✈Sᴛʀᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ✈Sᴇᴍɪ-Lɪᴛ/Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ✈Oᴘᴇɴ✈

[.sky.]

Ali

Ali sat in the water, on the beach, blood flowing slowly into the ocean. For some reason this reminded her of Jaws. The thought of a shark coming so close to the shore was unreasonable. She looked around. The Island looked like people could live on it, not that they should, but you know. She saw a tree, with a perfect center, she could use that as something useful. But first she needs to find people, who could have survived. " Anyone on the Island!?" She called, as she played with the water, her voice ecoud in the trees, she could. She wasn't her normal self, she just realised. She looked out at the ocean, as a fish came to her. She splashed the water and it swam away, she really disliked fish .

[burnham]

>>Balthazar James Fetters<<

Balto sat down in the sand with a huff, and the sudden movement jarred his back, reminding him of the shard of glass that was sticking out of it. He took his right hand and reached back, feeling the shard protruding. “One, two, three,” he whispered to himself before yanking it out. “Damn,” he said with a grimace as he pressed his gray shirt into his back to try and stop the bleeding. He sighed and turned back to the others in the group, his big brown eyes scanning over them carefully. “What do you guys think we should do?” he asked, the question open to anyone. “I can go back on the plane and get some stuff so we can try and make a camp and tend to everyone’s physical and emotional injuries,” he added with a slight chuckle at the end. The young man was just trying to make the best out of the situation.

[.sky.]

~ wait, are you guys near Ali? Or does she need to come to you~

[- drift.]

{{@RockStar:: I think where Mark sat Sky down on the sand is a bit set off from the others, but I think everyone else is near you. So, like, when Balto asked that question, she could probably be the one to answer.}}

[apathy,]

Ĵαɢɢɛя Яα-Иαʏ βяα∂ℓɛʏ & Ѧαяκ Δи∂ɛяƨσи βяα∂ℓɛʏ

The boy smiled, his voice was already slightly gay, he wasn't comfortable helping a guy with his hands. That would just be... awkward... Well. I could see. He wouldn't really need stuff done. Wash his hands with salt water, then wash it out with regular water. And wrap it up. He smirked, still wrapping her leg up even more. I'm Mark by the way, feel free to call me May-May or M & M's. He laughed, studying the wond once more, just making sure it was okay. Then he wrapped it for a final time.

Jay came out of the plane, making her way over to Mark. Mark. My hand is sweling up. She said, looking at her sowlen hand. Mark rolled his eyes, taking her hand, Did you put freash water on it, like i told you? Mark looked at her, she stared at him. You never told me crap. She said, going back onto the plane to get more freash water. Sisters... He smirked, checking her other leg, then checking her arms for other wounds. What we could do? Well, we would need to collect all of the fresh water from the plane, then we need to set up camp. He mumbled under his breath..

[gam]

[ Hey there, I have a question ~ I would love to join, but how should I start off after I make the form and hopefully be accepted? :3 ]

[Bay]

I have nothing to post, complete writers block, any ideas for me?

[Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ]

.♦. L u c a s .♦.

I felt defeated by this stupid plane. I sat down, leaning against what was left of the side of the plane, and put my head on my knees. I didnt know what to do. I didnt know if anyone was alive. I put my head back, hitting it on the metal of the plane. Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths. I had no plan. Maybe I would just let myself starve, or be eaten by lions. Or something. As a matter of fact, I didnt know if there even where lions here. I had no clue where I was, and I seriously didnt care.

.♥. L u l u .♥

I wanted to yell for help. I was stuck, but it didnt hurt. I coudlnt feel my legs at all. I just wanted out. Out of this plane. I couldnt yell though. My body wouldnt let me speak, wouldnt let me yell or cry. I looked around the plane, which had been seriously torn up. I was surprised that it hadnt exploded, and killed me already. I picked up a peice of plane, and through it at the wall, creating a small bang. I doubted that anyone heard it, but I kept throwing things, having little hope.

[.sky.]

~okie dokie!~

Ali

Ali heard some voices to her right. She stood up slowly, and began to walk, towards the voices. A very slow and aginising walk. She could see some figures in the distance. As she came closer she saw how badly wounded some of the people where, almost making her should and cut look like a baby. " Hey."She said, as she came up to them. Glade to see other people made it out." She said, moving her wet hair out of her face, and wincing in pain as she moved her shoulder.

[- drift.]

{{@Gamzee:: You would just start off with your character(s) coming off of the plane, probably with a few wounds.}}

☁ Sᴋʏ MᴄDᴀɴɪᴇʟs ☁
Sᴋʏ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ. Tʜᴀᴛ ɪs, ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. Sʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ. "Hᴇʏ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, Mᴀʀᴋ." Sʜᴇ sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴋᴇ ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ. "Mʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ's Sᴋʏ. Sᴋʏ MᴄDᴀɴɪᴇʟs." Sʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ, ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs. "Aʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, Dᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ Pʜɪʟ, ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, I'ᴍ ғɪɴᴇ." Sʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʟɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. Sʜᴇ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss. Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ, sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴜᴘᴘʟɪᴇs. Aɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ɴᴏ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘɪɢɢʏ-ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʀɪᴅᴇ... {=P} Sʜᴇ ɢʟᴀᴄɴᴇᴅ ᴀᴄᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ғɪxɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs. "Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜʀᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ?" Sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ʟᴀᴍᴇʟʏ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ sɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀss, ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. Sʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ, ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇ, ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴜɢɢᴀɢᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀsʜ ᴜɴsᴄᴀᴛʜᴇᴅ.