.::Gleras Island::. Deserted Island RP .::. Accepting!

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Marzia
With Michael, tired.

Marzia smiles once he finishes wrapping up her finger, Thank you, she says to Michael gratefully. If it wasn't for you, I would probably be dead by now, she adds. Marzia hugs him for a brief moment, wrapping her arms around his neck and getting on her tip-toes since she's pretty short. I definitely owe you one, or more like 20, she says jokingly.

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>> Michael chuckled again, his face getting hot when she hugged him but he managed to hug her back for the brief moments. "Don't worry about it, I'm just doing what I do." he shrugged and nodded to the berries. "Think we got enough for tonight and tomorrow?" he asked with a small, shy smile. The kid was half in shock. First he washes up on some island in who knows where, then has a bird following him around all the time, and now a pretty girl was actually talking to him? And hugged him, even? Michael was a happy camper, I'll tell you that!

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Marzia
With Michael, tired.

Marzia smiles once more, Well, thanks for doing what you do, Michael, she says with a small giggle. She shrugs, I'm not sure, I hope so. And if not, there might be other berries somewhere nearby. But what we need to worry about is clean water, she says. Fishing her hand through her hair, which hasn't been tangled and knotted despite everything she's been through so far, Marzia sighs.

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>> Michael nodded and looked towards the ocean. "Tomorrow, I can get us some water," he told her, promise look on his face. "But we should be fine for tonight with the berries, they'll be enough." He shrugged. Sure they'd be starving, but at least they wouldn't die of thirst or hunger on the first night. The bird on the other hand, could die. Michael would surely let the thing starve. It was sitting on top of the small hut when he walked back to their makeshift camp. "Stupid bird," he mumbled under his breath as he attempted to get a fire going for the two of them.

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White wondered around the island alone, she was dirty and bloody. Her hair was blackened with dirt along with the palms of her hands and her knees were smothered with blood. White was stumbling around unable to speak, she had lost her knife and wasnt able to frnd for herself. White hasnt had any human contact in days, mabey weeks. Nothing made sense anymore

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Marzia
With Michael, tired.

Marzia nods and puts all of the blackberries in a small pile on top of the cleanest leaf that she could find. She decides to go back into the forest to see if there are any more berries, and soon gets distracted by a bunny. Marzia slowly approaches the wild rabbit, crawling on her hands and knees. She pets the bunny and is soon able to pick it up, Marzia walks very slowly back to where Michael is. Michael, look what I found, she says in a soft, gentle tone, so that she doesn't scare the rabbit.

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>> Michael struck two black rocks together for the hundredth time, finally getting a spark and setting a few leaves to flames. He grinned and then look behind him at Marzia and her new bunny. He stood up and walked over slowly, not wanting to scare the poor thing. "Aw, it's so adorable!" he said, letting his more feminine side come out accidentally. He smiled gently and stroked it's head a few times before stand back a little. "You gonna keep it?" he asked, a cute grin playing on his face.

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Anyone open for white?)

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Marzia
With Michael, tired.

Marzia smiles as he pets the bunny, she held it close to her because it was starting to get cold out. She shrugs, I might, but I was thinking that if wild animals survive here, there's definitely a source of clean water somewhere, she says looking down at the fuzzy brown rabbit. But if I do keep it, I'll have to name it, she adds with a small smile, thinking of some names.

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>> Michael nodded, hoping they would find good water tomorrow. But the sun had fallen, and the fire was still small. He picked up the rocks again and started striking them faster. "What would you name a bunny?" he asked with a chuckle. He tired moving his hair out of his eyes, but his hands were dirty. He just let the blonde strands stay. Soon, the fire was still small, but the few small logs had caught fire and warmth was present. Michael stepped back with a grin. This would keep them warm for the night.