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Chandler Riggs » About a week.

Guys, just post, people who want to RP with you will do so. Just post.

Adults are locked until it is at least 7 : 5 : 8
We ask you do not make a Teen, and if you do, add a child.

[Poofle]

SUNDAY MAY MCKAY
sunny with a dash of mischief!

AGE 9
GENDER Female
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DESCRIPTION Sunny's a tiny 9 year-old girl with a dress sense to match her personality. She's glad she got stuck on the island in her favourite daffodil blouse, rainbow necklace, Crazy Band-bracelet collection and the old pair of ripped jeans she's been wearing since she was 7. Yes, ripped jeans - note that Sunny's not trying to look like a teenager, she just ripped them while running around the island. Despite her size, Sunny's strong for her age. No wonder, with all the running and moving she does. She's also very clumsy, with perpetual scrape wounds on both knees and other small cuts for evidence.

PERSONALITY Sunny would first like to say that if you make fun of her name one more time, she's gonna double kick you to the moon.

Sunny's always on the move, more so than even most kids her age. Sunny's thirst for the unknown is obvious from her relentless exploration, where she'll scavenge for the zaniest bits and bobs to bring home and store in one of her many collections. She'll explore the most dangerous places from nook to corner, because 'a true explorer leaves no stone unturned!' She also loves nature and animals, from the biggest tree to the smallest weed - from the largest whale to the tiniest ant. She'll never harm a living thing because 'everything has a life just like us people, and you wouldn't wanna harm people!'

Just like her name, Sunny is a whimsical bundle of joy. She's always grinning and talking her head off, often annoying the adults half to death. Sunny's mischievous nature also means she's got her sleeves full of practical jokes and every kind of mischief. She doesn't know when to shut up or sit still, making her a handful at times - but nobody could be mad at her for long! When Sunny gets sad, she usually gets over it quickly by herself. She knows how it sucks to see other people cry, so she makes it a point not to let anyone see her cry unless she really can't help it. Sunny also loves helping people, often biting off more than she can chew by getting into all kinds of sticky situations when she's 'only trying to help'.

Her sense of wonder also makes her extremely gullible when it comes to fantastic stories, yet she's intelligent enough to know when the adults 'sweeten things up' for the kids. Sunny's generally very agreeable unless you get in the way of her beliefs or mistreat any of her friends - then she gets serious. At times like those, Sunny's fearless temper often throws her into tantrums or gets her into trouble.

OTHER Sunny was named Sunday May because she was born on the first Sunday of May. That's it. She's awfully glad for her nickname and won't let anyone call her Sunday or May because she thinks it's ridiculously boring and un-descriptive.

Sunny was physically and verbally abused by her father before he walked out on the family a year ago, so she can't stand explosive noises or adults yelling at her.

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE "Of course you're my friend ... thanks for letting me be yours," Daniel looked happy, even though his voice was as soft as ever. This made Ellie feel unbelievably warm inside, and this magnitude of her feeling made her turn pink.

When Ellie hid her face in Mr. Grin to conceal how red it was, she heard Daniel laugh gently. It was a nice laugh, tinkling like the windchimes outside her house which her father had made one day. Those windchimes were magical - they never seemed to sound the same each time they tinkled, their melodious sounds signalling the arrival of a breezy gust of wind. They were beautiful, just like Daniel's laugh was! Ellie felt even more surprised at her thoughts now, her face feeling hotter than ever. She knew it must be obvious how she was blushing now - she probably looked really, really, really silly...

Ellie let out a small gasp when she felt a warm hand over hers. Was... was it Daniel's? Ellie didn't know why he was holding her hand, but it felt wonderfully warm and it gave her an indescribable feeling - warmth? Happiness? She didn't know this either, but it felt nice. And it made her blush so deeply that she felt her face was going to burn up. His hand stayed over her for a few moments before he let go and spoke. "I'd rather stay here, too ..." Daniel said, making Ellie even happier. He called her his friend and he liked being with her, talking to her - could she truly believe she'd made her first friend now? Really?

Ellie sat there in her chair for moments after that, silently feeling happy and relishing how unbelievably nice Daniel's hand felt, wondering at the same time why she was blushing so hard just by thinking about this, and what putting your hand over someone else's meant. Was it something friends did? If it was, was Ellie supposed to return it? She stole a glance at Daniel's hand, which was much bigger than hers. It looked reliable and warm, just like how it felt. The mere thought of holding it made Ellie go red again - no! She mustered up the courage to look up from Mr. Grin's pillow-like comfort and hold him in her arms while trying to find something to talk about with Daniel. She didn't want her odd silence to bother him too much.

"So... Daniel, umm, what do you do in your free time?" Ellie asked, her eyes glowing with excitement when she continued to speak. "I really like drawing! Sometimes I got lonely at home when my parents were working. Then I'd go outside and draw everything I saw - the trees, the flowers, the little insects that live on the flowers... It feels really nice to draw things!" Ellie finished, her mind wandering to the sketchbook that lay in her suitcase. It would be nice to draw Daniel someday, his beautiful big antlers and his warm hands and his eyes, eyes that were so full of life. Her first friend.

Just thinking about this made a blush creep up Ellie's cheeks and she shook her head hurriedly, squeezing Mr. Grin. What was she thinking?!

[Floboe]

Accepted, if she's not up by tomorrow, PM me.

[park.]

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|:| sixteen |:| arrogant but lonely |:| no crush |:| male |:|

"They look at me with caution and fear when they don't realize I do the same to them. "


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Location: Shore

Tagged: none

Accompany: none

Mood: tiered, shocked

No one likes me,
then why should I live?

Edmond sat there in the shore feeling the water lap up at his feet and soak in his clothes. He had a couple scratches on his face one across his lip that should have stitches but he didn't have anything for it just kept cleaning it. His once clean freckled face now dirty. He sighed his head feeling dizzy and senses unclear. Edmonds been sick for a while now and quiet. Ever since he arrived on the shore he stayed at the shore wondering why he made such an effort to swim to the island. Such cold water got him sick. He hasn't talked to anyone and no has came to talk to him. They have passed by and wondered if he was okay but he never looked back. All he did was stare across the shore out into the deadly ocean.

[ Ah I am just posting he's open if you want to rp with him. ]

[Floboe]

Delilah
Delilah looked up from the tree she was in, high above the ground, she noticed something that caught her eye. Eggs... she thought, as she peered through branches to see a birds nest. She smiled, as she hadn't eaten for about two days. She wondered if the mother bird was there, or if the eggs were hatched, or had not been layed. She shrugged, letting her concerns win over hunger would just cause her to starve. She stood on the branch she was currently sitting on, then getting a grip on the branch the highest she could reach. After this, she pulled herself up so her feet could land on some branches below it, then she pulled herself to the branch. She could now see un-guarded eggs sitting in the small nest, three to be exact. She grabbed the eggs, wrapping them up in a shirt and then placing them in her small back-pack. She slowly made her way down, and as she got about six feet from the ground, she let the back-pack fall on the opposite side of her meal. Though after this, the brach under her snapped, and she feel, not very far, but enough to hurt.

[loulou800]

LOGAN | TY | LEVEN

Age: Twenty-one years old.
Wearing: A cap, a striped
sweater, dark jeans, dotted
socks, and loafers.
Status: Okay, able to walk
around and is not wobbly on
his feet. Pretty good.

Logan had a level head on his shoulders, and throughout the whole week that he had been on the island, he had found some food and small shelters. He knew that he would be on this island for some time, because that was generally what happened on islands; if you find yourself on one, don't expect to be saved within the first day. He had to take it all in now, and he had to make use of it with the time that he had left.
Logan's lips were parched, and he felt quite grimy. He hadn't been able to clean himself off since the accident, and salt water didn't exactly taste very good. But if Logan wanted to survive, he had to do what he had to do. And that was to take whatever was available to him.
While on the island, Logan had noticed some other people lying about, not really doing much of anything. He frowned; shouldn't people be doing something so that they could, oh, he didn't know, live? Was it a preposterous thought to them? Many of the people appeared to be teenagers, and there were two kids, as far as he had seen. There might've been more people washed ashore on this island, but Logan couldn't help but feel that maybe there was a reason that all of them had been placed on this exact island. Were they all supposed to be brought together for... something? They had all been on the same ship, sure, but to see a lot people from the ship land on the island... it was a thought that Logan pondered every morning when he woke up underneath a tree in the deeper parts of the island.
He had seen a few people try to swim for shore himself when he had been swimming, but he hadn't seen many. A few were being carried, and others just let themselves float upon the water, like they were in a pool or something.
Logan frowned at the thought and looked up at the hazy sky, hearing the water off in the distance as he stood in the deeper parts of the forest, collecting some sort of odd fruit that he found in some of the trees on the island. It was orange in colour, and it was very light-weight. Inside it were red gloopy seeds, and the texture of the fruit was crunchy on the outside but soft on the inside. The juice felt like velvet upon your tongue. Logan had been mainly eating that ever since day two on the island, with the first day had just been him plopping himself down on the ground and resting, not really caring about his situation at that time. He had just wanted to sleep, and think that it was all just a big nightmare.
Logan had had a lot of things on the ship, like his suitcase and his backpack- he only grabbed his backpack because he swam to shore because he felt that he wouldn't have been able to make it with the weight of his suitcase. It carried his clothes and a few valuables, a toothbrush and toothpaste, books, some money, and other things like that... he would've loved to have his suitcase with him on the island, because he really wanted a change of clothes and he really wanted to brush his teeth, but the fruit actually gave him a minty breath, and he was thankful that he at-least had his backpack with him. His soaked backpack, rather, but after leaving it in the sun for a two days (with him watching it of course, so that it wouldn't get attacked by any animals that might live on the island- he hadn't encountered any just yet, but there were bound to be animals living there somewhere), it had mostly dried. It sucked sitting there on the sand with two days, just watching it and occasionally taking it someplace so that he could grab some food and return back to his spot in the beating sun, but it didn't suck as bad as someone who might've lived in someplace really cold. With him, being from L.A., California, he was pretty much used to heat. But he didn't usually wear sweaters on such hot days; he usually liked to wear T-Shirts and that kind-of stuff- but having clothes on his body was good enough for him. So the air was quite humid and the sun was terribly hot, but it was manageable for him. What was unmanageable for him was the fact that because of the heat, there wasn't a large supply of water. And water was something that you absolutely needed on an island. It was like he was living in a desert. Thank-goodness that he had found some shade in the deeper parts of the island, he appreciated that. He just wanted to go deeper into the island, to see if he could find some sort of mystique area with fresh, flowing water (and maybe an area where he could get himself cleaned), and maybe then, just then, he'd be okay to live on island until help arrived. He had yet to make a fire and smoke and all that stuff to attract rescue planes and helicopters, but he'd focus on that when he was on better strengths. Logan also wanted to be able to gather the people around and see if anyone had salvaged anything- if they were all stuck on the island, they might as well all help each other, right? Right now in Logan's backpack, in-terms of food, he had: two packets of orange Tic-Tac's, a bag of Trail Mix, a few granola bars, some dried fruit that his Mom had given him before he had left, and four and a half cookies. In-terms of valuables, he had: a photo of him and his family and friends, a watch given to him by his grandfather (he usually wore this on his left arm, but he was afraid of getting it scratched on his search for his food so he didn't wear it anymore), his camera (DSLR) and its charger and bag, his music device (and its charger), his laptop (and its charger) and his cell-phone (and its charger). He had other things, of course, such as a paperback novel, his wallet, and headphones.
It didn't really occur to him how much the people in his generation and the younger ones relied on electricity and technology until now. It was a sad thought to think, and if he ever got off the island, he wanted to be able to do things more so without using so much electricity and technology. Like how his great-grandparents did.
Putting the thoughts aside for a moment, Logan took a bite into one of the fruits, letting it wash over his tongue and then slide down easily down his throat. Minty goodness. It tasted slightly peachy and pomegranate-like. Looking around, Logan figured that he should go talk to some of the people. He missed the human interaction; no matter if he was talking to someone younger or older or the same age as him. And it might be good to offer the idea to work together, yeah? Yeah.

CHARLES | MIDDLESTON

Age: Eleven years old.
Wearing: A plaid shirt, jeans, striped
socks, and sneakers with laces.
Status: Hungry, feeling a tad week.
But surviving fairly well.

Charles missed his family with a deep ache. He was very close with his parents, and he had no idea if they were safe or not. Would he ever see them again? Were they alive? He sure hoped that they were, and that he would see them again in the very near future. He was just eleven, for Pete's sakes! He didn't know how to deal in this kind of situation. Yes, he was smart, and sure, he read a lot of books, but he had never really concentrated on books that told you how to survive on an island.
He didn't even have a backpack on him, or a suitcase. He felt like he had lost an extreme amount of weight, but he had been smart to try and go surf the island to see if he could find any food.
He found some sort of green fruit that was about the size of a fist; it was super crunchy but the juice basically supplied as his water. So he made sure to eat it everyday, and it was good that there was a lot of it growing all around the island. He wondered how they came to grow here, but he didn't think too much of it as he chewed the fruit and swallowed. His stomach growled slightly, but the fruit was all he had, and the fruit was what he was going to eat.
He had been eating it ever since the first day that he found himself on the island, and he didn't see anyone else getting up to try and find food except for an older man, but he wanted to try looking for something by himself first before he paired up with anyone. It was a happy day when he had discovered the fruit, and after taking a hesitant bite (he didn't have anything to wash it with, to cleanse any dirt, or whatever), and swallowing it, he didn't feel anything start to settle in that might possibly poison him, so he supposed that it was safe to eat. And it tasted pretty darn good. It was a mix between the taste of an apple and the taste of cucumbers. It was a strange mix, but it didn't make him feel sick at all. It was just tasty.
Charles was currently in the shade, trying to relieve himself from the heat. He felt that he would tan or burn easily, and he wasn't sure if he wanted that at all. He didn't see anyone else around, but a bunch of people seemed to be sweltering, like himself. He wasn't used to such a heat. And based from seeing his cousins when they went to hot places, they either came back as red as a tomato or as tan as a leather bag. It was so odd to see them coming back that way; they looked like a whole new person. But they always came back complaining, saying that they'd rather stay in a cold place. Charles didn't blame them, it sure was hot on the island!

(( Sorry for such a short short Intro Post for Charles and a little bit for Logan, too. ))

[Smite]

Daemon Tyler Rivers
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crush :: no one.
mood :: scared
tagged :: no one.

Jake walked along the shore feeling the sand go between his feet since he left his shoes with Katie, he wasn't at all happy at what had happened. At the most he was scared, scared of what would happen and how long he would have to stay here, and he also had so many questions that no one could answer. He felt the ocean breeze drift towards him as he walked and thought deeply, he thought of what had happened about a week ago. How it had killed some people, and there was hurt and sick people that Jake couldn't even imagine how they felt. Jake had couple of scars here and there from objects that hit him or scratched him as he got off with his sister Katie on that wretched day, he was thinking of so many things that it hurt his brain. He was hungry too which made the headache even worse than it should've been, he sighed in stress and decided he would go look for some food that would get rid of his hunger

Katie Star Rivers
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crush :: no one.
mood :: happy/shocked
tagged :: Delilah.

Katie was thinking over what had happened a couple of days ago, okay maybe it wasn't a couple but more of a week ago. She was walking around with Daemons shoes on her own feet as she had been wearing flip flops and didn't want to wear them, she thought she would trip on something if she did wear her flip flops. Katie had her flip flops in her hand as she wondered around searching desperately for something to do, she was bored and another thing that could be considered weird was that she was happy. She was one of those people that didn't look on the dark side, she mostly looked on the bright side and took in the advantages she had. Katie kept on walking around when she saw a girl had fallen from a tree, she rushed over to her in a worry as she was worried about the girl even though she didn't even know her. Once she got over there she asked the girl in a worried voice,"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" She was shocked from everything that had just happened including the ship, she waited for an answer hoping she would be okay.

Elliot Blue Murray
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crush :: no one.
mood :: bored/angry
tagged :: no one.

Elliot was on a rock moaning from all the bruises and scratches he had gotten, although it had been seven days the wounds hadn't healed on bit not even an ounce. He was sitting down next to the shore as the small waves crashed against the rocks that were closer to the water, he looked over at them and held his head. Elliot was angry at the moment, he was angry that the ship had sunken and how it had taken his guitar with it, he hoped that maybe some of the things would was up on shore one day and be lucky that one of those things was his guitar. He sighed in disappointment knowing that would probably never happen, he kept on moaning though. The chances of him being sink was high so he tried to stay away from people, he had never wanted to be in this situation from the start. Elliot continued to think as he held his head in anger between his knees moaning.

[Cosmi]

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She could see it, floating material form the boat, it was all heading towards shore of drifting somewhere else around the island. Lilly looked at her pants, she took both her hands and managed to rip one of them as short as shorts, she could fell the material in her hands and wrapped it around her cut. She could fell the cloth just soaking up some blood and she wanted to cry. Life as she knew it could be as cruel as to make her bleed out to her death in only a few hours, and that would be painful. Lilly looked across the shore and though she could see someone, but that was probly an illusion, so she turned around and gently got up from the small raft. She was wobbly and could fell the sand in her pants, she really wanted a shower, but the luxury would have to wait, it was a matter of life or death.

[Stalks]

Tried to make him really awkward, I think I succeeded. Sorry it's bad.

ｊａｍｅｓ ｎｏｌａｎ

James exhaled slowly, smiling a bit at the thought of other people. "Don't worry, i'm not a bear." He called into the words, a bit apprehensive as he entered slowly after Aussie. He wasn't fond of other people, especially strangers but finding and securing allies wouldn't be the worst thing to do in his situation. Aussie however was very happy to see more faces, bounding up to both girls and licking their hands, tail wagging happily. "He whoever is very vicious," He chuckled at his own joke, trying to calm himself down as he stood awkwardly in front of the two girls, rubbing the back of his neck and averting eye contact. "Oh, uh- I'm James by the way," Not knowing what else to say, he nodded to Aussie. "And that's Aussie."

[xxshadowluvxx]

(Well, ignore my first post then, since I had no idea how long they were on the island x3 Do you mind if Keira bumped into Logan?)

Keira/Single/No crush/19/With: No one/Injured

The young brunette limped her way along the shore, the gash along her leg was wrapped in fabric that she had ripped from her shirt. She crossed her arms and scanned the sand in hopes for any washed up supplies or possibly survivors. She took in a deep breath and let it out in a heavy sigh, her head held low.

Alexander/Single/No crush/20/With: No one/Injured

He sighed softly to himself and ran his fingers through his hair using his good arm. He paused for a second before sitting down in the soft sand to rest, thinking silently to himself. He stared out at the ocean for a while before looking down at the sand, trying to think of ways to bandage his arm to keep it from moving.