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Post by willowflower on Nov 24, 2016 16:58:48 GMT -5
-- Riandylan -- Belle and Chul Riandylan snapped to attention at the sharp command. "R-right!" They shuffled in one place in a panic for a few seconds, trying to figure out the best way to do it, before circling around to Chul's head and crouching to scoop their hands under the shoulders. There was still warmth. Even if he's passed on (they didn't even want to think of the possibility), moving his body out of the open would probably be the best thing to do. The feel of blood made them shudder. -- Mycle -- Belle Meanwhile, Mycle was looking over in the direction Belle ran off in, still puzzled as he watched the ridge, when he heard a faint call of his name. Concern darted through him. "Hey, it sounds like something's wrong," he said to Shafer and Oakley in a worried tone. ((gotta dash, probably will be back later ))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2016 17:05:00 GMT -5
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Nov 24, 2016 21:47:33 GMT -5
Oakley couldn't help but laugh at the two boys in front of her. The very flirtatious and affectionate playboy and the shy and awkward introvert...sounds very romantic. At least, it did to her. She chucked, her focus off the herbs at the moment, though she continued to count them up, one by one. She still tried to pay some attention to what each herb was, at least, to her memory. Yarrow, Chamomile, feverfew, daisies, poppy... While she was listening to the two beside her and kept her eyes on the herbs in front of her, it took her a few moments before she heard Belle's declaration. She rose her head and looked over in the direction. "What is it?" She heard Belle call on Mycle and glanced over at him, "You should definitely go see what's up. Is someone hurt?" She needed to hurry and set these herbs up, fast. They might come in handy, if she could figure out how to put them together and make medicine with them. She nudged Shafer. "Hey, help me set these up, alright?" She asked, eyes looking down on the herbs more determinedly now.
Mikel laughed as Ari stuck his tongue back at him. It was funny, that he could find someone else who did that, too. Most of the people got mad at him for doing that, especially his parents. They usually said it was "Childish". Pssht. Childish, wow. Yes, of course it was childish. It was supposed to be childish. That was practically his middle name. Or, at least, it used to be. He finished removing some of the rocks and twigs from his pack, and then started to set them all up to hand to the others. He wanted to get up and collect more, but he wasn't sure how stable his foot was at the moment. He'd wait for another few minutes before getting back up and looking for more. They'd definitely need it. "Yeah...it's really hot out here." He sighed, lying down on his back in the sand, looking up at the sky and trees above him. He noticed a few birds flying high above, calling a strange song down to them, and smiled. He always liked animals. Any animal, really. He was sure he could make some weird bird-monster for his game, along with the wolves. Or...he could make them into like, knights or some of the good, innocent creatures in his game. That would be cool...
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Post by willowflower on Nov 24, 2016 23:50:56 GMT -5
-- Mycle -- Belle, Oakley, and Shafer
Mycle had been looking over in the direction of Belle's voice, second-guessing himself and questioning if she had really called his name, but then the second yell had him scrambling to his feet, which would've knocked Shafer off his shoulder if he wasn't paying attention. "Sorry - c-coming!" He fumbled with his walking stick and looked over at Oakley. "Oh no, I hope not," he said as he hurried over as fast as he could. His breath caught in his throat when he saw Belle and Riandylan lifting someone off the ground. Blood - he instinctively averted his eyes, hand flying to his mouth. After steeling himself, he dared to look up at Belle. "What-what do you need?" he said meekly.
-- Ari -- Mikel
Ari grinned at Mikel's laugh and moved on with a handful of sticks and branches, jovial at the pleasant interaction. Then, as he trudged through the sand, he wished he had sunglasses. The sand was bursting with the sun's light, and it was blinding. He pretty much staggered to and fro with the sticks as he filled in the indents in the sand - or, rather, where he remembered where he sketched out the first letter. Sand easily slid and rolled out of place. "Isn't it though?" he said as he went to gather more stuff. "I hope that means it won't get too cold at night. Then again, with the ocean right there, who knows." He tilted his head at the sight of Mikel just laying on his back, probably getting the full blast of the sun's rays. The guy seemed lost in thought. So, of course, Ari decided to butt in. "What are you thinking about?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2016 0:03:10 GMT -5
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Post by willowflower on Nov 25, 2016 0:55:29 GMT -5
-- Mycle -- Belle, Larry
Mycle had no idea where to start, but he nodded anyway and turned to scour the terrain for ideas. How do I get up a shelter, and fast? he wondered wildly. Maybe if I get some large branches from the woods... if only we had a tarp or a blanket... maybe my sweater can work? Or... He hurried over to the edge of the forest, looking up at the trees. If only I had some rope or something - wait - could I use my sweater for that...? With an idea in mind, he set to work, dragging a long branch over to a sturdy looking tree on the edge, so that Belle and Riandylan wouldn't have to go very far, and lashed the end to the trunk with his sweater, double-knotting the sleeves and bracing his knee against the trunk for balance. He then set to leaning long-enough branches against the initial branch, planning that it wouldn't take too long and the angle would keep the area shaded. He placed them close enough together so that when he scooped up dead leaves and foliage and laid them on top they wouldn't slip through, instead acting as a makeshift blanket over the gaps in the skeleton. Mycle worked as fast as he could, stumbling more than once, and by the time he finished packing in the roof he realized he probably should've gone to find the doctor first, which would've taken a lot less time. After facepalming and scolding himself, he waved Belle and Riandylan over to the lean-to before hurrying off to find a doctor. By the time he began that his legs were burning. He was hoping to find Larry, but if he couldn't he decided to go get Lindy.
((this is a little ridiculous, bc i was trying to research temp shelters that take less time and im like ahhh, so sorry if this isn't wut u had in mind Gumball ^.^''))
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Post by Jack on Nov 25, 2016 17:52:40 GMT -5
(I. AM. ALIVE! But barely, caus I'm on crappy mobile. I heard that somebody needed a doctor?)
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Post by yᴀɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ☼ on Nov 25, 2016 17:55:00 GMT -5
Sorry I've been gone I just can't keep up. Hope the rp is going well! ))
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Post by willowflower on Nov 25, 2016 18:10:08 GMT -5
((Hiya! Yeah, someone's at death's doorstep it's ok anakin! there's always room to jump in c:))
-- Mycle -- Larry
Mycle caught sight of Larry and hurried over to him relieved. "Um," he said softly as he slowed behind him, noticing Larry's shambling movements, "um, sorry to bother you, but, I think someone needs your help..."
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Post by Jack on Nov 25, 2016 18:43:01 GMT -5
"Someone usually is, statistically speaking" said Larry. "Uh, I'm sorry, but I can't see things very clearly at the moment" he said, then he fell over. "Or walk, thats probably more important right now. I'm going to need your assistance" he said as he spat globs of something out of his mouth
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Post by Tals on Nov 27, 2016 21:36:31 GMT -5
Sorry to see you go Anakin!
Alessandra looked at Belle, instinctively growing protective of Chul as she hid his cooling frame to her smaller body. "No you cant take him away.. He's dead," she told them seriously. There was a rather faint trace of his pulse, but it without medical treatment within a hospital, there would be no way for his survival. She stared at them, her lips trembling in the slightest then as she turned to stare down at the soft features he held. His lips were barely parted, and painted with different strokes of the crimson liquid, and his white sweatshirt was stained with the same color.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 21:47:01 GMT -5
Belle listened to Alessandra as she spoke, but her head shot up to look at her. Her eyes were wide, "No one is dying under my watch. I'm not getting blood all over myself just for the heck of it." She narrowed her eyes at her, determination giving them a spark, especially in her odd eye. The one that was half blue. It was a genetic mutation, and only came up once every three generations. She looked down at her hands, and then back up at her. "What. Happend." It wasn't much of a question, almost like a command for her to tell Belle.
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Post by Tals on Nov 27, 2016 22:40:12 GMT -5
Alessandra glared at Belle for one long moment. They sure didn't understand did they? "I don't know. I was out to grab some items to build a fire when Chul did this to himself," she told her seriously. The glint in her eye stated she was telling the truth, but indeed she was ticked Belle didn't listen. "Youre not even listening. It doesn't matter if you don't want him dying on your watch. The wrong pretense of your sentence is that he's already dead. You would need a hospital at this point to even get the hope of his wound stitched up and blood given to him." Her voice was icy and cruel. There was no joking around for her at this point.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 22:59:51 GMT -5
Alright, time to get the message striaght. She needed to understand one way or another. "There is always hope. If there isn't, don't you think we all would be dead by now? But you seem so set on him being proclaimed dead, why don't you take my gun and shoot him yourself? He'll sure as hell be dead after that." If Belle didn't hear her, it wasn't her fault. When you have chaos surrounding you, what do you expect? The most level headed people to be there to figure out something and listen to every single person? Not possible. Belle wasn't completely level headed, but she wasn't stupid either.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Nov 27, 2016 23:54:31 GMT -5
-- Mycle -- Belle, Oakley, and Shafer Mycle had been looking over in the direction of Belle's voice, second-guessing himself and questioning if she had really called his name, but then the second yell had him scrambling to his feet, which would've knocked Shafer off his shoulder if he wasn't paying attention. "Sorry - c-coming!" He fumbled with his walking stick and looked over at Oakley. "Oh no, I hope not," he said as he hurried over as fast as he could. His breath caught in his throat when he saw Belle and Riandylan lifting someone off the ground. Blood - he instinctively averted his eyes, hand flying to his mouth. After steeling himself, he dared to look up at Belle. "What-what do you need?" he said meekly. -- Ari -- Mikel Ari grinned at Mikel's laugh and moved on with a handful of sticks and branches, jovial at the pleasant interaction. Then, as he trudged through the sand, he wished he had sunglasses. The sand was bursting with the sun's light, and it was blinding. He pretty much staggered to and fro with the sticks as he filled in the indents in the sand - or, rather, where he remembered where he sketched out the first letter. Sand easily slid and rolled out of place. "Isn't it though?" he said as he went to gather more stuff. "I hope that means it won't get too cold at night. Then again, with the ocean right there, who knows." He tilted his head at the sight of Mikel just laying on his back, probably getting the full blast of the sun's rays. The guy seemed lost in thought. So, of course, Ari decided to butt in. "What are you thinking about?" (hey you guys!! sorry i haven't been on. work and work and work...plus school. bleh. how is everyone? my allergies are killing me ugghhhhh Dx ) Oakley noticed Mycle's reaction and started to quicken her pace on making some herbs to help. Hm...let's see. Is there anything for blood loss? We could always use something...ugh, what could we use? Ah! For wounds, of course. And...we could use this to clean up. Maybe we could use this for pain? What happened to this person? She was lost in her own world of decifering herbs and picking some out and adding to a pile to bring to Belle and Mycle. She was talking to herself as well, thoughts away from Shafer who was beside her. Mikel laid in a calm peace, the hot sun warming his face and arms. It was really hot, but it was also very...relaxing. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't feel like leaving this spot soon. He was still thinking about the bird creatures in his game and what kind of wings he should give them--should they be bone? or maybe they could be covered by flesh and thorns--when he heard Ari's voice, breaking through his thoughts. He opened his eyes, not realizing he had closed them in the first place, and looked over at where Ari was at. He smiled, "Oh...well, I was just thinking about some designs for this game I was going to make. Well, design the game art of, anyway. Those birds...they could be cool creatures in the game..." He was still thinking of the creatures as he talked, words lost to thought. "It'd be cool if I gave them goggles and headpieces made of scrap medal and engine parts...they could totally be steampunk related..." His eyes were staring at the ocean behind Ari's figure, lost in thought.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 23:57:29 GMT -5
{Yo dawg}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Nov 27, 2016 23:59:38 GMT -5
(hey xD what's up?)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 0:00:45 GMT -5
{praying that tomorrow isn't monday}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Nov 28, 2016 0:05:40 GMT -5
(same. i hate mondays. Dx though, thankfully, tomorrow happens to be my "off" day from work. So, i'm okay with it, i guess. i still gotta go to class, though.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 0:07:36 GMT -5
{I don't work, unless you count school lol. I still have another couple years before I'm able to work legally}
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Post by willowflower on Dec 8, 2016 0:37:58 GMT -5
((Hiiii, so sorry i wasn't on for so long, finals are death, bleh))
-- Mycle -- Larry
Mycle yelped in horror as red goop toppled from Larry's mouth. It took him a moment to register Larry's words, and then he was stammering, "O-oh, of course!" He grabbed his walking stick and hurried over to Larry's side, hesitating, unsure how to do this. Maybe if he had his crutches he'd be able to have the balance to carry some of the weight of another person, but with just one stick? "Do - um, do you think this will help?" he said, holding up his stick. "Or -or maybe another one, if it's too short? S-sorry, I - I have... my legs don't work," he said rather lamely. He's a doctor, he'd understand what cerebral palsy is! he scolded himself, but one scared part of him wanted to keep his condition as unspecified as possible. "And, and, um, do you need medicine? You don't seem..." You don't seem like you're in a state to take care of someone else. Mycle bit his lip, waiting for Larry's response.
-- Ari -- Mikel
Ari's eyes widened in interest. "You make games? Neat!" He sat down by Mikel's side to talk to him easier. "Though, honestly, goggles and scrap metal can make anything look cool." He looked over at Mikel's face, his shadow slightly blocking the other from the sun. A little. Just barely. "What's the game about?"
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Post by Jack on Dec 8, 2016 8:17:34 GMT -5
(I feel you, Finals suck)
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Post by Ace on Dec 10, 2016 19:25:31 GMT -5
Ahh I'm here for today and tomorrow, I'm not sure how available I'll be during the week. But for now I'm like. Good.))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 20:00:37 GMT -5
{Hey fam. What are you up to? I'm eating Ramen:P }
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Post by Ace on Dec 10, 2016 20:02:42 GMT -5
Making white fish with a few stray vegetables ^^ I just finished my theory exam and I'm still winding down. How've you been?))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 20:29:05 GMT -5
{Wow that sounds a lot better than Ramen lol. I've been good, and procrastinating a Spanish project. A part of it is singing a Christmas song in Spanish in front of the class and I am nervous as hell. My voice sounds like a hyperventilating walrus with asthma}
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Post by Ace on Dec 10, 2016 20:39:59 GMT -5
I would throw the biggest fit if I had to sing for marks, like I would make such a thing of it. But then again it's just fun to rebel against my Spanish teacher because he's a little bit of an idiot.))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 20:58:24 GMT -5
{It's an extra credit project, but I need it. I'm close to failing that class}
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Post by Ace on Dec 10, 2016 21:00:32 GMT -5
Jeez. My teacher really doesn't care so I don't show up half the time and my grade's still in the 90's.))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 21:08:58 GMT -5
{Lucky. I'm just bad at Spanish. My mom is Mexican and can fluent Spanish (but only talks to me in english) and says I should have a high grade in that class because I'm half Mexican. :/}
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