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 Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 11:21 pm
_____________________You board onto the S.S. Starfire, a yacht owned by none other but Star Fukushima.
_____________________She is hosting an exclusive, private party.
_____________________Filled with food, drinks, and fun fun fun!
_____________________However...a storm is approaching.
_____________________After hours of partying, a hurricane approaches, sending the Yacht drifting to sea.
_____________________The next morning, you awake upon a sea shore, along with other passengers of the yacht party.
_____________________Scattered pieces of the yacht scattered across the sand.
_____________________You have ended up on a large, deserted island jungle.
_____________________You and the others must find a way to survive on the island, or a way to get off the island.
_____________________You are....Marooned.
_____________________Here are the basic rules.
_______________________- Follow the ToS
_______________________- No god modding
_______________________- If your characters start to make love, time skip!
_______________________- Rated PG-16
_______________________- Be realistic. You won't find a magical sea shell that can transport you home, on a beach.
_______________________- Just jump in!
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 12:15 am
 xxx . THE . GLACEON . 【 crystal 】xxx▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆
Crystal laid limp on the sea shore. Her clothes tattered and ripped from the violent storm as of last night. The aggressive waves which crashed against her body roughly. Making her become unconscious. Her torso rose up and down slowly. Alive and breathing. Just knocked out. The bright sun licked at her pale skin, heating it as she laid there. With the soft waves crashing onto the beach and softly hitting her body. Then retracting. The glaceon's clothes were soaked. Drenched from the sea water. Overhead, sea gulls flew through the clear blue sky. Squawking as they flapped their long white wings. The calls of the sea gulls made Crystal cringe and her eyes flutter open. The glaceon groaned from the back of her throat. Her dark teal eyes were visible now. Her thick eyelashes framing her eyes. Crystal glanced around from where she laid. W-where am I? How did I get here? she questioned herself mentally. Her eyes stared at the golden sand and at the palm trees that were growing upon the shore. Slowly, she rose from her laying position, sitting now. She looked out to the teal blue ocean. The beautiful, yet destructive ocean. She could see scraps of metal, floating upon the surface of the water.
What had happened? Clips from last night played in her mind. The striking of lightning. The cracking of thunder. The vicious waves which tumbled upon her and pulled her under water. Crystal remembered the party she had been invited to by the overgeared clefairy. The heavy partying. The loud music pounding through the speakers. Then the terrified screams as the yacht was tossed about on the waves. The glaceon felt a stinging pain in her leg. Her dark eyes fell upon her thigh, where her skinny jeans were cut and her skin showed. A large cut rested upon her skin. Blood dripping and soaking her pants. The salt water not doing much good to the injury. Crystal winced. It looked horrible. She had remembered falling off the boat and the propeller cutting her leg as it was caught in the chain of the anchor. With nimble fingers, she began to tear at her pant legs, releasing the constriction in her legs from the skinny jeans. She ripped them to make them into short shorts. Right above the bloody cut.
Crystal stared at the blood, unable to figure out what to do. Then, she had an idea. She began to tear at the hem of the tank top she wore. Ripping it around her stomach. So it appeared to be a sports bra like top. Taking the torn cloth, she wrapped it around her wound. Bandaging it up and tying it tightly. She winced slightly, not liking the blood. Or the tropical paradise which was littered with yacht parts. She looked around, hoping she wasn't the only survivor. She feared that she was the only one on the island.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 6:47 pm
T h i o ____ R e i n e "Head full of voices"  
Where was he exactly? Oh that's right. Some ship. 'Yacht,' the soft voice in his head corrected. Right. Some yacht he'd snuck onto last night. He was wandering the streets with his Siamese, Keeno, when he'd overheard some party guests at the docks and found them boarding a rather large and expensive looking boat. Yacht. So, being as low on money as he was, and that certain personality of his looking for something 'entertaining', as he put it, to do, he hopped on board, hid himself in a storage closet to sleep in for the night. He wasn't worried about his apartment, he was already taking a couple days off from work, and he always left extra food and some milk out for the strays he'd taken home, so, he was taking a small 'vacation' of sorts.
He felt something small and warm with a rough, friction texture brushing against his cheek, which was soon followed by those two familiar voices who always accompanied him in his head. 'WAKE UP,' one yelled, making his fingers twitch just slightly as a reflex, 'You should do as he says this time, I think something terrible happened last night, as usual' the soft one said. Thio groaned a little before bringing a fingerless-gloved hand up to his face, rubbing over it with his fingers for a moment before gradually opening his eyes, welcomed by the sight of Keeno staring at him with those familiar and bright blue eyes she had. "..Nnn..Hey Keeno," he half mumbled, removing his hand from his face to rub the top of the cat's head gently for a moment, a quiet purr heard after that usual 'meow', "I guess we weren't found last night." The Dodrio sat up after a moment, ruffling his own hair with a hand before picking up the Siamese and getting up to stand on his own feet, glancing around for a moment before reaching for the door and glancing around the large room. 'No one around, doubt that'll last for long,' thought one, 'Stop being a wuss and get out of the damn closet,' thought the other. With a brief and quiet sigh he exited the closet and roamed about the room, looking for any signs of..well, anything.
After walking around for what felt like a while, noticing cracks in windows here and there and many things knocked over, and a lack of people, he made his way out onto the large deck, immediately taking notice of the large chunk of the deck itself and part of a pool that it was connected to missing, as well as the mass amount of trees to his right. "Keeno," he started, that cat still scooped up in his arms, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." He ran his tongue idly over the inside of his lip, fiddling with coiling lip ring for a moment before he made his way down to the beach, the feather-like fur on his coat blocking most of the sea breeze from his face, but lifting and blowing some of his pony-tailed hair, the brown, black, and dark hot pink a sharp contrast against the light blue of the sky.
His outfit was practical enough, and had obviously been worn many times. The black trench coat-like coat stopping just below his knees with the brown feather-like fur around the top rim and hood, a couple waist straps with buckles hanging loosely from the sides and around the back, the white tank top he'd slipped on for the day, the torn up black jeans with the straps crossed in an 'x' like fashion hanging loosely against the back of his legs, accompanied by small chains hanging on the sides, a belt with handcuffs hanging across the top of his right thigh. He wore his usual black boots, laced with buckles over the laced and tied up strings. His hair was in its usual ponytail, his hands covered with black fingerless gloves. All in all it was fairly practical, most of it anyway. The majority of black at least matched his large, solid black neck tattoo, which many usually wondered if that was what it even was. The spike shaped endings of the tattoo were a nice contrast against his skin tone, visible just above the top of his tank top.
"Splitting me apart"
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 9:01 pm
ℓɩსεაა♡ ყεɩりべっっ っえい ☸✚ There was soft moaning noises mixed with exhaling of heavy breath being released from the lips of a certain Libess who had 14 hours ago contemplated on even taking a ride on the Yacht. The busty womans mind currently wavered between conciousness & passing out again, while her deep blue eyes slowly opened facing the fierce sun light that felt as if they were piercing her very head. Letting out another moan, this time a bit louder she brought a manicured hand to her forehead almost instantly feeling slick liquid at he finger tips. It wasn't until then she also felt the cool wet sand underneath her & the tides coming in & receiting(sp?). Trying again, she cracked her eyes open, feeling that same piercing pain through her skull but dealt as she slowly sat up pulling her hand before her face. That slick liquid she felt was indeed blood. Turning her attention away from her hand for the moment, wincing at the bright light, the Blissey vaguely made out the surroundings of an island & the boat wasn't all too far from her either. It looked to be in horrible condition.
Unable to take much more of the surging pain in her head she shut her eyes again for moment, opening just as a male from what she could tell through he blurred vision came out of the broken down Yacht. In a way he looked almost like he was glowing, but... that was probably just her head messing with her. Libess already knew by the pain in her head, the blood, the blurred vision. She had a concusion, luckily being a nurse had helped out in the end after all. Well, somewhat. At the moment all it was baring for her was just the fact she knew what she was diagnosed with, but had no way to fix it. Feeling weak she leaned back again, almost flopping back onto the wet sand & shutting her eyes. She was a bit unaware of it, but though her clothes were pretty in tact still, there was a rather strange tear on her right shoulder chest & stomach. Other than that her clothes were perfectly fine excluding the sea water weighing them down & the ribbons on her shoes had come undone. Just how long had she really been laying there? What exactly happened...? Not even the slightest memory could be rendered much more than her boarding the Yacht... ✚
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 1:33 pm
 Ａｎｅｔ Ｍｅｔａｎ Was it just his imagination or... did it seem a bit colder in the room, despite a certain body he could plainly feel coddled up close to him. The lack of breasts only told him that it was the only other person he'd be messing around with. Loni. "Ehhh... Shut the window it's friggin' cold in here." The blonde groaned moving his hands to feel out for his blankets that he was currently lacking but all he felt was sand. Warm, dry sand & bristly grass & it wasn't that short stuff, no, it was... kinda long; & that smell... why did it smell like they were on a... beach...? Slowly the Manectric opened his eyes to find nothing but the big blue sky above him, large clouds passed by slowly covering up what blue there was. Turning his head he saw nothing but sand & ocean, forestry seemed to be skirting the inside of the beach, but he couldn't at all recall this place. Just how the hell had he gotten here? Again he turned to look to his other side but actually couldn't see passed the tanned neck in his face, on that actually... kind of... had a certain bruising mark. Suddenly aware of the position he was in his face lit up like a christmas light & frowned hard. "Loni wake up before I shove you off."
While waiting for the Cubone to respond he double checked from where he could see to make they were actually alone. That NO ONE, was around to see this at all. When he felt it was pretty clear he started trying to recall how he even got here. The Yacht he was on was out of sight quite a ways, so his memory wasn't jogging back as quickly as it could. His eyes continued to search the sparkling beach, but try as he may, his memory couldn't pick up anything more than finding Loni & taking him a board a yacht, having one too many drinks & going back to their room. It didn't really explain why he was on a beach right now, but it did explain the pounding migraine from a hangover. Tired of waiting on the Cubone he sat upright letting the male flop next to him or just slide over, as he took in his surroundings better. Seemed whatever happened to the yacht, both him & Loni had strangely drifted from it together. The blonde closed his eyes in a frustrated manner of not being able to remember exactly what happened he looked to the hobo he'd dragged with him. "You might want to get up, the yacht is gone." It wasn't until he was looking over at his bed companion that he noticed the lack of clothing on himself & Loni due to them having done a dirty deed before this all went down. But it also revealed quite a bit of nics, scratchs & gashes, & even a swollen ankle. But the blonde didn't heed much to any of that at the moment, instead he was flushing red now more desperately looking over the beach for their clothes from where he sat, but not a hint of blue, yellow, brown or even black could be found. No, looked like he'd be nude for some time, & this only made him turn to hoping no one would show up out of now where. Releasing a defeated sigh, he hung his head low with a pained expression while his salt water soaked hair flopped to the left side of his head.☁  ☁
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 5:09 pm
 Loni the Cubone Loni felt a very sharp pain as the throbbing in his head continued to pulse, his eyes clenched tightly shut, eyebrows knit as he heard a familiar disgruntled voice. He tried to shut it out, not because he was peacefully sleeping but because there was a pain that had been the reason for the cubone being unconscious and his body was trying to shut back down to avoid it. When it became clear that there was no more chance of shutting it out he brought his hands to the sides of his face, pulling himself up and opening his eyes to the bright light of the sun. He turned away from it, hearing his companion speaking but not really listening.
"Uhn.." he mumbled through a jaw clenched tightly shut, gritted teeth holding back whatever threatened to escape his lips. When his eyes became downcast, avoiding the light of the sky and the brilliance of it on the sand '...sand?', he saw his own naked tanned skin, a few minor bruises and scraps scattered over the olive flesh. Then, it began to all come back to him, sleeping with Anet - the musician that he'd come to know over the past few months, falling asleep beside him neither of them caring to put clothes back on, and waking up to the room filling with water. He vaguely remembered his attempt to wake the manectric from his slumber, his attempt had been interrupted by a very hard collision of something to the back of his head.
This memory alerted him to the cause of the intense pain he was feeling and he quickly scrambled to place his hands over the back of his head - more concerned with that situation than the fact that he was naked considering the fact that Anet had already seen all of him anyway. <********> he muttered, dragging out the 'f' sound as he seethed from the pain that putting pressure on the spot had created. When he pulled his hands away from the mess of dreads he caught sight of that deep red color. He was bleeding, s**t, did he have a concussion? He hoped not, he couldn't afford a trip to the hospital. And, speaking of the hospital - how would he even get there, he began to wonder as he looked about and saw nothing but a stretch of beach. "What happened?" he asked with a frown, brown still knit tight from confusion and pain, his hands now sliding to to obscure the view of that certain place between his legs, afraid to attempt touching the wound that must have been hidden in his dreads.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 6:26 pm
Ａｎｅｔ Ｍｅｔａｎ While he continued to panic over something quite obviously less important at the moment, he stopped in his tracks of it looking to Loni when noises & words of pain were being dragged out. By then he realized the real danger they were in, not just the petty one he couldn't let go of, & frowned now worrying about the Cubone who had just pulled his hand from his head with blood. A lot of it. His eyes focused on that hand, shocked by the reality of it, & only snapped back when Loni spoke again. "I... I don't know..." Honestly he didn't at the moment he was beginning to think they were the only ones there. It was a bit of a relieving feeling, but not a lasting one when there were other concerns at hand. Anet was no nurse, & he had no idea how to fix anything that bled so he literally felt helpless. "H-hey... are you okay? That's... a lot of blood you know." Shifting his legs closed to hide his own pierced pride, he moved a bit closer with deep concern for the Cubone. When he brought the guy with him for a yacht party he hadn't expected this to happen at all, he didn't have a single thing except for the male he came with.
Desperate to help Loni out he abruptly shot up to stand only to let out a loud scream in pain because of the piercing feeling that shot up his leg, causing him to collapse instantaneously back where he'd just been sitting. "s**t..." He groaned, a hint of a whine as well, & grit his teeth waiting for the sudden pain to subside seconds later. "What the hell..." He whimpered much like a baby, glancing at the area where the pain had come from to see his over sized ankle. Didn't look like he'd be doing much walking after all. He was aware of this type of situation though, much due to Lio's own reckless behavior before. All he really knew was he needed a splint for his ankel & it'd get better right? But where would he get something like that here? His eyes eventually turned back to Loni, unsure what to really do & even at this point cursed his lack of knowledge on this just because he was too busy making music... well... in more than one way. "I'm sorry..." Like the crybaby he was, his voice shuddered in a hushed tone almost going unheard behind the tides rolling in & out, & his eyes quickly started watering up only to burn against the salt in the air, so he clenched his eyes shut & began rubbing them. It was a rather odd sight seeing him break down so easy, but anyone who really broke his thick ego walls would find how soft & squishy he really was. ☁ ☁
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 11:08 pm
 ₭єɑηє ₡ɑıη Ɉɑʍєʂ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯Tension is who you think you should be - Relaxation is who you are
=Chinese Proverb=
The sun beating down rays of delicious bright light, toasting his skin. The waves, lapping over and over again on his chest, making the warm skin feel chilly, for only a second, till the sun heated it back up. This is what Keane lived for, the love of peace, and the water. Not a soul in sight, though there is a lot of wreckage. Seems an uninformed yacht party hostess didn't get good info on storms. Ah well. He couldn't be the only one alive, could he? What if he was? He'd survive on his own means. No difficulty. He made do in a jungle of metal, he can make do where you can eat much more.
He remembered the night before. A random invite as a guest, partying the night though, smiling at the fact that he knew his roommate would be extremely jealous. He partied some of the night with a cute girl.. had she survived? 'Wait.. what did she look like again? Matters not. She'll remember me. And if not, no reason to.' He got tired of the music playing at the party, and made the Dj move, to the dismay of the party goers. But when he started his own way, the party flared up even more. Was the crash his fault? He remembers a shattering piece of wood, or.. metal? slicing his face effortlessly, as the boat was felled by the waves. He touched his face, and felt the wound across his face, in a diagonal line from his right brow to his left cheek. Any lower and that would be an eye gone. It had healed up a little, hallelujah to sea water, and it didn't show much signs of re opening.
He had woken up a long time ago, on some sort of jagged rock, lucky he hadn't been impaled. But even though he knew he was stranded, he enjoyed the idea of swimming out to sea for a little mental relaxation. But it was time to be getting back. See if anyone else survived, make some shelter, find some food, etc, etc. Keane turned his body in the water, and started to swim back towards the beach, where his slightly torn and bloodied clothing was at.
☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 3:35 am
ＳＥＴＺＥＬ ｒａｄｉｃ  A tanned man laid in the sand of an unknown beach. His face was peaceful, though, with slight disturbances every now and then. By the wrinkling of his nose, the furrowing of his brows, one could tell that he was sleeping. Or perhaps, drifting in the void between a state of wakening, and sleeping. A small snort came from his nose, and a quiet moan from his throat. Was he wakening? Yes...slowly. Slowly the bright light from above was forcing his eyelids often, slowly the aching of his stiff limbs sat in, and slowly the man was brought back from the lands of pleasant dreams, into harsh reality.
Setzel opened his eyes, but shut them tightly afterwards again. The sun, the light, it was much more than he had expected. What time was it? It seemed like noon... he hadn't slept so long, had he? He had been up just before dawn. The darkness was oppressive, but the many lights of the yacht had lightened up the darkness, making it crawl back to the lower parts of the ship. He had watched the last of people return to their dorms, leaving the deck empty. The lights being turned off, leaving everything soaked in the tight darkness that is just before the sun once again was to show it's face to the earth. He couldn't remember returning to his dorm. Had he then, fallen asleep on the deck? No... something... something happened...but what..
The thoughts brought a pain in the back of his head to him. He moaned and rubbed his eyes, then pressed two fingers against a hollow between the start of his neck and his skull. The headache gave up and disappeared almost instantly. This brought a small smile to his face, which, though quickly vanished as something stung in his chest. He opened his eyes, blinked frequently to get used to the light, and after a couple of seconds, he had them fully opened, examining the surroundings. A beach... how odd, he don't remember the invite saying anything about docking at a beach... for a party perhaps? No... He looked to his side. Why would he be sitting in the sand, if the huge ship had only docked here? Didn't make sense. Had there been a wreck...? He turned his head again, glancing to find the ship. Nothing right here, he thought. Several silhouettes appeared in the distance, some moving, some not. Some looked to be injured, some tried to help. Desperately wobbling around, trying to find out what had happened. A pain still stung in his chest. He moaned again and looked down to his stomach, seeing it covered in a red sticky liquid. He felt his way with his hand, to the source of the blood, a large wound over his chest. By the slightest touch of his fingers, the wound ached, and Setzel had troubles restraining himself from crying out at the pain. A small winch escaped his throat, though not as loud as it sounded in his head. His head was throbbing. Wait... his shirt was gone. He looked up, glanced around. A small dark grey piece of cloth was close to him, and he assumed that was what was left of his shirt. It had to been torn to pieces judging from the deep wound on his chest. He turned his gaze to his pants, and assured that his treasured grey horn was still attached to his bohemian hippyish trousers. It was. He looked to his right side and saw his sash, torn at one end, but otherwise intact. He grabbed it, crawled to the water and dipped the sash in the salt water, looked it through for flesh eating bugs, and upon seeing none anywhere, he tied it tightly around the wound on his chest. The salt water stung in the wound, but Setzel remained silent, only his nose wrinkling at the pain.
He managed to get upon his feet and walk a little in the sand, before the burning heat the sand contained was too strong for his bare feet. He seated himself, his legs crossed, back straight, his hands on his knees, three fingers forming a circle on each hand, the two remaining lying in his palm. Meditating to regain harmony of his mind, body and spirit.
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