Karim Mercer|Male|22|Tags: Open
Karim bit at his lip as he intensely focused on the task he was doing, his legs crossed in his sitting position on he ground. The dagger, a bushcraft knife he believed it to be, he had been given was sitting right next to him ready to be used for his current task. Which was making a snare trap, by the way. He was supposed to survive, and in order to survive one needed food, so the first thing Karim had done was locate multiple little twigs with some weeds and vines and promptly sat his butt down to make snare traps. Which...wasn’t actually going so well at the moment due to his limited memory from what he had been taught about hunting when he was younger. “Ouch!” He yelped as a weed snapped, causing a twig to snap back and get his hand, leaving an angry little red mark between his index finger and thumb on his right hand. With a groan the male flopped back onto to his back, lying there as he brought his hands up to hold his face. “I’m so doomed...”
Koda Meyers|Male|22|Tags: Open
Koda currently sat in a tree, not surprisingly sticking out a bit from the green scenery around him with the forgeign dark clothes he wore that didn’t even belong to him. What seemed like a permanent scowl was planted on his face as the whole realization of the situation circled nonstop in his head. He didn’t know how to survive in the wilderness. He was a city boy who never once had gone camping and instead focused on art. Was “survival” anywhere at all in that description? He didn’t think so, and he was practically literally itching to sketch something out of frustration. But alas that was impossible, for he had no pencil nor did he have his sketch book. What he did have, was a measly little knife he didn’t know how to use. So what good did that do? Jack diddly squat that’s what. After a moment or two, Koda found himself with his hands in his dark hair as a shout of pure anger and frustration burst forth from his chest.
Aerica “Rika” Adams|Female|24|Tags: Open
Aerica sighed to herself as she crouched down beside the small river she had found, dipping her hand into the cool water. Well, at least that was one item she could check off of her small list of things she needed to live. She pulled her hand out of the cool liquid and rolled her shoulders back, shifting the shortbow and arrows that were strapped to her back. “Oh my...” Aerica murmured softly as she sighed. She didn’t have a clue as to how she was going to make herself a shelter - sure, she was tough despite her small stature, but she wouldn’t be able to build a good and strong shelter by herself to protect her from the elements. “This is going to be harder than I thought...” Aerica gave a pouty huff as she crossed her arms over her chest, glancing around her current surroundings to see if there was anything useful.





































