay churning for long.

"Gah..." Dax groaned, trying to push the massive suitcase off his chest. "You've got quite the throw there, miss." He rolled onto his side trying to catch his breath and peered up at smaller girl; her face as damp with tears but she looked willing to help with whatever was needed.

[Dawnbreeze10210]

Jazlyn quickly grabbed a back and slung it onto her shoulder. She put it away where Alison had put his then grabbed another, she tried grabbing a second with her hurt wrist
but winced deciding not to. She looked around "Come on...we should get far away as possible!" she called to them looming at the building fire. She quickly went to the plane and looked around she saw Daxius pinned and muttered quietly pushing the suitcase away "Hurry up." she rolled her eyes.


((who is still in the plane?))

[wolfie.]

Eric's expression was grim, when he returned from inside the plane. The sight of dead bodies would leave him scarred for life. Cradling Dahlia in his arms, he got out as quickly as he could without falling, then put as much distance between him and the plane, not wanting Dahlia to be anywhere near it when it exploded. He lied her down on the beach then went jogging back, picking up the last couple bags. He didn't say another word. He didn't know what to say anymore. Normally, he would have said 'Hi' and offered a smile, but this was not normal. They were trying to save as many supplies as they could before the plane blew up. Words were not necessary, for now.

[Foe Paw]

He watched Eric stumble around with a girl on his arms. Alison felt the guilt insistently tugging the back of his mind; there probably were still people alive inside; but it didn't matter, he repeated to himself. There was no time to save everyone. He ran his eyes along the small ragtag bunch they had reunited (including the not-quite-dead girl, that seemed the youngest of them). He didn't really feel like speaking; quite unusual, but he probably'd start to ramble nonstop as soon as he opened his mouth again. Still, it was better to hear the hoarse voice of a half-mad man than let the dreadful silence settle down.
"Yes, let's. Hi everyone, et cetera. What about we try to get to that rock over there", he pointed with the head to a large rock formation, slightly protected from the sun and the water. It was maybe 500 meters away from the plane, but as everyone was wounded or tired to death, it seemed half a world of distance.