∫trαη∂ℯ∂ [ A Survival RP - closed ]

[princess pudding]

[To much copy-and-pasting x3 ]

Mercedes scrambled to pluck a single bag from the sand and scurried after the departing group, panting for breath and nearly chocking in the smoky air. Her arms were trembling from her job done in the cockpit but she was utterly silent, not daring to look over her shoulder at the plane...a metal death trap that had engulfed many, many lives. Her head jerked forward when the eldest man in their group-a slender, dark-haired adult-suggested their resting spot be a massive rock along the shoreline, some walk always. Sades swallowed back a tired groan and gave her head a little nod.

Pip merely followed them, casting glances towards the humming plane with a mortified pair of brown eyes. She was shocked by the sudden change of destination, and pondered how long it would take before they sent out search parties for the missing plane. But most of all, she wondered where they had crashed, and how many people had suffered death that chilling afternoon.

[Dawnbreeze10210]

Jazlyn frowned a bit helping Daxius out of the plane then nodded to Alison "Come on then. Carry what you can.." she sighed softly slinging a bag back onto her shoulder. She rubbed her wrist with a wince but tried to cover it up.

[Foe Paw]

Finally, after an inestimable amount of time, they reached the stone. Alison dropped everything he was dragging along and laid down in the stone with a loud sigh followed by a yelp because of the broken ribs. He took out the glasses and closed the eyes for a moment. He was so tired that the stone seemed as soft as silk. He let out another more controlled, satisfied sigh, and started to slip into unconsciousnes...
... but woke up suddently, with the loud crash of a wave breaking against the shore. He couldn't rest just yet, he realized sadly. He sat carefully and stared at his glasses, carefully folded on his lap. He picked them up to examine them; blessedly whole, but there was a scratch running all along the glass and some drops of blood obscured it. Weird, he hadn't even noticed them yet.

[princess pudding]

Piper's deep brown eyes followed the man as he crumpled against the smooth stone, obviously in pain. Normally, she would have been all over him, asking if he was alright even when she knew he wasn't, but shock and hesitation remained by her side. She quietly settled down beside him, keeping a small distance between their hips in case he didn't want close contact. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly, even though it was obvious he wasn't.

[Dawnbreeze10210]

Jazlyn glanced over at Daxius "Are your lips better now? And are you hurt anywhere else?" she asked curiously walking over still rubbing her wrist.

[Foe Paw]

"I'm just fine. Ish." He smiled at her, licking his thumb and scrubbed it against the glass, trying to clean it. He put the glasses back on and turned to stare at the ocean, trying to recollect his thoughts. "Water is the most important. We need to find sweet water. And check the bagages for something worthwhile", Alison said, examining each one of them carefully, measuring up the ones who were less wounded. None of them seemed to have objected yet to his sudden takeover of the leadership. Better, then. "By the way, I'm Alison da Silva."

[princess pudding]

Pip began to finger at the buttons on her shirt, listening to the distant crash of waves. She was just waiting for the boom! of the plane, engulfing itself and all those dead passengers in flames. The thought sent a chill up her spine and she leaned against the rock, hugging her knees. "My names Piper," she said quietly, and then added, "Pip for short. I like your name. It sounds fancy and stuff."

Dax lifted his head and managed a bleak grin at her, amused by her mother-like instincts. "Never better. Although I have to say this isn't the best vacation I've been on. What about you?" The dark-haired boy settled down and began to inspect the knick on his head, ignoring the wet and sticky blood against the palm of his hand. Unlike most of the other survivers, he wasn't on the edge of his seat waiting for the plane to blow. He had better things to worry about than something so...dark.

[wolfie.]

Eric eyed the man - who must be a good five or six years older than himself - with slight curiosity and caution. He seemed to be taking a leadership role - the role Eric usually ended up with. He tried to decide if this was a good or bad thing, comparing the pros and cons of this. He was about to say something - just a simple suggestion- when his sister stirred slightly. He immediately redirected his attention to her, his eyes narrowed in concern.

[Dawnbreeze10210]

Jazlyn sat down beside him with a slight roll of her eyes "A dream vacation." she said sarcastically with a slight smirk. She rubbed at her wrist trying to rotate it again, she scowled with the pain and started rubbing it again. She glanded at the knick on his with a frown.

[Foe Paw]

"Oh, does it now?", he smirked at the girl. "'Fancy', eh, Pip? How so?"
He started doing a check-up on their situation. They had ten pieces of luggage and fifteen survivors. By what he could guessificate, none had wounds much bigger than sprained ankles or superficial wounds. Lucky, then.
He turned the gaze to Eric and the fainted girl besides him. "How is she?", he asked from where he was. Maybe he'd avoid standing up for some time.