( ❝ ➥ the island ❞ o/a

[ghast.]

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gender male │ age seventeen │ location somewhere on the beach lol │ tags miles
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xxxxxsaying he hadn't expected the plane crash would be very obvious, c
onsidering nobody obviously had anticipated anything of the sort would b
e even possible. but reading the information about the trip, there was a
note stating that there was a tour guide there, and if anything went wron
g then everyone would be alright. apparently, there was first aid in the c
abins. the island's meager population did boost isaac's anxiety about the t
rip, but after hearing about the idea he couldn't let it go.

so, after remembering this, the male would also recall that on the website
it had stated there were cabins on the island where everyone would stay. w
ith this thought, he pushed himself up so he could view the scene better. "y
ea, that's gotta be less than one in a million." he sighed, eyes still focusing
on all the wreckage. from what he could assume, it really wasn't bad.

raising an eyebrow, isaac pointed his gaze to the dense forest that was loca
ted on the island and offered a soft smirk. "we can look for the cabins," he
suggested, turning his head back to meet his new-found acquaintance's eyes.
"if we get there before anyone else then we can probably just explore or
something." the male added, shrugging before starting off into the brush.

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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.

[nila_]

════ LUCY RIDDLE ════
tags; elijah

♡ now, lucy was definitely one of those who tended to roll with the punches, but this was an occurence she'd never thought she'd ever have to experience in her lifetime. it's not like she had some complex about how nothing bad could ever happen to her- but really, a plane crash? she had to remind herself for the second time that she's lucky, and that it seems like a lot of other people are lucky as well. better this than lying at the bottom of the ocean, she supposed.

maybe she was still in shock, but she almost didn't notice she was being approached. it was a boy, maybe close to her age, who seemed relatively unscathed. "i-" she began, before realizing what exactly he was pulling from his pocket. "o-oh, thanks, that's...that's, yeah, helpful." gratefully and with a tight smile, lucy took the paper towel and pressed it to her superficial wound. she watched it soak up with blood. "talk about money down the drain, eh?"

[ghostlyhamlet]

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

He was feeling okay, but then a small blush spread across his cheeks at the wink that Augustus sent him. Stanley was about to offer to help carry them when the other started to talk, which he didn't want to interrupt. As he listened, he frowned a little at his words, trying to remember anything that could help them that was here, but his mind was still a bit fuzzy from the crash. When the younger boy started to speak to him, he snapped out of his thoughts as he redirected his attention at him again. "Y-yeah, I think I can do that...do you need my shirt now or..." Stanley trailed off as he fiddled a little with the hem of his shirt.
While waiting for a reply, he heard the faint rumble of Augustus's stomach and frowned before placing his hand in his pocket, his frown deepening when he felt something. As he pulled it out, he inspected it; it was a chocolate chip granola bar, unopened but a little smooshed. "Do you want it?" He asked as he wasn't hungry at all due to the events that had unfolded, leaving him with a loss of appetite.

[MoonAero]

Park // 18 // Bi // Tags: open // Location: the beach

Park typically didn't sleep in cars or buses and never on planes, but the long week that he had experienced before his departure had worn him out considerably. He had fallen asleep before the plane had even left the ground. A gentle vibration resulting from a small cluster of turbulence had shaken his body awake. His pale blue eyes fluttered open, exhausted and slightly confused. The plane remained quiet, so his mind drifted off once again. Seconds, minutes, hours -he wasnt sure- passed by which led to a rough patch of turbulence that awoke him from a very deep sleep. He glanced around the rows of seats to see everyone's panicked faces and murmuring mouths. A large force shook the plane once more. The feeling of descent was nauseating. At first, it was only a slight feeling in his inner ears accompanied by the movement of the water in his white complimentary cup tilting slightly to one side. He looked out the window and soon realized that their descent was not going as planned. The plane began to tilt considerably as Park's heart began to race, pounding the inside of his ears.

The crash was nothing like Park had expected it to be. There didn't seem to be any fire, although he wasn't quite sure, and he couldn't hear any loud beeping or sirens. It was actually dreadfully quiet. He was still seated in the plane with his seatbelt tugged tightly across the lower portion of his abdomen. His shaking hands reached down toward the seatbelt, but snatched away at the sharp, stabbing feeling that radiated around his stomach to his spine. Another attempt allowed him to snap the seat belt off and lift his shirt to find that the belt had left him with a rather large laceration, about seven inches, across his abdomen. Deep, but linear, he figured that it would heal fine on its own within a couple of weeks. It stung, though its difficult to complain when you've survived a plane crash.

He drug his feet across the floor of the plane and was shocked to see sunlight streaming through the nose of the plane's cabin. Even more shock and a bit of confusion entered his mind when he saw sand and water through the windows and gaping holes in the wall as he made his way through the shambles of the plane. He stepped onto the sandy surface and stared ahead into a dense collection of palm trees and tropical ferns. Stepping out into the direct sunlight and intensifying humidity, he suddenly became dizzy. He stumbled over to a palm tree that was growing at a distorted angle and gently let himself down onto the sand and rested his head between his knees, occasionally looking up to search for any signs of other survivors.

[sunflower,]

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xxtagged : stanley lewis fitzgerald

xxxxxxthis boy was absolutely adorable- an endearing trait. he smiled, as he nodded his head. "yes, right now would be nice." he teased, allowing a lazy grin to line his lips. he took stanley's shirt and tied the branches together, securing the roof. as he worked, he heard stanley's sweet offer. auggie was starving, so he wouldn't hesitate to accept his offer. "yeah, thanks." he smiled, taking the granola bar and eating it. "you're very sweet. thank you, stanley." august hummed, as he studied the roof. he'd need to build walls, or at least something to secure it. "if you're worrying... don't. there's plenty of rodents around here to eat, and we can use heat to remove salt from ocean water. we'll build a warm shelter and we'll survive until rescue comes. okay?" he reassured, standing up. he wanted to comfort the older boy, so he took his hand and squeezed it a bit. "everyone will be okay." he then released stanley's hand and gathered more branches. "can you gather some branches for me?"

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xxtagged : tate atkins

xxxxxxavery sniffled, wiping a tear from her cheek. she was honestly terrified. "i just... what if we don't make it back home? what if rescue doesn't come?" she frowned, sniffling once more. "i guess we should go meet everyone else, yeah? i suppose if we're going to work together to survive, we have to meet everyone else first." avery sighed, as she turned towards a large group of teenagers- just as confused as avery and tate were. she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and looked at tate. "let's go, i guess."

[kino]

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

Folding his arms over his chest whilst listening to the other being's responses, he would steadily nod when the initial statement would come, biting his tongue tentatively. "You're probably right, but.. at least it wasn't fatal or anything." He'd point out honestly, fully aware of how it could've ended as opposed to how it actually had. Following his glimpse when it'd shoot toward the forest, he would release an unsure chuckle, scratching at one of his arms idly. It was a hopeful suggestion since he wasn't really sure what to expect from the island even if they had landed normally.

"In there? Well.." he'd trail off briefly, cocking a brow in an uncertain manner. Noticing that Isaac had already started heading in the direction of the woods, he'd sigh, seeking to catch up to him and walk alongside him. "Sounds good." Miles would comment once he was adjacent to the other male, pushing his hands back into his pockets. "I just hope there's no like.. huge ass spiders in here, or anything.." following beside the newly-met individual, he would cast his glance along the unfamiliar and foreign surroundings, narrowing his eyes a little.

He certainly preferred parting himself from the crowd of other teens; he was used to being around one or two other people as opposed to large groups. Looking over at the blond briefly, he would stifle a sigh, lifting his attention back to the area in front of them. Not having the slightest idea as to where the cabins were located at, he'd stick with Isaac, clenching his jaw slightly.

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

Observing the female sympathetically when she would appear to be crying, he would cock his head a little, frowning himself after a bit. "Stop thinking that. If all we're doing is dwelling on whether help will come or not we probably won't get anywhere." Tate would state truthfully, eyes diverting themselves toward the side. "Just.. stay hopeful? That's hard to ask from someone right after something like this happened, but.." he'd sigh, returning his attention to her. "I think we'll be fine; you and I, along with everyone else, as long as they're cooperative."

Facing the other direction when Avery would mention approaching the other people, he would nod in agreement, clearing his throat quietly. "Yeah, let's go see them. Hopefully they aren't too stuck-up or anything." He'd breathe honestly, uninterested in having to try and deal with people who weren't able to properly work together. Sure, there'd probably be a few, which would be manageable; the only thing he was uncertain about was whether a larger part of the population that was now on the island would be collaborative or not.

Starting toward them when she would indicate for them to do so, he would approach the area where there were more people dotted about. "What should we say to them?" He'd wonder aloud, flashing the dirty-blonde haired girl a brief and unsure look, noticing that they all seemed to be mingled with one another and caught up in conversation already.

[ghast.]

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gender male │ age seventeen │ location forest │ tags miles
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xxxxxcocking a brow, the slightly younger male would tilt his head at mil
es. obviously, something must've gone wrong with the pilot for the plane
to crash in general; thinking about it made him wonder where they even
could have been at that moment. surely not alive, considering they wer
e at the front end of the plane, where it had made the worst impact. ju
st contemplating it freaked him out. for all he cared, he could live on th
e island until he died, but he would never want to see what had happen
ed to them if they really hadn't survived.

"it probably was for the pilot, though," continuing to walk, he turned his
head only to watch the other male approach. "i think they only have tho
se in like, ripley's believe it or not books," he joked, pushing the underg
rowth aside so he could form somewhat of a trail. he hadn't read a lot ab
out the island's climate, but he knew he was supposed to bring clothes fo
r very high temperatures. so, naturally, being from michigan, he was wea
ring a sweatshirt and shorts. suddenly pausing, he'd take a second to pull o
ff the sweater, realizing he'd forgotten to wear a shirt underneath it. slig
ht anxiety washed over him, but he continued on anyway.

after walking for a few more minutes, his eyes narrowed when a large mass
came into view. shaking his head, isaac moved quickly towards it. after a fe
w minutes of approaching, he was able to confirm that the house-looking-th
ings were, in fact, the cabins. rounding to the front, he found the door and
tried the handle. thankfully, the door was unlocked. his gaze traveled back
to miles, shooting him a wide grin.

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gender male │ age nineteen │ location somewhere on the beach lol │ tags lucy
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xxxxxletting his hands slide into his pockets, elijah would exhale out of t
iredness. he had nothing to wake up to on usual days, since he had alrea
dy graduated high school, but that didn't mean he didn't get somewhat a
lright sleep. "yea," he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. tapping
his foot against the sand, the thought that his phone had probably been l
ost in the collision happened to pass through his mind. although they we
re told not to bring them, he'd taken it anyway and hid it in his back poc
ket. looking now, though, he could tell it definitely wasn't there.

smirking, elijah's eyes would drift to other groups of people conversing. hi
s gaze scanned the small crowd for a moment, before settling on a male t
hat looked a few inches shorter than himself. biting his lip, his eyebrows w
ould raise, staring for a few moments before he turned his gaze back to th
e female. "good thing it was only, what, a couple thousand dollars?" he
murmured, a joking tone lining the rhetorical statement.

holding his hand out as an offering of friendship, the dark-eyed male smiled.
"i'm elijah. and you are?" he questioned, eyes scanning over the female. asi
de from the big cut on her leg, she looked pretty unfazed. although, then ag
ain, the whole group all could've just died. there was good reason to be a bi
t nervous at the least.

[heather mason]

Stephanie Cooper/Female/18/Asexual Panromantic/tags:Open

Stephanie was still in the plane, trying to get over the shock. The plane crashed, she was going to die. That was her only thought, she reached down with shaky hands and unbuckled herself, she wasn't sure what to do. She could feel a bunch of questions burning to get out of her lips, she had a million questions and not a single answer. Each question was like a flame in her head, burning higher and higher ready to grab onto anything it could and burn it down, the questions were definitely already burning her hopes and dreams down to nothing. She stood up on shaky legs and walked out of the plane, she looked around to see people were already talking. She felt tears prickling at her eyes, threatening to spill. She was scared, for once in her life she was scared, scared of not seeing her siblings, scared of not making it past tomorrow. The tears spilled at that thought, running down her cheeks like a tiny river. She couldn't stop the river of tears with the fingers she used to wipe them off with, they just kept coming and with them the pain of the questions.

[ghostlyhamlet]

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

When he removed his shirt, he felt a little self-conscious but chose to try and ignore as he handed him his shirt and his granola bar. A blush reappeared on his face again as Augustus commented on his offer and himself, but when he mentioned eating rodents, he had to stop himself from doing a small gag. Although, everything else the younger boy had said had comforted him more, seeing as they had a chance at surviving a bit until they can find something else to live in or at. When Augustus took his hand, Stanley blush grew a few shades darker as he only nodded with a slight squeak and went to go collect the branches and vines.
"Stupid...stupid..." He told himself as he rubbed his now bare arm, being careful of the t-shirt wrapped around his bicep. As he started to collect some branches, he looked around for some vines, which he noticed not to far away; picking up a sharp looking rock, he started to use it to chop the vines at long lengths before carefully using it to wrap the sticks into a neatish bundle he could carry with some more ease.
Taking a deep breath, thankful that his ears were no longer burning as his blush had now long faded, he made his way back to the makeshift camp the two had started to make.

[sunflower,]

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xxtagged : stanley lewis fitzgerald

xxxxxxaugust noticed how red the boy's face got whenever he came close to him. he raised an eyebrow, grinning softly, as he watched the boy walk off. he decided he'd have some fun with messing with him. once the boy got back, august nodded his head, taking the supplies he had collected. "thanks." he grinned at stanley, as he started to build the walls to the shelter. he bunched the sticks together, tying them off with the various vines he had recieved. "why do you always turn so red when i talk to you?" he asked, grinning gently. "it's cute." august hummed, as he finished one side of the wall. he pushed the walls together, resting the roof on top. "it's finished." august said, as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. he ran a hand through his hair, before looking back at stanley. "it's so hot out.. let's go find some water. possibly swim in it as well and cool off." he said, as he pushed himself off the floor.

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xxtagged : tate atkins/group of people??

xxxxxx"thanks tate, i appreciate it." she said softly, and it was true. she appreciated that the boy was trying to comfort her. avery followed him to the large group of teens, biting her lower lip. she was a bit nervous, in all honesty. she had no idea who these people were! she drifted her gaze back to tate, "perhaps we should just say our names? i'm not sure. maybe tell them how we're just like them, and we need to work together to survive." she said, unsure. she slowly approached the group of teens, and waited for tate to say something. there was no way she'd speak first. avery was far too nervous.