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 Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:26 pm
Meiloyn v2 kinkies Meiloyn v2 kinkies
Kink walked onto the scene, a battered hoodie and satchel in her hands.
"Hey guys. I see you guys didn't get hurt in that stupid plane crash.
My ribs kinda hurt. So, um, ouch, what're you guys up to?" she said
((Are we supposed to roleplay? I feel silly if we aren't))
((We don't have to roleplay, but we think it's a lot more interesting then just talking. I also feel silly without RPing. xD))Kink stood up again, slung her satchel onto the ground behind her, stripped down to her undies, which incidentally had Snoopy on them, and waded into the ocean.
"S'really nice, you guys! Oh, be glad I didn't go skinny-dipping!" she yelled at the scandalized looking people on the beach,"I was going to...but then you guys are all serious-looking!"
((Haha, this is fun!))
She came back onto the beach after a while, and sat on the beach next to the girl named Meiloyn, saying to her, "Hey Meiloyn. Five minutes no see, haha..."
Kink pulled out her iPod and started listening to the Eagles, one of her favorite bands. "You guys wanna listen?" she asked, holding out her ipod. "I got all kinds of music on here."
((I'm a frivolous, silly RP'er. Haha, feel free to tell me I'm being silly, I'll quit.))
"Ok." Kink said quietly, "Let's go look at the cause of our dilemma."
She walked sedately over to the plane, with her arm entwined in Meiloyn's.
"See anything? It's too high up for me."
((Chums...))
Kink pulled on her hoodie and slung her satchel over her heart.
She rubbed a sleeve of the well-loved looking garment against her cheek.
"Do you see anything?" she asked Meiloyn.
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:26 pm
Evil McBadguy Teh Gothic Oreo "Pfft, no way am I going neer that plane. It probably smells worse. Nope, I'm staying right here. You guys go on." Tig grabs another fruit from a low branch and bites into it, still in the sand. I'm with her. She nodded. "Bodies smell horrible.. " Tig grabs onto Evil and pulls him down onto the beach. "Fruit?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:27 pm
Teh Gothic Oreo Evil McBadguy Teh Gothic Oreo "Pfft, no way am I going neer that plane. It probably smells worse. Nope, I'm staying right here. You guys go on." Tig grabs another fruit from a low branch and bites into it, still in the sand. I'm with her. She nodded. "Bodies smell horrible.. " Tig grabs onto Evil and pulls him down onto the beach. "Fruit?" Yes, please.
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:28 pm
Evil McBadguy Teh Gothic Oreo Evil McBadguy Teh Gothic Oreo "Pfft, no way am I going neer that plane. It probably smells worse. Nope, I'm staying right here. You guys go on." Tig grabs another fruit from a low branch and bites into it, still in the sand. I'm with her. She nodded. "Bodies smell horrible.. " Tig grabs onto Evil and pulls him down onto the beach. "Fruit?" Yes, please. Pssh.
Tig picks up a piece of fallen fruit from the sand and brushes it off in her shirt, then shoves it into your mouth. "Enjoy!" She grinned and turned to look towards the group at the plane. "Hm..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:30 pm
Meiloyn returned to the plane, the buzzing getting louder. Inside the cockpit, she saw that the radio was on. It was saying, "Hello? Hello? Do you copy?" She approached it and said, "Roger. Flight 001 has crashed on an island somewhere in the Pacific. I am not the pilot. The pilot is dead. I am a passenger and there are a few survivors. Over."
"Good, I am glad to hear that. The witch doctor will be coming to pick you up soon. Over."
"Thank you. I'll tell the others. Over and out."
The radio buzzed to off.
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:32 pm
Meiloyn ran back to the other people on the beach. "It was the radio!" she shouted. "The radio survived the crash! The witch doctor's going to pick us up in a few days!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:34 pm
......................................
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.....***.................****....
....*****............****......
...........*********...........
*looks at the fruit Tig gave him. ^
..... Vomits*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:35 pm
Evil McBadguy ...................................... .................***................ ...........***.......***.......... .......***..............***....... .....***.................****.... ....*****............****...... ...........*********........... *looks at the fruit Tig gave him. ^ ..... Vomits*
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:48 pm
((Sorry, I was impatiently awaiting a post and it took a long time.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:51 pm
Meiloyn looked around. "Sorry, Tig, I'm starting to feel sleepy." She lied down on the beach. "Good night."
((I'm leaving.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 10:11 pm
Gaf struggled up, tearing a jagged peice of the plane from her face and accidentally pulling on her skin. There was a long gash from her hairline to her lower lip and she touched the edge, whimpering like a lost child. In fact, she was a lost child. Gaf pushed her unneeded glasses up on the sweaty bridge of her nose and stood up abruptly. Suddenly, her knees buckled under her and she fell foward, supported by her forearms, which were buried in the cold, wet sand. Some water lapped at her feet and a fowl scent wafted towards her.
Giving up on standing any time soon, Gaf crawled over to where she saw more people, asleep ones. Clutched in her right hand was a messenger bag a dark shade of olive and in her left was a locket, the last thing to remind her of her parents.
Stumbling over, Gaf collapsed right on her bruised ribs and she curled up as close to a ball as she could get, whimpering all the way to sleep.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 6:03 am
I don't think you realise... Jetty opened her eyes abruptly. Where am I? she wondered in a panic. She heard familiar sounds of people sleeping, but whatever she was lying on felt gritty, and the sound of water wasn't a drip-drip-drip sound, like it would be at home. She fumbled for her glasses, which lay next to her in the sand, bent. Perfect, she thought. Good thing I'm not blind without them. She shoved them into the pocket of her sweatshirt. They were lying in the sand. Of course. She let out a small cry of despair. Hadn't this all been a bad dream? She was still here on this godforsaken island, though. "Damn," she said to herself. "Damn damn damn." ...that you're breaking my heart.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 6:33 am
I don't think you realise... Jetty sighed. No use complaining now, I guess, she thought resignedly, and jumped to her feet. A quiet cry of pain escaped her. "Ouch," she said, to no one in particular, tenderly touching her ribs. She proceeded to look around. A few people were lying down. She recognised Tig and Meiloyn, but there were two new people, as well, one of them a girl who looked about her own age. She had a gash on her face. Jetty winced just looking at it, and then winced again because her ribs hurt. The poor girl looked devastated. Jetty wondered to herself, Why do I not feel like that? I've just been stranded on an island with a bunch of strangers, yet I feel almost no emotion other than annoyance at being stuck. My parents must be scared to dea- She cut herself off. Maybe that was it. The girl probably hadn't been flying home to her parents. Maybe she had been flying with her parents. She would have no way to know whether or not they were alive... But Jetty realised that she was assuming things again. Maybe the girl hadn't gotten over the shock of finding yourself stranded on an island. Her parents were probably fine.
Looking again at the people, Jetty noticed that a few of them had belongings with them. She thought for a moment, and then used a stick to write in the dry sand: "I am going to find the plane wreck. I want to see if my things are still there. Follow if you want. Jetty." She walked away, her feet leaving prints in the sand that could be followed by one of the other survivors.
((My mom is telling me to shut down the computer. Again. D: I'll try to come back on later.)) ...that you're breaking my heart.
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