( ❝ ➥ the island ❞ o/a

[nila_]

Lucy Riddle ▪ tags ▪ open

The frantic calls of someone clearly in distress is what brought Lucy back to consciousness. She blinked slowly and lifted her incredibly sore body into her elbows. And was that- was that sand? The chaos around her was quite the shocker, considering the last thing she remembered was sitting idle on a plane heading towards a tropical destination. On the bright side, it seems they've arrived. Lucy stood up carefully, and was relieved to find that no serious damage was done to her body. Her head certainly hurt, and there was a long but shallow cut that ran from her upper thigh to her knee. All in all, things could've been a lot worse. With her wits a bit more about her, she focused on the surrounding area.

[kino]

❨ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 :: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 ❩ ─────
﹙male﹚﹙18﹚ ﹙beach﹚﹙tags: isaac﹚

The idea of heading to a Caribbean island for a decent amount of time was something that intrigued Miles for a while now, hence why he had gone on the plane in the first place. He'd never imagined that he would actually have gone to another area of the world; especially somewhere that was relatively pricey. Luckily, his parents had contributed in donating in order for him to successfully afford the trip. Truly, he didn't have a job yet, which was relatively embarrassing considering his age. Therefore, most of the funds had come from his family members.

The last thing he expected, however, was for the plane to abruptly lose control; he wasn't sure of the cause, but that was the last thing on his mind as the transportation that had been flying the boarded individuals to the island had instead crashed. Having been in a state of fear, as everyone else was, as the plane had been descending, he would be rather taken aback and confused when he'd manage to stir from unconsciousness some time after. One thing that remained on his mind was the fact that he hadn't died; it was astonishing. Managing to move away from the wreckage, he would notice a substantial amount of the other people had actually survived, though a few unfortunate still dotted the dull-beige color of the beach.

Noticing an individual that had hit the island closer to him than some of the rest, he'd emit a rough sigh, frame aching from the impact injury he had received from the crash. Attention initially drawn toward the blond because he caught sound of him coughing, he would steadily move over toward him, narrowing his eyes. "You good?" He'd offer the question, studying him as he'd spit up sand, tilting his head slightly. "I guess that's sort of a stupid question to ask, but.."

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❨ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 :: 𝐀𝐓𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 ❩ ──────
﹙male﹚ ﹙19﹚ ﹙beach﹚﹙tags: avery﹚

Anything but a crash was what he was thinking of. The chances of a plane losing control at all had such a small chance of happening that it had drifted his mind ever since he had first starting boarding planes, which was quite a while ago. It was a relief for him to go on a vacation; college was a workload, and the availability to head on the trip eased any sort of stress he was facing. His parents had bought him the ticket to go to the island, which was surprising to him and certainly generous of them. Now, as the vehicle was accelerating toward the ground, he was only pondering his chance of survival, and the sound of everyone panicking only made it worse.

Faltering from the blackness that had enveloped him after the crash had taken place, he would release a sharp huff of pain, feeling a heavy grogginess in his skull. Too determined to keep himself awake however when he'd come to the realization that he hadn't been killed in the accident, he would maneuver his way away from the crash site, not interested at all in staying too close to the various fragments of the disaster that could very easily be lethal. Gaze moving along his surroundings briefly, he would take in the rather devastating sight, though also note that a startling amount of people had survived. Catching the sound of someone calling for help, he'd instinctively turn his head in the direction of the shrieks, only to notice that someone was already assisting the trapped individual. Furrowing his brows in an unsettled manner, he'd eventually focus his attention on a female that was within speaking range, not really bothered that she looked irritated.

"Hey..!" Tate would call, trying to get the dirty-blond haired girl's attention, cocking his head slightly. Seeing to make his way over to her, he would shoot a brief glance over his shoulder at the crash, features portraying nothing but disbelief. "That was so unexpected.. are you alright?" He'd question, studying her briefly. She seemed to be fine, for the most part; it was a plane crash, after all, so there was no way that anyone could've gotten out unscathed.

[ghostlyhamlet]

-Stanley Lewis Fitzgerald-
eighteen years old // closeted homosexual // tags; Augustus

When he felt something on his arms, he started to freak out as his fear was blinding him of all sense before he realized he was free of the crushing weight of the metal piece and was breathing more freely now. As he started to catch his breath, he heard a boys voice, one that he now realized rescued him from his horrible predicament. As the dark-haired teen opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out as he just stared at Augustus, the stinging of cuts and scraps that littered his body caused him to do a slight wince as he went to sit up. As he managed to sit, he touched his temple and his eyes widened at the sight of blood red on his fingers, "w-what happened?" Stanley couldn't help but ask as he looked around at the scene before him, actually taking in the plane crashing and himself surviving. The shock of it all hitting him hard before making him feel suddenly exhausted as he realized that he was alive, hurt, but alive. As he started to think more about it, he couldn't help the swell of emotions that bubbled up from his chest as he tried to stifle his crying.

[sunflower,]

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xxtagged : stanley lewis fitzgerald

xxxxxxaugustus studied the boy, searching for any serious injuries. to auggie's relief- the stranger seemed okay. he was about to speak, until he noticed tears falling down the stranger's cheeks. augustus instantly frowned, placing a hand on his shoulder. "hey, hey, it's okay." he muttered, trying his best to be comforting. he wasn't the best at it. augustus looked back towards the plane, before shifting his gaze back to stanley. "i'm not exactly sure. all i know is that our plane crashed." he said softly, biting his lower lip. "but you're okay. i'm okay. everyone is okay." auggie said, removing his hand from the boy's shoulder. "i'm augustus." he forced a gentle smile, before turning to look back at the island. they were utterly screwed! they were on an island in the middle of no where, surrounded by a bunch of strangers. he supposed they'd have to work together to stay alive, however the sun wouldn't stay out forever, and they'd need to start building shelter if they wanted to survive. auggie turned back to the stranger, frowning- as he wasn't sure how long it'd be until help arrived.

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xxtagged : tate atkins

xxxxxxshe was still in utter shock. how could this happen to her? she was on her way to a nice, stress-free vacation, but it turned into the exact opposite! avery sighed loudly, whirling around as a boy called her over. she furrowed her eyebrows, studying him. he didn't seem like a dangerous person, but avery still wasn't sure if she could trust him. "yeah, i'm alright. you?" she asked. avery cracked her knuckles anxiously, afraid of all of the challenges to come. "i'm avery." she introduced herself to the boy.

[mellovesyou420]

sawyer // tagged: no one/open

the plane flight had been a long one. not as long by normal people's standards, but sawyer had never liked planes that much. "flying killing machines" his grandmother back in ireland would call them. something about the sticky, filthy leather on the seats, and the crusty plastic walls would always make his skin crawl. too many people in such a small, confined area. it was a cesspool. sawyer hated it. this trip to the caribbean had been somewhat of something to look forward to, but just barely. sawyer has never once in his life been amazed or impressed and had already played out the entire trip in his head. boring nights, alone with nothing but himself and a bottle of whiskey. nothing would peak his interest, and he would spend the whole trip wanting his money back. it was no matter though. you only live once.

a slight tremble rippled through the place, sending everyone in the planes lobby to softly gasp. sawyers stomach lurched. another tremble came through the place, this time, only stronger. he knew something was wrong. before he knew it, a frantic flight attendant was blubbering over the planes overcom and in the blink of an eye, the face masks dropped from the planes ceiling. the plane was crashing. a part of sawyer was glad that his life may be ending, knowing he didn't have to deal with anyone's bull any longer, but a bigger part of him screamed for survival. grabbing a face mask and putting it on his face, he quickly unbuckled and ducked under his seat, bracing himself for the impact. it seemed like hours. hours passing. sawyer could see his water bottle hovering in the air as if they were on the moon. he watched as the water seemed to separate from itself. he focused on it. focus. focus. blackout.

a sensory overload is what woke sawyer up. he could taste grains of what seemed like sand in his mouth. his tounge seemed too big for his mouth, numb. he tried to speak. "why is there sand in my mouth?" he tried saying. he could smell something almost burning, but not quite. he had never smelled this before. burning flesh. soon, he fluttered his eyes open. the sun shone down on him like a interrogation light. he blinked some more and tried to sit up from his lying position, but a sharp pain in his shoulder and head kept him from doing so. he was still able to move his neck. everything was blurry, but he could see outlines of palm trees and bushes. he closed his eyes. it was too much. but the noise. oh the noise. it was unbearable. white noise. white noise playing like a symphony in his ears. it was to much to handle.

despite what his nervous system was telling him, sawyer bit back the pain and forced himself to sit up, causing him to cry aloud as pain shot up his neck and back. he looked around. the plane he had just been on was about 30 meters from him. he swiveled his head left and about 10 meters away, a couple of people stood wearily. hope rose in sawyers heart. slowly, but surely, he got up and hobbled toward the people, not preferring one in particular. "hey! HEY." he screamed. he limped over, hoping to find some answers.

[ghostlyhamlet]

-Stanley Lewis Fitzgerald-
eighteen years old // closeted homosexual // tags; Augustus

The teen then tensed at the touch, but then relaxed as he tried to rub the tears off his cheeks as he then looked over at the other boy, who had introduced himself as Augustus. Stanley then looked from him towards the plane and all the bodies scattered around it, thankfully all the bodies seem to be moving and walking, so that was one less thing that the teen would have to worry about. Clearing his throat he then looked back at Augustus, "I-I'm Stanley," he said in a small voice as he swallowed thickly, trying not to let his fear rise up in a panic again. All he really wanted right now was the comfort of his parents, but they didn't even know where he was...no one did...
As hard as Stanley tried to hide it, he wore his emotions on his sleeve and the fear, worry, and panic were all evident on his face as he continued to look around before trying to stand up. Standing proved to be much harder to do due to the lack of feeling to them because of the metal piece, which meant that Stanley legs were about equivalent as jelly.

[sunflower,]

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xxtagged : stanley lewis fitzgerald

xxxxxxauggie nodded his head. stanley. hmm. he looked down to stanley's legs and widened his eyes as they trembled. "oh gosh, are you okay?" he asked, as he frantically looked for somewhere comfortable for stanley to sit down. augustus was worried that his legs were broken. "uhh... here, sit down on this sand. i'll get you something to cover up your cuts." he muttered, as he helped stanley sit down. auggie was always so generous, and always put others before himself. he took off his own shirt and wrapped them around stanley's cuts to stop the bleeding. auggie wanted to try as hard as possible to make sure everyone was okay. "we have to start putting together some sort of structure if everyone wants to survive." he said, mainly to himself. "how many people were on that plane?"

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xxtagged : tate atkins

xxxxxxshe was still in utter shock. how could this happen to her? she was on her way to a nice, stress-free vacation, but it turned into the exact opposite! avery sighed loudly, whirling around as a boy called her over. she furrowed her eyebrows, studying him. he didn't seem like a dangerous person, but avery still wasn't sure if she could trust him. "yeah, i'm alright. you?" she asked. avery cracked her knuckles anxiously, afraid of all of the challenges to come. "i'm avery." she introduced herself to the boy.

[ghast.]

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gender male │ age seventeen │ location somewhere on the beach lol │ tags miles
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xxxxxshaking himself off, the seventeen year old let out a soft groan before
biting his cheek. the crash had most likely taken most of their stuff with it,
which included his ticket back. he had placed it in his bag, which was stuf
fed into the back of the plane which was half submerged in the ocean, no
t to mention the countless other things lost. personally, his parents had g
iven him a couple thousand dollars extra in case he needed it. now, he rea
lly would if they would make him pay to get back.

finally focusing his gaze, he could recognize another figure approaching. no
t that it was a familiar face, but he had seen the other male boarding the p
lane earlier. then again, he had really seen everyone boarding the plane, co
nsidering he had been one of the first to get on. he didn't look injured, but
then again, very few really were.

when the other blue-eyed male would speak, isaac's gaze would meet his. u
nsure of him, he offered a slight shrug. "a lot better than i could've been,"
he replied, an honest yet playful tone edging his voice. he could feel the h
eadache threatening to come back, but he leaned back onto his hands, squ
inting his eyes to avoid the sun that was beaming down on them.

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gender male │ age nineteen │ location somewhere on the beach lol │ tags lucy
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xxxxxalthough he didn't mind it, the male would come to wonder why his
parents hadn't asked about the sudden disappearance of several thousan
d dollars. he had his own bank account, but there was little to nothing e
ven in it when he had checked. of course, this could be due to the fact t
hat he didn't have a job back at home. having distant parents definitely d
idn't help his tendencies to seek trouble. when he'd try to reach out to h
ave a serious conversation, they'd often wave it off.

raising his eyebrows in slight shock, his gaze would end up falling on a girl
who had a long cut down her leg. although thankful that he wasn't hurt, h
e couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the pilot to cause such
an incident. also, what had happened to the tour guide. it would be incred
ibly unlucky to not have anyone there; they'd most likely have to survive w
ithout resources that were claimed to be provided. shaking his head, elija
h couldn't help but wonder where a first aid kit could be. of course, he kn
ew they usually had some in the back of planes, but god forbid he would g
o back just for that.

biting his lip, the dark-haired male approached lucy. digging in his pocket fo
r a moment, he pulled out a paper towel, which seemed convenient for the
situation. in reality, he just took it when he was on the plane because he d
idn't want to be bothered while he was listening to his music. "here," he of
fered, holding the paper towel out for her. "if you use pressure it'll stop th
e bleeding faster." he murmured, smiling warmly in attempt to convey his p
oint.

[kino]

❨ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 :: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 ❩ ─────
﹙male﹚﹙18﹚ ﹙beach﹚﹙tags: isaac﹚

Studying the other male more closely now that he was within proximity, he'd notice that he didn't seem to have suffered much injury; aside from the unfortunate chance that he had gotten sand caught in his throat. Not recognizing him whatsoever, he'd nod a little when the reassurance was made, a faint smirk forming his lips. Gaze eventually casting itself over toward the more forested area of the island, he'd tentatively bring a hand up, scratching the back of his head. He wondered how many other people had survived; by first glance, it looked like quite a bit. It was still something that took him aback.

Observing Isaac's reluctant demeanor, he'd nod, a rough breath emitting from his slightly parted mouth. "That's good.. I think..?" He'd murmur, not exactly seeking an answer to the question. Eyes training on the unfamiliar individual for a moment longer, he would take a slight step back, narrowing his eyes in uncertainty. "That was pretty, uh.. scary." He'd attempt to continue the conversation despite feeling it take a relatively awkward turn, clearing his throat shortly after. He wasn't sure whether he should keep trying to converse with the other being or not, though he felt somewhat inclined to after the tragic accident.

"I'm Miles." He would offer the introduction, shifting his hands into his pockets whilst he'd remain stood. Everyone seemed to be getting together with other people by this point, whether it was to help them or to simply check on their wellbeing. Reverting his attention back to the stranger, he'd frown, shaking his head.

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﹙male﹚ ﹙19﹚ ﹙beach﹚﹙tags: avery﹚

Allowing a meek sigh to escape from his lips, he'd be somewhat relieved when she wouldn't seem to be much injured at all. Despite him not knowing her at all, it still wouldn't be that much of a help if she were wounded, as some were. Observing her somewhat nervous gesture when she'd crack her knuckles, he would do his best to come across as relaxed, willing to back off if she'd prefer.

"I'm fine, yeah. I think." He'd would murmur in response, only feeling aches by this point. A few scratches were present as well, but they were minor. "Tate." He would return the introduction, offering her a friendly smile. Rubbing warily at the side of his neck, he'd give a slight shrug of his shoulders, still a bit shocked over the whole ordeal. "I can't believe that happened." The dark-haired male would admit, vocals tight with worry. He was mostly unsure on how they'd begin settling down on the island; it seemed decently complex to be able to adapt to the surroundings. Another worry was how they'd get back home, though he was fully aware that they some may still have their phones on them, while others were likely destroyed in the crash.

"It's nice to meet you, though." He'd add a little more lightheartedly, observing her briefly.

[ghast.]

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gender male │ age seventeen │ location somewhere on the beach lol │ tags miles
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xxxxxbeing somewhat self aware, isaac became nervous when the stranger
would continue to gaze. it's not that he was weirded out by it, but he was
n't used to anyone new really talking to him. usually the only people he'd
talk to in a day were his parents and small group of friends. now though,
his friends had encouraged him to go on the trip. at least he could blame
them for his almost-death. breaking out of his thoughts, the male would
again bring a hand up to rub his forehead, as if that could possibly make
his growing headache vanish.

ever since he was a kid isaac had been rather reserved; he liked to talk, bu
t with few people. he had always liked making friends, or the idea of makin
g friends, but he never got around to it. now that someone was actually try
ing to possibly be friends, though, he felt awkward even talking. "yea, i me
an...at least nobody died." the green eyed male murmured, suddenly feeli
ng a little more awake than he previously had.

his gaze trailed back up to the other male's face, shooting him an expressio
n that seemed to read 'sorry-if-i'm-quiet-i'm-not-used-to-strangers-talking-t
o-me'. taking a moment to look around once more, he turned his attention
back to the male, who he now knew as miles. "isaac." he added, nodding in
response.

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gender male │ age nineteen │ location somewhere on the beach lol │ tags lucy
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xxxxxalthough he didn't mind it, the male would come to wonder why his
parents hadn't asked about the sudden disappearance of several thousan
d dollars. he had his own bank account, but there was little to nothing e
ven in it when he had checked. of course, this could be due to the fact t
hat he didn't have a job back at home. having distant parents definitely d
idn't help his tendencies to seek trouble. when he'd try to reach out to h
ave a serious conversation, they'd often wave it off.

raising his eyebrows in slight shock, his gaze would end up falling on a girl
who had a long cut down her leg. although thankful that he wasn't hurt, h
e couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the pilot to cause such
an incident. also, what had happened to the tour guide. it would be incred
ibly unlucky to not have anyone there; they'd most likely have to survive w
ithout resources that were claimed to be provided. shaking his head, elija
h couldn't help but wonder where a first aid kit could be. of course, he kn
ew they usually had some in the back of planes, but god forbid he would g
o back just for that.

biting his lip, the dark-haired male approached lucy. digging in his pocket fo
r a moment, he pulled out a paper towel, which seemed convenient for the
situation. in reality, he just took it when he was on the plane because he d
idn't want to be bothered while he was listening to his music. "here," he of
fered, holding the paper towel out for her. "if you use pressure it'll stop th
e bleeding faster." he murmured, smiling warmly in attempt to convey his p
oint.