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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 7:27:56 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy βAlea iacta est...β
βΌβΌ βΌ βΌβΌ
What she was about to do went everything she had ever been taught. The girl could bleed out if she was to pull the metal out; Cecily could do more damage in the process, hindering her from ever walking right again. But as the smoke built up and the heat of the growing fire from the back of the plane rose, she knew logically that it was either leave her here to die or somehow get her out of the plane. Carrying her out wasnβt an option. The Med student was much to small and everyone else was in such a sorry state -
No, this was the only option. It was an horrible option, but it was the option. She looked past the girl to see the boy Miller spoke of. She did a mental inventory of his injuries. Large laceration on the scull. Bleeding and dilated pupils. Most likely severe head trauma. Cecily felt her own head throb around the persistent ringing. As she positioned herself to help the patient in front of her, she called out to the boy, βDonβt move! Iβm coming for you in just a second, ok? Just donβt move until then.β
Cecily gritted her teeth and leaned in so she could see the wound as best as she could. With the girls shirt in hand, she readied herself for the extraction process, βOk Miller, deep breaths. Iβm going to start on 3. You ready?β
Cause Iβm not.
Cecily wrapped on end of the girlβs shirt around her hands and gripped the metal. The last thing she needed was to slice open her own hands trying to remove the metal, βOne, two, three!β She gave a groan and slow, controlled pull.
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Post by Redfleck on May 29, 2019 8:07:00 GMT -5
Sorry I'm so late in getting this up. I won't hold back plot in the future.
Felice Marie BrendelLocation: crashing/crashed plane | Status: shocked | With: n/aFelice had a great time just bonding with Cecily. Just talking about their majors and school experiences was enough for a few hours. Later, some turbulence began to rock the plane, but it was nothing she felt worried about. It was slight and to be expected of most plane rides. Especially since this plane was heading down to the Equator, the temperature change probably had something to do with it. She grinned upon having that thought, partly proud and also a bit amused at herself. The grin didn't remain for long on her face, however, because only a couple minutes later larger vibrations began to rock the plane. Someone had fallen out of their seat. Felice suddenly had a headache. Her ears were sore. She tried to yawn, to depressurize her skullβwhich should've revealed to her what was happening at the moment, but it was all going too fast for Felice to realize they were crashing. Only when the oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling did the girl's eyes widen in understanding. Quickly, she fastened the mask on herself. Breathe in. Breathe out. Calmly, just like that, she told herself while surveying the pandemonium on the plane. Some were screaming, crying. Felice had stepped into a new world, only for it to crash and burn around her. Just look at those faces of absolute desperation and fear. She tried to remember the last time she checked the plane's map. What did the altitude measure to? Were they going to die? Maybe she should assume the worst. A second after she thought of it, she dismissed it. It was too late to think. Felice would need minutes when seconds mattered. Knowing this, there wasn't anything more she could do except save her dignity as she, and the rest of the plane, met an uncertain fate. Breathe in. Breathe out. Calmly, just like that.- β - β - β - Felice could hardly believe herself when she woke up, still inside the airplane. It was ruined and likely dangerous to remain inside, but reason wasn't governing her actions when she was just getting back her consciousness. Where am Iβ¦? Eyelids and limbs heavy, she could only move with great difficulty so she stuck to just looking around. It was just debris. A whole plane turned to scrap metal. But no one was thereβ¦ So this was a dream, or they had just left without her. She tried to rip a piece of metal with her mind, and just got more lightheaded as a result. So this was real. It was really happening. You idiot. You're in a crashed plane and you should leave. Get a move on! She tried to stand but something was holding her in place. Oh, right. Seatbelt. She fumbled with the hinge until she got it working, then reached for her phone in her pocket. The screen was cracked. That was fine, but then she couldn't turn it on. Crap. No contact? Whatever, I bet there wasn't even any signal here to begin with. Next, she reached for the snack pack beneath her seat. To her surprise, it was still there and mostly unharmed. The crackers were just bags of crumbs now, but she had sustenance and that was enough. Now it was time to leave. When Felice had stood, she felt a wave of dizziness overtake her, knocking her down. Like I'm not injured enoughβ¦ To make matters worse, a few strands of brown curly hair tangled itself on a piece of plane as she impacted the ground, so as she attempted to crawl forwards, there was a sharp tugging at her head that wouldn't be explained by a headache. Screw this, Felice thought, grabbing a piece of ripped soda can. She had wanted to get her hair trimmed a while back. Maybe this was the time. Broken phone, crushed granola bars and saltines in her hand, Felice crawled out of the ripped front part of the plane.
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on May 29, 2019 12:14:29 GMT -5
Mylo Evans ~ * ~ * ~ When Reuben didn't answer, Edge let out a string of curses. He sat still for a moment, glaring at the back of Reuben's seat and trying to ignore the ache radiating from his whole right half. After a minute, he cast a look around, being careful not to strain his right side. There should have been twelve other students on this plane, plus the host guy and the pilot. Edge only saw six other students. The first he noticed was the girl who was crawling out the front of the plane - a front, he noticed, that was mostly gone. Then he saw the group around the girl with the metal shard sticking out of her leg - ouch. There was another girl tending to her, two more standing watch beside, and a guy who seemed stuck in his seat nearby. He didn't recognize any of them, and there were still six other students missing - including Reuben and Perri.
Then Edge noticed the tail of the plane, which was there but barely. It was also smoking... a lot. Mierda. Please tell me the plane's engine is not on fire. Didn't flaming engines usually explode? Or was that only in movies? And was the plane's engine even in the back? Edge didn't know, and he found that scarier than if he did.
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on May 29, 2019 21:44:15 GMT -5
After hearing--and seeing--Perri's list of injuries, Reuben moved to help her walk, putting an arm around her waist as he stood on the side of her weak leg. "Yes, we do," he said in response to her stating they needed to find their other friend. "Shit, I think he's still on the plane. Here, you stay here, and I'll go get him." Helping Perri to a spot where she could sit down, away from the plane's flames and smoke, Reuben rushed back to the plane. Edge was still in his seat, just a few rows away from where the front of the plane had been ripped off. "It's alright man, I've got you," he said as he bent down. Seeing the manβs leg stuck unnaturally under neath the seat in front of him, Reuben hesitated. Looking back up at Edge, he said, βAlright, this is gonna hurt like hell. But we gotta get you out of here.β Straightening, he rammed the seat in front of Edge, using his football training to put enough momentum in the movement to push the seat up, enough to where he could pry Edgeβs leg out. Then, he began helping him stand up. Glancing behind him at the others, he said, "I'll be right back if you need help," before assisting Edge off the plane. Seeing a girl who had just crawled off, he paused. He didn't know her name, but she looked better off than some of the others. "Are you alright?" He asked, as he walked Edge to where Perri was sitting.
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on May 29, 2019 22:05:00 GMT -5
Psst, Elo... Edge's leg is stuck. That's why he's still on the plane. xD
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on May 29, 2019 22:42:47 GMT -5
(ahh sorry, fixed it XD)
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on May 29, 2019 22:46:26 GMT -5
No worries. I mentioned the stuck leg in my first Edge post, which is a page back in case you missed it. xD
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on May 29, 2019 23:08:48 GMT -5
Mylo Evans ~ * ~ * ~ Edge was startled when he heard Reuben's voice, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of relief. Not just because he could help, but because Edge had been worried he was hurt or worse. He actually looked to be in pretty good condition, considering. "Gracias a Dios," he muttered as Reuben approached. He started to ask where he'd been, but stopped when Reuben jumped right to freeing his leg. He wasn't about to complain.
Reuben was right - his moving the chair like that hurt like a hijo de puta. He pulled his leg out from under the chair anyway, and was relieved when the pain, while it didn't lessen, stopped pulsing as if it had a heart of its own. He was pretty sure it wasn't broken, but he let Reuben help as if it was, just in case.
At Reuben's question, Edge snorted. "Dude. What part of any of this screams 'alright'?" He knew that was an asshole thing to say, but he always got mean when he was hurting, like a cornered animal. "Sorry, ese," he said after a pause. "I'm as alright as can be expected. Thanks for the help. Mucho gracias."
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on May 30, 2019 1:01:06 GMT -5
(ahh whoops should have made that more clear, the "are you alright" was geared towards the crawling girl lmao)
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on May 30, 2019 1:05:16 GMT -5
As she felt the sharp metal tear through her calf muscles and sinew, Miller leaned her head back and screamed, her hands gripping the seat's arm holders so tightly they were turning white. The pain she felt as the metal was removed, combined with the throbbing of her head was too much to bear, and just as she was about to say something to the girl who was helping her, she passed out, slumped heavily in her seat as her head rolled to one side, and her face was drained of all color.
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on May 30, 2019 1:14:46 GMT -5
Shh, he's not paying that much attention. xD
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on May 30, 2019 1:23:04 GMT -5
Annoyance appeared on Reuben's face at Edge's comment. "Number one, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to her," He said, jutting his finger in the direction of the small, curly headed girl. "And number two, obviously you aren't alright. I just pulled your leg out from beneath a f***ing seat, and you can hardly walk." Bending down so he was at eye level with Perri, Reuben went to touch her arm gently. "That will need a sling," he said simply. He had seen several of his teammates get carted off the field with broken limbs. Letting them hang loose like that was never a good idea. Grabbing his shirt behind his neck, he pulled it over his head and kneeled down in front of Perri. Gently, but firmly, he began to fasten a sling out of the button down, tying it around Perri's neck before helping her settle her arm inside. "How does that feel?"
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 30, 2019 1:46:46 GMT -5
(Iβll get a reply up soon )
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on May 30, 2019 2:13:38 GMT -5
She had appreciated the support from Reuben as he helped her walk with her bad leg over to an area where she could sit, and she was quickly able to thank him before he rushed off to find Edge.
The girl didnβt have to wait long before she saw Reuben approaching with another figure - Edge.
As Reuben approached with Edge, she could hear Edge snapping at Reuben, and then Reuben apparently doing the same in return. Great, there was already a little bit of friction there. She held up her free arm to try and calm the boys down and quiet them.
βGuys?β Perri said βI know that weβve just been in a plane crash and everyoneβs stressed, but weβve also just been in a plane crash and nobody wants to deal with the arguing. Everybody had good intentions, itβs all fine, letβs just try to get along.β
Now, normally Perri wouldnβt want to accept help, being a fiercely independent girl, but since she had a broken arm itβd be rather difficult for her to put it in a sling without hurting herself and she had already let Reuben help her over here. And so, though it hurt when he touched her arm and moved it to go into his makeshift sling, she just gritted her teeth and let him help.
βIt feels better, thanks,β she said with a small grateful smile, before adding βif you want I can help you go and find the others, though to be fair I donβt know if Iβd be much help.β
She could just about walk on her bad leg, it just really hurt a lot, so in theory she could go with him. But with her broken arm she wasnβt sure sheβd be any good at actually helping people
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on May 30, 2019 2:14:08 GMT -5
Mylo Evans ~ * ~ * ~ Edge followed Reuben's gesture to the unknown girl - whom he'd noticed earlier but had somehow missed just now - and made a face. "Whatever," he muttered. Clearly, Edge wasn't the only one who got testy when he was hurt or frightened. He stood a few paces behind Reuben as the other man helped Perri, balancing on one leg and putting as little weight of his right leg as possible. He watched Reuben make a makeshift sling, then let his gave wander around, trying to find those missing six students. Wait, four. He'd found Reuben and Perri, so adding them to the four in the plane with the girl with metal in her leg - although by the sounds coming from that direction, it wasn't in her leg anymore - plus the crawling girl and himself, the count was at nine. Edge wasn't really sure why it was so important for him to find and count everyone, but for some reason it helped keep him calm. So he didn't question it, he just cast his gaze around in search of the missing four.
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Post by Redfleck on May 30, 2019 3:40:10 GMT -5
Hold up, Felice has also just woken up inside the plane. Should she be seeing Reuben and Edge with her?
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on May 30, 2019 9:54:44 GMT -5
(Reuben and edge were sitting near the front of the plane, and in the last part of your post, you said Felice was crawling out of the front. I figured by the time Reuben got edge unstuck and out of the plane, she would have made it out too since she wasnβt trapped)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 10:05:28 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy βAlea iacta est...β
βΌβΌ βΌ βΌβΌ
The metal pulled free with no snagged or grips to the lacerated muscle. Cecilyβs hands shook as she set it down. Quickly, she shoved the shirt into and around the wound. The blood flow hadnβt been cut off as well as she would have liked, but she didnβt think the woman would bleed out if she could only get it under control. Blood started to leak through but at an acceptable rate. As long as it was jostled or ripped further, it would last until Cecily could get another look at it.
She looked up after the screaming stopped, noticing that the girl had passed out form the pain. Good. With no pain killers to offer, unconsciousness was the only relief Cecily could give. Of course, she she didnβt wake up, then they had a huge problem. They would cross that bridge when they came to it.
The woman pushed the piece of metal under one of the mangled chairs and stood up. The ringing in her head crescendoed. She gripped the back of the chair in front of her and yelled as loud as she could, βI need some help over here.β
Now that Miller was unconscious, she would need to be transported off the plane. Cecily was in no position to do it.
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 2, 2019 14:13:35 GMT -5
Felice Marie BrendelLocation: on crashed plane | Status: injured | With: n/a"I need some help over here," came a voice from someplace else in the plane.
It was muffled, as if it came from far away. Those peopleβno, was that Cecily's voice?βwere still inside the plane and clearly needed someone to help them. Felice thought about herself first. Was she really in any shape to help someone? The crash hadn't broken any bones, fortunately, but it had impaired her sense of balance and had severely bruised and cut parts of her body. Her clothes were in tatters.
So, guess I'm good, Felice concluded. She was going to help Cecily out. They were friends, anyway. It would've been expected. She called out loudly, "Hello! Whoever needs help, where are you?"
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Jun 2, 2019 21:44:22 GMT -5
Magic Rising ~ * ~ * ~ Magic wasn't sure how long he sat in the sand, listening to the wind and waves, and avoiding the stick in his side. But eventually he acknowledged that it had to be dealt with; he just wished he wasn't the one who had to do it. He wasn't exactly squeamish around blood and wounds, but he hated seeing them, especially on other people. Usually looking at his own injuries and blood wasn't so difficult, but then again, usually his injuries didn't include a stick protruding from his body after a damn plane crash.
With a deep breath, he quieted his thoughts as best he could and looked down, taking in the situation in full for the first time. The stick wasn't too thick - it was about the width of two fingers close together - and was lacking bark. Which, he thought, was probably a good thing. Getting splinters stuck in his body when rescue would take lord knows how long was definitely not a good idea. He would likely still need to worry about infection, though; he doubted this beach was sanitary. The stick was sort of Y-shaped, but a lopsided Y; the shortest part was what he had somehow impaled himself on. At least... it looked like the shorter part. Considering some of it was inside his body, he really couldn't be sure.
Magic closed his eyes and forced himself to stop thinking about just how much of that stick might be inside him. He repressed a shudder - that would hurt like hell - and slowly opened his eyes again. Taking another deep breath, he carefully took hold of the stick as close to his side as he could. Despite his best efforts, he flinched when his grip jarred the stick. He sat still for a moment, concentrating on breathing evenly. Then, without giving himself a chance to chicken out, he yanked as hard as he could.
The stick came out without resistance, but there was a noise that sounded suspiciously like ripping flesh. It hurt like it, too. But, somehow, Magic kept from calling out in pain. His whole body shook like a leaf, though. He dropped the stick in the sand beside him and quickly put his hand to his side to staunch the blood that was now flowing freely from the wound. That brought a hiss of pain from him, but he didn't lessen his grip.
Concentrating on breathing again, Magic looked around, surveying his surroundings for the first time. He was on a beach, which he'd already figured, a few feet up from the crashing waves. To his left was open beach, clean and pristine and devoid of life; to his right was blood, carnage, and pain. In other words, the plane - or what was left of it - and it's scattered passengers. It was a good distance away, though, making Magic wonder how the heck he ended up way over here.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2019 23:35:43 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy βAlea iacta est...β
βΌβΌ βΌ βΌβΌ
Above the ringing and above the roar, Cecily heard another voice. She turned her head, vision still blurring. It was worse at far odd images; she squinted and tried to remember who it was based on sound alone. Was that... Felice? Cecily wasn't sure why she felt like crying at the knowledge that the girl she had just spent almost eight hours with was alive. Alive. Some had not been so fortunate, "Felice, over here! Near the back!"
The girl moved around Miller. She propped her head up so she could breath better. The other boy hadn't moved like she asked him to; some others were leaving the plane at rapid speed. Cecily gave a shuddering cough, bringing her hand to her mouth. Even through the fuzzy sight, she saw that it came away red. She stared at it for a moment before wiping it on her pant leg. It mixed with the existing stains from Miller.
"Felice, I need to you help take Miller out of here. She's unconscious and badly injured. I'm going to - " Cecily's body racked with a cough, "I'm going to help some of the others."
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on Jun 5, 2019 0:27:47 GMT -5
Reuben considered her offer, but turned her down. "Sorry Per, but I think you need to stay here unless we are in desperate need of help. You are just too hurt. Same goes for you, Edge. Sit down." He said, giving her a sympathetic smile, while using a slightly firmer voice for the other man. He was about to suggest something else they could do while he went and helped the others when he spotted another guy not too far down the beach, who appeared to be injured as well. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go help him," he said, before jogging towards the dark haired man. "Hey man, do you need--holy shit," he said in surprise when he saw the guy's bloodstained hand that was covering up a wound on his side. "Dude, you're gonna need to bandage that. One second," he said, before taking off his button down and biting down on it so he could rip it. once he had a couple strips the right length, he said, "Sit up," and began wrapping it around the stranger's waist. "Want me to help you back to the rest of the group?" he asked. He wasn't about to carry some other guy like a damsel in distress, but he was willing to help him walk back.
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on Jun 5, 2019 0:33:35 GMT -5
Miller woke up to someone shaking her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking from the pain in her leg. "It hurts..." she murmured, the color having drained almost completely from her face. But finally, opening her eyes to try and focus on the guy who was standing over her, she responded, "But I'm alive." Although, she wouldn't be for longer if she couldn't get out of this plane. Her lungs felt like they were on fire because of the smoke, and she desperately longed for fresh air, although she had no way of getting there herself.
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Jun 5, 2019 15:41:26 GMT -5
Mylo Evans ~ * ~ * ~ Edge would have been perfectly fine doing just that, but his very nature chaffed at the way Reuben ordered him to sit down. It brought out his inner rebel - which really wasn't that far "in" to begin with - and made him want to do the exact opposite of what he'd been told. There wasn't anywhere to sit anyway, and he wasn't sure he could lower himself unassisted to the ground. He didn't want to ask for help to do so, so he just remained standing.
He followed Reuben's gaze across the beach to the young man sitting in the sand. He was tempted to go with Reuben and help, but he didn't know if his leg would bear his weight. So while Reuben set off to help, Edge carefully put a bit of weight on his leg. He increased the pressure until he felt a flare of pain. He paused to judge if it was bearable, and when he decided it was, he continued until the pain increased to the point where it wasn't. In the end, he decided he could walk on it, but it wouldn't be without a limp.
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Post by β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Jun 5, 2019 15:52:14 GMT -5
Magic Rising ~ * ~ * ~ Magic had his eyes closed, gearing himself up to try standing, when the unexpected voice of another guy made them open in surprise. He looked up at the man, at first uncomprehending his words. It clicked after a second, and he wondered if the slow thought process was because of his head injury, or his surprise that someone had actually noticed him and had come to help.
"I -" Magic wasn't really sure what he'd been about to say. The guy - who was clearly a football player - was that why he seemed so good at tending injuries? - had already taken charge - another football trait? - and was wrapping his ripped up shirt around Magic's torso. He let out a hiss through his teeth at the pressure applied, but he knew this make-shift bandage would probably do a better job stemming the blood flow than his hand had been.
He looked from his side up to the stranger, brow furrowed slightly as he considered his offer. Finally, he said, "You can help me up." He didn't even know if he could stand, or walk, but physical contact with other people - especially strangers - made him uneasy, sometimes even panicky. Given the situation, he wouldn't be surprised if he drifted into the latter, and he would rather this guy not see that. But gripping hands or forearms to get to his feet was minimal enough to not bother him too much.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2019 1:20:31 GMT -5
Sorry yβall! I had a super long day and Iβm just now able to be one for a few minutes. I will post a reply for Cecily (and hopefully for the other character I was suppose to make XD) tomorrow as I will be in the car for while. )
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Post by Ζ€Ξ±ΖΖΞ±Ρ β§ on Jun 6, 2019 10:56:26 GMT -5
(Dream knows the situation but Iβm super busy with exams so feel free to keep moving without me. Just imagine Perri is around and being her usual self XD)
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on Jun 6, 2019 11:38:42 GMT -5
(you are so good pal! I think we are all super busy rn so things are a bit slow all around but thatβs totally ok :) )
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 6, 2019 12:51:40 GMT -5
Unfortunately I don't have much excuse for being slow on replies, sorry. I guess my muse has been low for this roleplay, sadly. I'm glad I didn't miss too much since my last reply.
Felice Marie BrendelLocation: crashed plane | Status: injured | With: Cecily, Miller"Yeah, I'm coming!" Felice slowly stood up, holding onto the seatsβwhat was left of them, at leastβand began to hobble on to the back of the plane. The internal state of the plane seemed to get better the further back she went, perhaps due to distance from the impact. Nevertheless, the walls were still heavily dented, and nothing would even be functional. "Better" in that case only meant "a little less destroyed."
Somewhere along the way, Felice inhaled a giant cloud of dust and fell to the floor in a coughing fit. It racked her body forcefully, each cough sending a wave of pain throughout. Her skull throbbed with a sharp ache. "I'm fine," she called out, once the worst of the fit had subsided. Felice didn't want Cecily to worry too much about Felice's wellbeingβnot right now, when they had more serious injuries to worry about. She managed the rest of the way there in just a couple minutes.
I probably look like a zombie, or something, thought Felice, as the figures of Cecily and Miller became visible at the far back. She didn't dare wave, for fear that leaving her balance on unsteady legs and a single hand would cause her to topple right over. "Cecily, I'm here!" she croaked, trying a smile on her face.
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