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Post by Lea on Aug 21, 2017 23:14:47 GMT -5
STRANDED Lord of the Flies Edition
One minute, you and a group of other young adults are on a nice, complementary flight to a newly opened Island Resort after random selection. You know hardly any one on your flight, yet you're excited - if even in the slightest.
Next thing you know, you're falling. The emergency systems screaming at you and you're flailing to follow safety procedures. You looked out the window and sea blue sea and you realize you're about to hit the ocean. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for impact.
The impact sends a jolt through your body. Something explodes, you the hear the screaming of breaking metal and fearful flyers, you wonder if maybe you're screaming too. You expect water to fill the compartment, but instead all you smell is salt water and hear the sound of buzzing cicadas.
You open your eyes to see chaos, you feel whatever pain you're feeling, and realize that you are alive - others are not so lucky. You're alive and on an island - in the middle of ocean. Which ocean, you can't remember. Like that matters now. What matters is what to do next. That, my friend, is up to you.
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Post by Lea on Aug 21, 2017 23:16:25 GMT -5
ROLE PLAY RULES Stranded: LOTF Edition This is a semi-advanced role play. I expect role play posts of 500 words or more with correct grammar and spelling - if you really aren't sure, use spell check. Characters must be 21 and over. Follow the forums rules, be nice, don't godmob or powerplay or whatever, and have fun. It is okay to have more than two characters. the ten members thing can change based on interest. Start with two characters, I'll let you know if you can take more. Note that there is only ONE Flight Attendant spot open.
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Post by Lea on Aug 21, 2017 23:16:56 GMT -5
THE ISLAND Stranded: LOTF Edition Not much is known about the island. The initial crash landing is on what seems to be the east end of the island, along a sandy beach. Behind that is the forest which contains animals, plants, and hidden dangers. Hopefully even some natural shelters.
The Weather is hot and humid with at least one rainstorm per day, usually a little after sun high. The best place to be during the rain is the forest, but when the rain is done, the forest is overwhelmingly warm and for comforts sake, returning to the beach is better.
There is no service out here so good luck using your phone and there are no outlets so once your phone is dead, no more checking the time or playing with apps that don't need wifi or data.
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Post by Lea on Aug 21, 2017 23:17:24 GMT -5
WHAT IS HAPPENING Stranded: LOTF Edition Premise of the Role Play The Government randomly selected citizens, telling them that they won a free trip to a recently opened Island Resort. Of course, this was just a ploy to get thirty 20-somethings on a plane. The plane is automated so there is no pilot on board, but the flyers don't know that. At a certain set of coordinates, the plane crash landed onto an island in the middle of the Pacific Island. When they landed, ten of the flyers on board died. There are a handful of flight attendents - three - but one died, so there are two left. Which means, 18 of the people on board were fooled into getting onto the plane and two know why they're here but only once they were already on the plane. Whatever happens next is up to our characters.
Currently They're dealing with the crash and whatever injuries they have. They're introducing themselves and getting to know the island. Groups are forming and survival of the fittest begins. They're struggling with the heat and humidity and hunger. Other plots tbd
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Post by Lea on Aug 21, 2017 23:18:10 GMT -5
CHARACTERS Stranded: LOTF Edition [ BREN ABELARD ]
twenty three, male | prelaw student, homosexual
mesomorph body type, brown hair and blue-green eyes. charismatic and opinionated. from flagstaff arizona. currently finishing up his prelaw degree and studying for he LSAT. Looking to get a law degree as a transactional attorney.
[ EMMETT ADRIAN ]
23, Male | EMT/Med Student, Heterosexual
mesomorph, blonde hair, blue eyes. shy and caring. From northern Wisconsin. Currently in medical school. Wants to be an ER doctor or an orthopedic surgeon.
[ RYAN BLESSINGTON ]
27 years, male | Doctor, homosexual
mesomorph body type, soft chocolaty brown hair and honey brown eyes. charming and worry-wart. born in brunswick, maine but lives in dallas, texas. working to become a surgeon
[ LAURA ELLERY ]
twenty-seven, female | fight attendent, demisexual
ectomorph, brunette, brown. flirty and clever. from austin, texas. high school graduate with a flight attendant certification.
[ SOPHIA PRESTON ]
25, female | forensic scientist, heterosexual
mesomorph, brown hair, brown eyes. Adventurous and sarcastic. From Hendersonville, NC. Has a major is biology and minor in Spanish
[ ASHLEY ROWAN ]
22 years, female | waitress, heterosexual
ectomorph and mesomorph body type, light brown hair and green eyes. sassy and eager. lives in boulder, colorado. working to become an actress, but failing.
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Post by Lea on Aug 21, 2017 23:18:40 GMT -5
THE MEMBERS Stranded: LOTF Edition
[ Members: 3/10 ] | [ Characters: 6/20 ] hx of sx [ owner ] - Bren Abelard, Laura Ellery lemon ✩ [ member ] - Ryan Blessington, Ashley Rowan Ariat [ member ] - Emmett Adrian, Sophia Preston sn [ member ] - characters.
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Post by Lea on Aug 21, 2017 23:26:24 GMT -5
. & dou this is now open for joining ♥
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Post by . on Aug 21, 2017 23:31:30 GMT -5
(Great! I'll have my forms up soon.)
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Post by Lea on Aug 21, 2017 23:49:27 GMT -5
dou - great, they've been added. I'll have a starter up probably tomorrow, I'll get started on it now though.
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Post by Lea on Aug 22, 2017 0:56:13 GMT -5
Name: Bren Abelard Location: the Beach Time: 11:07:42.154, approx. ten minutes after crash
Bren could hardly believe that he was alive. He had been sold on the idea that he had crashed, broken every bone in his body, and died with those broken bones. I should be dead right now. He was prone to nightmares relating to this exact event and you could bet that he hated every second of this real life experience. His eyes explored the plane, he was afraid to move his neck, and wondered if anyone else was alive. After a few moments, it was clear that he was not the lone survivor and he relaxed his shoulders. On the count of three: one, two...he turned his head, grateful that he was not in pain and spoke, "Is everyone okay?"
Mumbles and groans of 'I'm fine' were his response. Bren looked down to assess his damages. He appeared to be fine. No apparent broken bones, he was just sore from the impact. Deciding he was okay, he unbuckled his belt and rose, looking around again. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a relieved sigh, there was a large number of survivors - from his half of the plane.
From where he stood, there were two halves of the plane, the back end and the front end - he was in the back end. He couldn't see into the front end very well from his spot but from the looks of it, it wasn't as intact. Inhaling deeply, he was met with the scent of smoke. Bren coughed, moving a hand to his mouth - because germs - and then spoke, "If you can move, it might be a good idea to pull yourself out of your seat and out of the plane. It smells as though the front end is on fire and fire spreads and I know I don't want to be here when it does." he reached for the over head compartment and opened it, pulling out a duffel bag. He threw it over his shoulder and looked around for an exit.
Lucky for those in the back end, it had landed on it's bottom, so nothing was on it's side. There was just garbage everywhere, and maybe three people truly impacted by the damages - those toward the front of the back had been so close to the broken end that they had received injuries. He felt bile rise in his throat at the sight of a young woman, who had unluckily been right on the split end and was very clearly not alive - she was wearing a flight attendant outfit. He wondered if the other two had survived.
There was a door in the back end, which Bren hurried toward and when he could not open it upon a first shove, had to put his entire body into it. When the door opened, his entire body ached - his shoulder especially. Climbing out, he walked a good fifteen feet from the plane to assess the damages. The front end was definitely on fire from the cockpit. The wings of the plane - where the engine was - were badly damaged, but not yet on fire. It was only a matter of time.
Bren dropped his duffel bag on the ground and rushed toward the front end. From the side he was on, he didn't see a door. He groaned, the plane was on it's side in the front - he had no idea how - and he was sure that there was a door on the other side - the side he couldn't get in. He sucked in a deep breath and looked to the split in the plane. With a groan, he sprint into the back of the plane, rushing past those trying to escape, and climbed the split end of the plane, cutting up his hands in the process. Fighting through the pain, he swung his legs into the front end and dropped to the ground.
"Yo, if you're alive, climb the heck out - but be careful and watch your hands or they'll get cut up." he spoke as he ran through the isle toward the flaming cockpit. He pried open the door, which another flight attendant had been fighting with moments before his arrival, but she quickly moved out of the way. Her name tag read Laura, "Laura, start gathering those alive but injured, I'll help you get them out in a minute." She nodded and turned to help the person nearest to her.
The cockpit door opened and he fell inside, looking around for a person. No one. What the -. there was no time to wonder about this, he told himself, and so he rushed out of the cockpit and moved to help Laura.
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Post by . on Aug 22, 2017 11:56:54 GMT -5
I've had a good life. I had friends. I loved my family. I got accepted into medical school. I even have the best dog ever, Rookie. Sam will take good care of Rookie when I don't come home. People around him were screaming and crying and praying, but Emmett found himself oddly calm as he thought about his life and how he had gotten to be on this plane at this exact moment. It was even a nice day. When the plane had taken off, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Emmett had relaxed into his seat with a book, put in his earplugs, and chewed on a piece of gum as the plane took off. He sipped a cup of sprite and munched on those little bags of peanuts that the flight attendants had handed out. Unlike some, he wasn't afraid for flying. He actually enjoyed it and hoped to get his pilots license once he was out of school.
You never know when you're going to die. It was a strange thought to be going through Emmett's mind as the plane plummeted downwards. Oddly, the man wasn't afraid. After all, a plane crash would hopefully be a quick and painless death. He knew there were plenty of worse ways to die. Amid the chaos and screaming, Emmett just stared out the window. Then everything went black.
When Emmett awoke, he took a second to clear his mind and settle himself. Where was he? On a plane. What just happened? He crashed. Was he alive? Well, based on the pain, it seemed as if he was. Once his mind was cleared, Emmett surveyed his body. If there were any injuries, especially serious ones, it was best to know right away instead of making them worse. Well, his head was a bit cloudy. It didn't seem like anything serious, but it wouldn't surprise Emmett if he had ended up with a minor concussion or something. Only time would tell. He moved his arms and hands slightly. His right side was fine, but his left shoulder was a little sore. It was something he could deal with. His torso seemed fine, minus the obvious pain from the crash. His legs seemed to work fine as well. Emmett made a mental note to take it easy with his shoulder and keep an eye on his head. In summary, things could've been a lot worse.
Emmett fiddled with his seatbelt for a minute or two. It had become damaged in the crash. He reached for his pocket before remembering he was on an airplane. He didn't have his pocket knife. Muttering under his breath, Emmett continued his fight with the seatbelt. It finally gave in, allowing him to step out of his seat. The man sitting next to him hadn't been in his seat when the plane crashed. The empty seat gave him plenty of room to carefully pull himself into the middle aisle.
Looking around, Emmett was unsure where to start. He knew some people were fine, some were injured, and some were dead. He figured that recognizing that was a good place to start. As he moves to check on a man in the row behind him, Emmett caught a glimpse of two people on the other half of the plane. He began walking in that direction, careful not to trip over anything littering the aisle.
"Hey!" Emmett called to the young man and woman. He coughed as he inhaled the smoke. They'd most likely have face masks on the plane, but he knew they didn't have that much time to waste. Emmett slowed from his jog to a walk and then to a stop when he reached the pair. His lungs burned from running through the smoke, but he just waved it off. He needed to help save as many people as they could.
"What do you guys need me to do?" he asked. He wasn't much of a leader, but Emmett excelled at staying calm in an emergency. He had always been a nervous child and, oddly, being in an emergency allowed him to focus on something other than his worries. "I'm a doctor," he added. He wasn't. He was still in medical school, but he didn't think that was important to mention right now. He could specify that later. The important was that between medical school and his EMT training, he felt confident enough to deal with some of the injuries. "Im Emmett, by the way." Yeah, introductions weren't that urgent, but whatever. The least Emmett could do was share his name with the others.
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Sophia hadn't had it as easy. She wasn't dead. That much was true. When the plane went down, she began to panic. She wasn't going to hide that fact. It was nothing to be ashasmed of. Most people probably panicked when they realized they were most likely diving towards their death. Being in the front half of the plane, she had experience an extremely rough landing. Lots of bouncing and flipping before the plane had finally come to a rest.
She stayed in her seat, sitting stiffly and refusing to move. Why? Not because she couldn't, but because she was afraid. She didn't want to try and move and realize she was paralyzed or had some kind of injury that would be life threatening out here. From the corner of her eye, she could see that the plane had landed on some kind of island. Just her luck. There wouldn't be a hospital or any kind of phone service around here. Not that the service part mattered. She could see her crushed phone from here. It was in the aisle, practically ripped in half. The screen had shattered into a million pieces and that almost physically hurt Sophia. She wasn't super connected to her phone like some people, but she had been proud of the fact that she'd never cracked a screen before when the majority of her friends walked around with cracks covering the glass screen of their iPhone.
It was then that Sophia noticed the flames and the stench of smoke. "Help!" she shouted, a sense of urgency kicking in as she struggled with her seatbelt. Her hands were shaking too much to undo the belt, but she noticed a sharp piece of glass a few feet away. Stretching, she was able to grab the glass. She gripped it tightly and began sawing through her belt. The fabric ripped with a satisfying sound and Sophia tossed the glass to the side where no one would step on it. It had left a small scratch on her hand, but she wiped the scratch on her shorts. It'd heal quickly. As she stood up, Sophia felt dizzy for a moment. She grabbed a seat to steady herself and only noticed the deep cut on her forehead when blood dripped onto her eyelid.
The smoke and flames inching closer fueled her escape. She could check herself for any other injuries in a moment. She could see the outside. Soft sand. Fresh air. Sophia saw a group of people but pushed past, stumbling a bit. When she reached the outside, her knee gave in and she did an ungraceful somersault into the sand. With a groan, she stayed down in the sand. She was out of the flame and considered herself safe for a moment. Her head was pounding. Her lungs were burning. Her entire body felt as if it had been squashed under a house. She needed to relax before she checked out her injuries.
A few minutes later, Sophia sat up and did a quick physical check on herself. Her head and lungs hurt, but she couldn't tell if it was just soreness from the crash or something else. She had a deep cut above her eye. The biggest problem with that once she stopped the bleeding would be mkaing sure it wasn't infected. Her neck and arms were fine. Besides a bunch of small cuts and bruises (but it would've been a miracle or escape without them), the only other thing that concerned her was her ankle. She had injured it during high school after a fall off of a horse. She had minor flare ups occasionally, but nothing a little ice and aspirin couldn't help. Now, though, it hurt to put any pressure on it and she was afraid to even look at it.
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Post by dou on Aug 22, 2017 12:14:42 GMT -5
Name: Ashley Rowan Location: The Beach Time: 11:07 Census: In pain, terrified The crash had left the short woman shocked and in a black haze. She had been sitting near the front- where the brunt of the crash had taken place. Pain soared through her leg, her eyes closing as she adjusted her glasses, attempting to make it so she could see through the smoke bursting through the entrance in front of her. Ashley's soft green eyes slowly opened, her eyebrows furrowing as she saw next to nothing. Like a vice, her leg seemed to be crushed by something. Her lungs screamed for clear air as she looked around frantically, spotting the man running back and forth, mumbling small things and telling people to get out.
She glanced down, looking for her leg. It was there, she could feel it. Oh could she feel it. The woman pulled her leg free, wincing slightly before she got to her feet which were in her usual boots. Ashley reached up and unlatched the top bunker, pulling out the small backpack that she had brought with her. She always brought it with her. The brown-haired woman began to limp her way out of the plane. That's when she noticed a large frame seemingly unconscious. Panic rushed through her veins as she ran up to the man and shook his shoulder. "E-excuse me? Sir, please! The plane- the plane has crashed! You need to get up!" she called to the man.
The man slowly opened his eyes, not focusing on Ashley, but past her. She grabbed his muscular arm and pulled at it. "Come on, please! Just- just follow me!" She pulled on him, trying to pull him to his feet. He stood, and she grabbed the bag that was next to him and tugged on his arm. "Just keep walking, sir," she told him. He stumbled, she limped. She glanced at the bag, noticing that it had his name on it.
Doctor Ryan Blessington.
Ashley nodded as she carried the two bags, her eyes closing as she felt the burning of smoke in her eyes and lungs. As they got to the exit, she jumped out and turned to the man, tugging on his arm. "Come on, sir," she said, and he made it down slowly, but surely. She coughed as the smoke struggled to get out of her lungs. Oh, please don't let anybody be dead, please, please...
She tuned to the man, looking him over before sitting him down and giving him the two bags. "Sir, are you hurt?" Ashley asked before watching him shake his head. He didn't look there At. All. Ashley stared around the beach- the island- that the plane had crashed on. She glanced around, staring at the scenery. "Ho-ly heck..." she mumbled, watching around as the sky seemed to be bright with very few clouds here and there.
Ashley felt a chill breeze come from the ocean they were beside, and she looked towards the ground, the sand rustling in the wind.
She shivered before bolting- as fast as she could due to the searing pain in her leg- back into the plane. She tried to help people out. She then saw the man whom had been running back and forth before, beside him, the mangled body of a woman. She felt terror coursing through her veins, her eyes wide as she stared at the dead woman. She looked back towards the man, her eyes wide as she struggled to find the words.
"S-sir, do you need any more help? Should I go back outsi-" she was interrupted by a strong bought of coughing due to the smoke swirling in her lungs. She continued. "Should I go back outside and check up on people?"
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