Where Exactly Am I? Lost-based RP Closed

[Talent.]

~Amber~
Amber saw two girls with a baby. 'Well, they must have it under control' Amber thought. She did find one bag of hers but that was it. As she swam back to shore and pulled the bag o her other arm. When she reached the beach she lay down on the sand. "I think the plane has drifted a bit. It wasn't that far before." Amber said to Fallon. "You'd better go look for your luggage before it drifts out too far." She suggested.

(june 1-7? it's June 27....Anyways I won't be on at all today or alittle of tomorrow because i have a sleepover so, when i come back on ill need a recap. ta ta~)

[Angallia]

Marigold

Marigold listened to Kayt splash around in the water, and chuckled when the girl squealed. She was glad no one had been injured so far. She laid her hands on the floor and felt the vibrations of the girl stumbling around. Sniffing, the cave smelt musty, earthy, and wet. "Excuse me honey, but what time is it?" Mari asked, in the direction of Kayt. "Afternoon, morning, evening, night?" The air was hot, but then again it was an island. Mari's best guess was that it was morning or afternoon, but being unable to see the sunlight, she couldn't be sure.

Fallon

Fallon nodded at Amber. "Okay, thank you for letting me know." He smiled. He didn't want to admit he was afraid of going back into the plane, but he set forth anyway. Gently wading into the water, he looked through it for sharks or jellyfish. "Alright, Fallon... 1...2...3!" He mumbled to himself. On three, he dove in and swam as fast as he could to the plane's edge. Pulling himself up and in, he looked at the ceiling. He really didn't want to see the dead people. Squinting his eyes, he finally opened them and looked around. It wasn't as bad as he had imagined. People slumped in their chairs or on the floor, but there wasn't much blood. He searched the overhead containers for carry on bags, and slung them all around his shoulders. He tried walking to the back of the plane, where the flight attendants sat. It was steep because of the plane's angle. He finally managed to pull some first aid kits out, but it appeared as though there was a lot of damage. He also got a defibrillator and some batteries, along with a flashlight. Where the food was stored, he found a few measly packages of peanuts and plastic cups. Everything looked damaged, and Fallon had no idea if anything would actually be useful. He searched the bathrooms, talking the toilet paper and soap. Finally, he stepped out of the plane and back into the water. Holding onto the sides of the plane, he peered into the cargo hold. There was some luggage left. He dove underneath, and blindly pulled two suitcases up. Everything he carried was very heavy, and he struggled back to shore. By the time he got there, he felt half drowned. Fallon gasped for air, and dragged the findings farther onto the shore.

???(Baby)

Cradled in a strangers arms, the baby felt she wanted to cry. However, this girls arms were warm and soft. She was more comfortable than she was in the plane. Where was her mother? She felt so hungry. Holding back for now, she shifted in the girl's arms, and sidled up against her chest.

[VanWen]

Pippa smiled down at the child as she moved closer to her. "I shall name you Jenny." she said and stroked the child's face and knew that she would give her life to defend her. It was if she where her own child. Pippa tossed the suitcases outside and noticed they floated like a huge raft. "Laura come quick!" she said turned to the girl with the puppy. The plane shifted slightly and Pippa stumbled but managed to remain upright.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

{[Full Name
Bobby the Puppy
{[Age and Country of Origin
About six months. Unknown
{[Personality
Bobby is a friendly and playful dog who loves to play with people and his ball. He also loves chewing on sticks and rolling on his back. He is still young and inexperienced, and will often bump into things for not knowing how to control his speed and stop. He also loves digging things, and chewing whatever he finds. Bobby is cuddly and will take a liking to people and disliking to others, often following the people he likes around. He is a good companion, though he is very fond of his food. Also, he can bark to much, and when he starts, it is impossible to stop him barking.
{[History
Unknown really, except when the plane crashed he managed to get out of the hold in the bottom of the plane due to his small size, and was found later on the plane.
{[Appearance
He is a bit fluffier, and has a curly tail that is always at his side and bobs up and down when he walks.
{[Family
He instantly takes the people at the beach in as his family

{[Occupation
To defend the people on the beach and to chew things.

{[Other
I just thought it would be nice to have a dog on the beach with them

Accepted!

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Kaytanah Dowling

Kayt looked at the older woman and walked over to sit beside her. "It's sometime in the late afternoon. We would have gotten lunch on the plane, but we crashed, and lunchtime was a few hours ago. Probably fiveish, I'd guess. The sun hasn't set yet." She studied the old lady carefully, then reached out to touch her hand. "You're blind, aren't you? Has anyone found you a cane or something to feel around with?" she asked, not trying to be rude or offensive, but merely curious.

[Pandle]

Name: Thandiel Darwin
But you can call me: Thanny or thistle, which ever suits your float
Always try to act your age: 16
And never pretend to be the opposing gender: Female through and through

It began: The end of school, the finishing of exams. An oppertunity to join the cousins abroad in their paradise home of New Zealand. A chance, for once, to enjoy the sun, the heat. No more wet summers, no thick wolly jumpers through the months of July and August. So there was the prospect of exam results waiting on the door step on the return home but that wasn't for another two months, before that; holiday time. The cousins would be at school for a while yet, the aunt and uncle at work. Paradise alone. Piece and quiet. Sunbathing, reading, walking. Freedom! It was the proposition that had driven her since christmas. Oh yes, it was going to be a great summer...
An illusion: Perfectly average. Nothing extraordinary, no unusual beauty no rare hidden talents. Just a teenager on the glory of freedom. It had long been her dissapointment to have failing eye-sight for which she held both parents and grandparents too, if they hadn't been so darn blind she wouln't have had to wear glasses and be called four-eyes her whole life. That was until the intervention of contact lenses! Thank heavens. But remember: never get them wet! And if she wore them more than twelve hours they would dry out and fall out. What a time limit, a good thing then, she would often reflect, that she was on holiday. Besides from the failing eye sight Thandiel blinks from grey eyes that peek out with a hardened stare under unkept mahoganny hair -though some might call it black. She was a rugby player, a swimmer, a shot-putt and discus competitor and her muscular arms and legs gave her a rather lack luster femine apperance -much to her distain. But never fail for with the muscle came humour and wit, a sharp tongue and an obbsession with marine life. Who needed beauty when you were diving in the ocean depths?

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Name: Thandiel Darwin
But you can call me: Thanny or thistle, which ever suits your float
Always try to act your age: 16
And never pretend to be the opposing gender: Female through and through

It began: The end of school, the finishing of exams. An oppertunity to join the cousins abroad in their paradise home of New Zealand. A chance, for once, to enjoy the sun, the heat. No more wet summers, no thick wolly jumpers through the months of July and August. So there was the prospect of exam results waiting on the door step on the return home but that wasn't for another two months, before that; holiday time. The cousins would be at school for a while yet, the aunt and uncle at work. Paradise alone. Piece and quiet. Sunbathing, reading, walking. Freedom! It was the proposition that had driven her since christmas. Oh yes, it was going to be a great summer...
An illusion: Perfectly average. Nothing extraordinary, no unusual beauty no rare hidden talents. Just a teenager on the glory of freedom. It had long been her dissapointment to have failing eye-sight for which she held both parents and grandparents too, if they hadn't been so darn blind she wouln't have had to wear glasses and be called four-eyes her whole life. That was until the intervention of contact lenses! Thank heavens. But remember: never get them wet! And if she wore them more than twelve hours they would dry out and fall out. What a time limit, a good thing then, she would often reflect, that she was on holiday. Besides from the failing eye sight Thandiel blinks from grey eyes that peek out with a hardened stare under unkept mahoganny hair -though some might call it black. She was a rugby player, a swimmer, a shot-putt and discus competitor and her muscular arms and legs gave her a rather lack luster femine apperance -much to her distain. But never fail for with the muscle came humour and wit, a sharp tongue and an obbsession with marine life. Who needed beauty when you were diving in the ocean depths?

Accepted, and at this point we are several hours after the plane crash. A few people are exploring the wreck, and some others are waiting in a cave that was discovered.

[Pandle]

She woke with the sensation of being rocked. It was most curious for Thanny was positivly sure she hadn't suddenly revereted back to being a child. It would be frightfully nice if she was a child though, small enough to fit into some nice warm persons arms and be cuddles and comforted against the...the...

Groggily Thanny flicked her eyes open and immediatly wished she had not. She lay strewn across a suitcase her legs dangling in water and her finger tips brushing the surf as it carried her, presumably, to shore. The suitcase was still shut, the zip sealed against the lock picking ocean.
"What the?" Thanny lifted her head and slowly rubbed her eyes. They stun and she cursed quietly; salt water and contact lenses wasn't going to be a pleasant sensation. The ocean stretched out in every direction as an unconsolable block of blue. She got the impression that they must have been closer the New Zealand than when they'd set of because the environment maintained the impression of warmth although it was definantly evening now and beginning to chill.

She had to get out of the water. But to where? Tossing her head back to glance behind her a wave caught the side of her face and *splash* she rolled unceramoniously into the water. As her head broke the surface she spluttered and coughed, her hands instantly swishing the water backward and forward as she tread the water.
"That's it thanny, nice and steady" she reassured herself as her eyes watered painfully. Ahead, one hundred or so meters away sat the glorious sand of a beach. Safety. People.
With a shake of her head and grit of her teeth Thandiel began to swim toward the shore line, her breast-stoke was steady but slow. It had been a while since she'd been swimming.

At last the coastal shelf was beneth her feet and she dragged herself up the last few meters onto the shore and knelt down, panting and shivering. Where were the big hotel fronts that always dominated the coast lines? Why were there no life guards, no people? Grunting and heaving herself upright Thanny dragged herself toward a tree. It was getting late, a cool breze was coming in off the sea, she would catch pnemonia in her soaked clothes if she couldn't find shelter. Or starve without food. Or deyhdrate without water.

Oh gosh. Thanny thought dramaticaly of all the horrible deaths that waited for her then, reselotely, she pushed the thoughts aside. She was not going to die. She was going to live. First, she thought grimly, to look for other survivors.

[Angallia]

Marigold

Mari giggled casually. "Yep, blind as a bat!" She waved her hands in front of her face. "And that lovely young girl, Pippa, brought me a stick." She held up her new cane triumphantly. She felt useless; she'd been sitting in the cave the entire time. Mari hauled herself to her feet, and started to walk forward, using her stick to feel ahead of her. Her feet stepped onto the warm sand. She called back to Kayt. "How far are we from the shore?"

Fallon

Fallon ran his fingers through his hair, and spiked it back up. Finally, out of his face. He gazed victoriously at the things he'd dragged back onto the sand. Kayt and an old woman were in the cave. He glanced over towards the plane. Eventually, they should take everything. Really, truly everything. Fallon wanted to take apart the plane, and bring the pieces on shore. Who knew how they would be able to use them? He saw Pippa and Laura far off, making a raft with suitcases. Even more distantly, there was something else. Was that a piece of luggage? Fallon squinted and looked closer. It was slowly coming closer to shore. Now that he could see more clearly, he noticed.... It was a person. "Kayt, Kayt!" He yelled towards the cave. "There's another survivor!" He turned and faced the survivor, waving his arms. With this current, she could end up halfway around the island and never find them.

Jenny

Jenny grasped the girl's shirt with her tiny hands. She let out a cry when they neared the water, and squinted her eyes closed.

[Lunaestrella]

((Sorry, I might have to quit this. I'm in loads of other RPs and I haven't had much time recently, and I can't reply to all of them . I'm going on holiday soon and I won't be able to keep up. Sorry ))