- {{ hiii, sorry i'm only posting now, school is kinda hectic and i'm sick today so i get to be absent~ i guess i'll start with jared waking up and finding everyone else, if that's fine. if anyone's open, please do interact, thanks! c: }}
jared. twenty six.
- This, his is definitely worse than a hangover. He went into some sort of state of panic, his kind of panic, where he completely shut down. The broken parts of the plane, the water harshly crashing against the rocks, he could have sworn there were people marching, bombs dropping, everyone sporting sickening army green color. First, he reached into his pocket, instantly making sure that his family picture was there, and it was. He snapped out of it, looking around. He was on some uncharted island or something, his plane crashed. The supposed vacation his brother signed him up for, gone. He walked towards the water, wrinsing his wounds, no matter how much it stung. The thought kicked in that he was on the plane with other people, and that he would have to find them, and help them— because that's really all he felt good for, helping people. And so he began walking, searching for whoever might be there.




