The Deserted ~ semi-lit RP (one more spot)

[bee]

Troye frowned and followed the other. "Dude, you need to stop throwing yourself into trouble." He muttered, his senses kicking in again. This time the sounds weren't as loud, but he could still hear the chirping of far away birds and the rustle of trees.

[Oboe C.]

Cat sighed and wandered up the beach, where she'd spotted some palm trees. She stopped in the slim shade of one and looked up. A few coconuts dotted the top, looking just barely ripe. Cat sighed and walked over to the trunk. She hated climbing palm trees, but she knew how. Cat jumped onto the tree, trying to gain as much height as possible, and thankful for the jeans she was wearing. Cat gripped the rough sides of the palm with her hands and knees and started shimmying up. Her hands cut open on the rough bark, but she knew better than to let go. Cat finally reached the top, where she roughly knocked a few coconuts off. Cat then slowly shimmied down, and dropped into the sand when she was about five feet up. Cat noticed the thin trickle of blood coming from her hand, but she ignored it and scooped up the coconuts. She slowly made her way back to where catman-dude and the other had left. Cat pulled a black swiss army knife from her pocket and found one of the eyes on a coconut. She stabbed in the corkscrew and twisted down until it got into the hollow cavity. Cat pulled out the corkscrew and closed the knife, and put it back into her pocket. She gave the coconut a distasteful look, but took a sip of the water. Cat scanned the beach for the two, who she hoped to be returning soon.

[stormy tom]

Christopher slipped form the trees, silent as ever, and continued down the bank. Soon enough he reached the water. Throw himself into trouble? Never. Use his body to protect his friends? Always.
The salt water burned when it seeped into his body, but Cristopher ignored it. He rubbed it into the wound, dipping his whole body under and then coming back up with a fish in his hands. It was a decent size, but not enough to feed three people.

[Oboe C.]

Cat spotted Chris and walked over to him, holding another coconut. She stopped at the edge of the ocean, the waves lapping at her toes. She looked out over the water and frowned at the sight of the water rising over a coral reef. She saw a few bits of rock and such sticking out, and spotted a black-with-neon orange stripes backpack. Cat looked back to Chris, and set down the coconut. "Thats mine!" She pointed as called and waded into the ocean, then broke into an expert Australian crawl. She swam out to the rocks warily, staying behind them, and she kept ducking under. Cat grabbed the backpack, which was floating near the rocks. She held it in one hand, and swam back to the beach. Cat collapsed onto the sand, panting. She opened the several layers of the backpack and sighed in relief.

[stormy tom]

Christopher watched Cat swim out and grab the backpack and then swim back. He came up the bank and sat beside her. "What is it?" He asked, ripping what used to be his shirt into strips and using those to wrap around his bleeding chest and arm. "Your lucky it survived."

[Oboe C.]

Cat looked over at him. "Its a little survival backpack. Its waterproof, and pretty well made, so it would've survived a hurricane." She dug through the contents, a small bottle of water with a tiny bottle of iodine, two MREs, a thing of matches, and a plastic neon orange poncho. She pulled out the plastic poncho, revealing a swiss army knife and a pack of smokes with a lighter. "I was wearing it when I got washed off my dad's sailboat." Cat lit a cigarette and blew a smoke ring.

[stormy tom]

"Good thing to have," Christopher commented. He refrained from making a face at the smell of smoke, but he couldn't help coughing as it made its way into his lungs. It hurt and his chest seized up. Standing, he walked back to the water. "We need fresh water, but that panther is in there and I don't fancy getting ripped to shreds again."

[Oboe C.]

Cat hid a smirk when Chris coughed on the smoke from her cigarette. "We could circle around this place, see if its really an island, and how big it is. If we leave the cat alone, it aughta leave us alone." Cat blew a bunch more smoke rings, watching as they floated up, then were ripped apart by the breeze.

[~Frozen Mushroom~]

Is it too late to join this role-play? If it isn't I'll post character details.

[stormy tom]

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"That's a good idea," Chris pointed out. "Then we might find where the river flows out and not have to trek back all the way through the forest." Why hadn't he thought of that? Was he losing his head? Stretching his legs, he stood up and looked around. "Shall we go?"