.::Gleras Island::. Deserted Island RP .::. Accepting!

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>> Michael looked up from checking the sturdiness of the log and smiled, peering through the darkness at the berries. "They should be, I doubt any poisonous ones would be this close to shore," he shrugged, his face still a little flushed. He walked closer to the water, enjoying the relaxing sound of the waves, and grabbed a few more logs. He leaned them against either side of the log in between the trees, making a tent-like fort. Michael brushed his hair out of his face as he put a few clumps of mud between the bottoms of the logs, for insulation. He could line the bottom of their sleeping area with big leaves and grasses after he was done.

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Marzia
With Michael, tired.

Marzia smiles and nods, Okay, I'll go gather some, she says. Even though she wasn't able to clean or wash them because they had no source of fresh, clean water, it was the least she would do. Marzia walks back into the forest and starts picking the ripe berries, trying to watch out for the thorns.

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>> Michael smiled and nodded her off, glad that she was happy to help out. He continued putting mud on the cracks, then crawled inside as it dried. It was more quiet than outside, with the bug chirping and the waves crashing. Then, as he continued to sit there, his body heat got trapped inside, making a nice temperature that was warmer and soothing. He gave a smile to himself and crawled back out in search of grasses that weren't too itchy, then lined the little hut with it. After that, the leaves. It wasn't too soft, but it was padded and wasn't rocky like the outside.

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Marzia
With Michael, tired.

Marzia picks tons of blackberries and as she picks one of the last ones a thorn goes in her finger. She makes a short squealing sound as the pain enters her brain. Marzia sees the blood trickling down her finger and her face turns as white as a sheet, blood is one of her secret fears, and she's never told anyone about it. She stands there in the forest, shocked, frozen, unable to move. Marzia's breathing quickens and gets more shallow as she watches the blood drip from her finger onto the grassy, leaf-filled ground below her.

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>> Michael fixed up the last few leaves, hoping that Marzia didn't hate it, and then back out, looking over his work. It was good, for only being built in half an hour, but at least they had a place to sleep. He found a few larger rocks and placed them in a circle in the sand clearing for a makeshift fire pit. He was planning on how he would start it when a small squeal a few yards behind him made him jump. "Marzia?" he called into the fading sun light. When he got no reply, he walked a little farther into the woods. "Marzia are you alright?"

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Marzia
With Michael, tired.

Marzia hears Michael call for her, but she can't reply. She stares at the small puddle of blood that has been dripping from her finger. Marzia finally makes her turn around, she looks up at Michael with teary eyes and a small whimper escapes her lips. I-I'm bleeding, she says, looking at the thorn in her finger. 'Great, now he's going to think that I'm a wimp,' she thinks to herself, forgetting about the blood, but only for a second. She looks back up at Michael, her eyes scared.

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"Yor the fist person i met in almost a year so im not really sure about anyone else here..."Alice admitted."It really does feel good to meet another person though!"Alice realized.

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(Anyone open?)

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(Anthony and Samantha are open)

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>> Michael smiled and let out a small laugh. "Marzia, it's nothing much," his eyes shone with slight humor. He ripped off a small strip of the sleeve to his white v-neck and wrapped it around her finger. "There. Good as new," The young boy grinned, beaming that he was actually able to rip his own shirt. "Makeshift band-aids are always fun." Michael added, tying the sliver of shirt into a knot around her finger. He then lifted up the bottom of his shirt, revealing his toned but not impressive stomach, and dabbed the rest of the blood off her arm with a smile.