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 Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 4:24 pm
ANNOUNCEMENT
MESSAGE TO ALL VILLAGERS:
If you didn't understand already, obviously, you know nothing of technology. No cellphones, television or anything of that matter. Villagers literally live by the land. There are no pancakes and glassware. People drink out of coconut shells and hunt for their food. THEY DO NOT LIVE IN CITIES. Their clothes are mostly hand made, and that is about 98.4% of them. They don't have the luxuries of those in a city. No soap, or toilets. Any place formal here would be mostly covered in possibly hand made items, or animal fur. Mostly animal fur. There is also the possibility of tree leaves and dressing up the place with flowers that will die the following day. But these people like to conserve nature so don't go crazy.
Obviously the survivors have cellphones that are probably washed out by now. Eventually those things could come in handy if they plan on building something.
SO PLEASE
Try and understand the setting and the plot. I'm sure plenty of you have seen or heard of survivor shows. Think about how the villagers lived before towns and cities. In huts and all that stuff? Yeah, that's what the village life is like. They have a strong belief in the "Gods" of the earth. Like rain and the sun. I think its called polytechnic. Anyway, their English isn't fantastic, and I haven't exactly come up with another language so just assume they all speak English. The "Common tongue of the gods" we shall call it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 10:37 am
ρнøεвε (ℓуии) нαяяιѕ My baby's pretty as a car crash,
Sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm,
Just another modern swinger.
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
And it’s love... Phoebe's eyes darted to Ashton as soon as he was visible. She had been on edge since she had noticed someone being nearby. Seeing the threat was much better than not knowing what was watching you. Her eyes stayed on him as he spoke their language with a strange dialect. He used words that Phoebe didn't understand, but she nodded her head as if she knew what he had said. Luckily Maria told him they didn't understand. Phoebe nodded her head in agreement. Her eyes left the boy when a sudden outburst was heard nearby. Her bow was once again in her hands, but without an arrow with it. "What was that?" she asked to nobody in particular. Her eyes scanned the foliage by them, but she saw nothing.
Phoebe was frusterated with herself. She used to be the head Huntress, seeing everything. But within the past days, her eyesight was fading. She could hear perfectly fine, but the edges of faraway things were starting to get fuzzy. Being the head Huntress meant one could handle anything, and protect against whatever the forest threw at them. But, how could someone protect against things they cannot see? These thoughts usually accompany her at night when Atzura, the God of Sleep, does not visit her. She tosses and turns on the mat in her home, unable to dream.
She turned to face the others as she pulled her bow back over her back. "I am going to see what that was," she said, turning towards the shout. Checking over her shoulder one last time, Phoebe started walking in the direction of the voice. Her footsteps were light as the forest swallowed her up. Eyes ablaze, she scanned her surroundings as she made her way through the brush. Her bow tapped rhythmically against her left shoulder blade. Her pace slowed as she neared the source of the shout. However, her bow stayed strapped to her back. Phoebe had a feeling the creature that produced the noise was another one like Shiloh and Ashton, and was therefore harmless. She stopped near a large tree and waited for another sound to give away the location of the one who shouted.
My baby's pretty as a car crash, subtle as a splinter,
Yeah, my baby's smooth as sandpaper, warm just like the winter.
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
And its love...
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 3:02 pm
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄_______Λsнтσи Ξмιℓ Ϲнαиɢ_______▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Яaising an eyebrow at the two girls, realizing they didn't get his slang, he shrugged and tried to explain better. "Pint-sized means small, or tiny-at least compared to me. Shipwrecked means our big boat got destroyed, and we were washed up here from the sea. And a town is like uh... A village, ah, let's see... The place where everyone lives, works, shops...?" He tried to make his explanation as simple as possible, but not rude as if to insult them. Though, it wasn't like their speech made much sense either. Presence with the Gods? Were they not allowed to be on the island without some imaginary figure-to his mind at least-giving the okay? And kin? Who honestly used that word anymore? Sister was fine, relative was a little out there, but hey, he wouldn't complain. His thoughts halted immediately, barely registering the shout that was made. His mother tensed as well, he knew how she was over the two of them, despite the situation with their dad. Nikki was calling him, and the huntress took off before him. There was no way some chick was going to his sister before him, especially armed.
Taking off after Phoebe, still not knowing their own names, though he couldn't really care much at the moment. Low branches were swatted away with his arms, his legs pushing as hard as they would on the soccer when he needed to break away and get a goal. Roots that stuck up from the forest floor were jumped over, his throat drying with anticipation. "Nikki! Hold on, I'm coming!" Desperation covered his voice as he slowed to a stop, noticing the gash on her arm as he met her. Panting slightly, he cursed, wishing he did actually stick to the Scouts group as a kid. But no, he was more for the sports than survival type of thing. In his mind, he swore to make it official for his kids-if he ever decided to settle down-to take survival training whether they liked it or not. "Nicole, you okay? Mom's worried sick about us, and we can't find Dad. Some locals said they'd take us to their King, and the Gods can decide our fate." Asch gave a joking smile with a role of his eyes, doubting that they really believed in all the omens, superstitions, and Gods who controlled everything. Kneeling down by her, he grimaced as he faced her wound.
"I wonder if they need their Gods to treat her wound..." Again, Ashton made slight fun of them in his mind, before turning his head to the huntress. "Can you clean her wound before we meet your royals?" His face was serious but sincere, not wanting his baby sister to be hurt. It was his job of watching over her while their father was gone, and since he had yet to make any sort of commotion, Asch needed to step up. Seeing Nikki's face in slight pain as she continued to dab it with the large, clean leaves, he lent her a hand to stand up.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 9:23 pm
ρнøεвε (ℓуии) нαяяιѕ My baby's pretty as a car crash,
Sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm,
Just another modern swinger.
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
And it’s love...Phoebe frowned in annoyance. The boy, Ashton?, was loud. Frusterated, she almost shouted, "If you move like that you're going to get us killed! You're like a child." Shaking her head, she stepped from behind the tree and saw a smaller girl. The girl resembled Ashton, so Phoebe assumed they were kin. Being an only child, Phoebe never knew the closeness one can have with siblings. The way the two Chang children looked at each other was so foreign to Phoebe. She watched in curiosity as he smiled at her and tried to fix her arm. The moment was short-lived, as Phoebe watched in horror as Ashton grabbed a poisonous plant. She cursed and grabbed the leaf before he touched the open wound. "Are you trying to kill her?!" she said fiercly. After a moment, Phoebe answered Ashton's question. "Yes."
Now, Phoebe grew up in this forest. She knew what tree was good to eat with a sore stomach. She knew what plants to steer clear of. She was not a Shaman, but she could tend to simple wounds. Phoebe stepped closer to the girl and grabbed her arm with a gentleness that surprised even Phoebe. She inspected the girl's arm, wincing some as she saw how much dirt was in it. She turned her head away and scanned the plants nearby.
Dropping the girl's arm, Phoebe stood and yanked a wide leaf off a nearby plant. She also pulled a few longer leaves off a tree. Sitting next to the girl, Phoebe proceeded to squeeze the wider leaf to get the white liquid out of the stem. Phoebe dabbed the liquid onto the girl's wound as she said, "I am Phoebe, Head Huntress. I never had a chance to introduce myself." Phoebe's eyes never left the wound as she wrapped the longer leaves around her arm. Phoebe tied the ends of the outer leaf together as tight as she could without hurting the girl. "There.. Now we must bring you back to the King to decide what to do." Phoebe stood slowly, suddenly feeling as if she was interrupting the two siblings. She cleared her throat and asked, "Shall we go?"
My baby's pretty as a car crash, subtle as a splinter,
Yeah, my baby's smooth as sandpaper, warm just like the winter.
Screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
And its love...
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