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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2019 22:17:42 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
The stroke of shaking hands through her hair caught her off guard at first. Here, in the middle of a plane crash, arms wrapped around a man she had just met, Cecily felt the need to laugh at the absurdity of the action. It was so commonplace, so normal that it felt like a parody. But it also one of the only comforts she was being offered at the moment so she let it happen. The rhythm of his hands down her hair soothed her as she listened to Felice.
Cecily forced a calming breath in through her nose and out her mouth and nodded. She kept her grip on the man in order to stabilize him, "Can you... can you crawl? Felice is right. The lower we are the better. If you can't, we just need to go. Right now."
They couldn't wait any longer. Cecily's voice was beginning to grit up and scratch on her tongue. Not to mention that hearing anything was becoming increasingly difficult over the ringing. She couldn't see, she could barely hear, and she could barely walk without feeling the need to spill her guts on the floor. Everything pointed to trauma... but then everyone had injuries that pointed to trauma.
Her symptoms could wait. She just didn't know how long.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 17, 2019 23:24:31 GMT -5
(Whoop I’m back! Did I miss anything?)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 17, 2019 23:55:28 GMT -5
(still trying to get everyone off the plane haha)
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 19, 2019 11:28:35 GMT -5
( Is everyone just waiting on us now? Should I just do a sum-up post of Felice buggering out of the crashed plane and let everyone else do that too? There's four of us doing this part of rp, and considering the frequency of our replies we'll be a hindrance to the plot. )
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 20, 2019 0:33:17 GMT -5
(sure that's fine! sorry, I'm super busy rn and am not able to post as much as I'd like to. But I'll go ahead and make the executive decision to go ahead and yeet everyone off the plane)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 20, 2019 20:35:37 GMT -5
When she finally came to, Miller wasn't sure how long it had been since the plane crash. What she was sure of, though, was that she had a massive headache. Carefully, she pushed herself up into a seated position, and let out a small gasp of pain as she felt shooting pain up her leg that was so strong it brought tears to her eyes. Forcing herself to stay strong, she brushed some of the sand off of herself and looked around, noticing that she was seated near some of the others who were also clearly injured themselves. Voice quaking, she asked, "H-how long has it been?" She could see the plane further down the beach. Well, what was left of it anyway. From what she could see, it looked like there had been an explosion, and even less of the plane was left than before. Making herself look away, she added, "Did anyone else..." she was going to ask if anyone else had died. But she didn't want to know the answer.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 20, 2019 20:44:28 GMT -5
With the help of Edge and Magic--seriously, what kind of names were these?--they managed to get most of the luggage and people off the plane. But just as he was about to go back for the last few things, a loud crash stopped him from going back in. Holding out his hand to let the others know to stop, his eyes widened as suddenly the plane lit up in an exploding flame. "Get back!" He yelled, scrambling backwards towards the treeline as the scorching heat from the flames shot out. Luckily, no one was inside by the time the plane collapsed into a heap of flames, but as Reuben watched, he couldn't help but feel like his hopes of leaving this damned island were going up in flames too.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 21, 2019 1:26:19 GMT -5
Mylo Evans ~ * ~ * ~ By the time everything salvageable was off the plane, Edge stood by the tree line between Magic and Reuben. He was bent over, hands braced on his knees and breathing hard. His leg was aching like a bitch, but it wasn't as bad as he knew it could have been.
He looked from Reuben, staring rather despondently back toward the blown up plane, to Magic, who was leaning against a nearby tree, clutching his side and looking a little pale. For some reason, the sight of the two of then made him want to laugh, though he wasn't sure what was funny.
With a low groan, he straightened to his full height and carefully shifted his weight. “At least it waited until everyone and the luggage was off before going boom,” he commented in an attempt to shed some humour. It fell flat and he knew it, but as far as he was concerned, you couldn't blame a guy for trying.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2019 0:08:20 GMT -5
Hey!! I just got back in town a few hour ago! Things should slow down drastically so I’ll respond tomorrow!!)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2019 0:14:35 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
The tear that rolled down her face was hot. Cecily shallowed thickly as she watched the plane smolder. The explosion hadn’t been huge, but it had broken something in her. Her back aches from were she rested against a tree, a hand wrapped around some cloth pressed against the wound on her head. The heat from the plane should have kept her warm and yet her bare midriff turned to goose flesh.
The plane was burning down. The boy and her had barely made it off with Felice in tow. Most of the supplies... gone. There chances of salvaging any first aid supplies... gone. She squeezed her eyes shut as her head pounded and pounded and pounded. The ringing remained constant and ever louder. Cecily felt her lip quiver.
She knew it meant she was risking percent hearing loss. She knew that the trauma to her head was more than superficial. The bleeding had basically stopped in the surface, but Cecily knew the risks.
Cecily looked around at the rag tag group of survivors, hot tears slipping wordlessly down her cheeks. She needed to help someone. Do something useful before she broke down completely. She didn’t want to dwell on the reality of their situation. So she stood slowly and started to pursue the people that had made it. The boy she has freed had vomited up what little food they had. She felt pity and understanding wash over her for him. The nausea had threatened her as well, but somehow she had managed to keep it at bay. Looking for injuries, she quickly spotted Miller. Cecily made her way over.
“About an hour... Can I look at your wound?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2019 18:41:22 GMT -5
I’m good!!! How are you doing? )
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2019 19:48:35 GMT -5
Oh what were you reading?)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2019 20:08:52 GMT -5
Oh I’ve been meaning to read that series. XD I have the first book, I just never got around to reading it.)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2019 20:09:13 GMT -5
Also, I can move Cecily if you were wanting to do!)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2019 20:13:23 GMT -5
Hey Leo!! Dang, maybe I need to get off my butt and read this series!)
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