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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2019 0:38:32 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
Cecily gave a shout at the boy who shook Miller awake, "Stop! She's severely injured! You could make it worse!" She understood the reason why the boy had done it and perhaps she shouldn't have let the girl pass out, but shaking her was dangerous. Dangerous, dangerous. "Just - oh god, Miller it's ok. These people are going to help you out of here."
She leaned up against the seat across the isle and waved Felice towards her. With the smoke and lack of glasses, she could only make out the shape of the woman. Even her voice was muted through the ringing. Was it becoming louder? She didn't have time to think about it. She didn't have time to care with those injured and some not even moving.
"Felice, this man will help you carry her out. I'm going to help the others." And with that she started to go back to the boys side. What was his name? Aiden? No Aaron. No - it didn't matter she suppose. She surveyed the situation and swore lightly.
The boy's seatbelt was jammed. It would take more than brute strength to undo it and free him. How else was she - Cecily gasped an idea, "I'll be back. Give me a moment."
The piece of metal from Miller's leg was right where she had left it. She fumbled for it, gripping the blunt edge between careful fingers. When she returned, she squatted in front of the seat, "The seatbelt is jammed so I - I - I think I can cut you out, but you need to stay very still. Please. I don't need to injury you."
rat Redfleck 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 Leo
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2019 0:45:40 GMT -5
Ok, because I’m lazy and don’t want to make another profile, what about my other character just dying in a few posts. I mean someone is bound to kick the bucket from injuries. I really don’t mind it being him.)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2019 19:09:11 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
Hands shaking and vision blurry, Cecily wished desperately that she had her glasses with her. It was one thing to pull the metal out, it was another to cut a thick belt with it. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. Cecily gripped the blunt end and then grabbed the jammed seatbelt with her other hand. She looked up with a shuddering sigh, "Right. No moving."
She set the metal tip to the bottom of the seatbelt and began to slowly make progress. The end of the metal bit into her palm and she winced but kept on sawing at the belt. Her vision blurred. The Med student stopped with a cough. She felt a slow stream of blood run down her wrist and unto her pant leg as she went back to the belt.
Cecily cried out at the snap. Immediately she released the metal, hand shaking at the small trench in her palm. Slowly she pulled the belt away and stood to her feet to help the man, "Ok. It's moving time now. We need to get out of here. Can you stand?"
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 9, 2019 22:11:49 GMT -5
Felice Marie BrendelLocation: crashed plane | Status: injured | With: Cecily, Miller, Aiden, EzraFelice nodded, then promptly winced at the ringing pain it created along the sides of her head. "Yeah, I got it," she answered. She hadn't taken note of this man earlier - though to be fair, Felipe hadn't paid attention to many other passengers specifically, aside from Cecily and that guitar dude. "What's this guy's name, by the way?" asked Felice as Cecily was starting to cut him out of his seatbelt's grip.
She knelt down beside another unfamiliar face - this one apparently named Miller - lying on the floor of the plane. Though presumably unconscious before, it looked like she had regained her senses. Well, probably a more hazy sense of them, but that was better than being fully aware of the giant gash in her leg. Miller was in terrible shape. Was it even safe to bring her outside, considering the sand and dirt along the shore, or the salt in the ocean breeze? That would only aggravate her injuries. Better have some chance of survival instead of none, she thought to herself, a little bitter. This was reality.
"Um, Cecily?" Felice's tone was uncertain (and scratchy from the smoke irritating her throat). The curly-haired girl moved closer to Cecily and Aiden, grabbing for the snack pack beneath Aiden's plane seat as she continued, "Do you think it's safe to bring the injured people outside? I... I don't know if I be of help. I could hardly walk here on my own, but I'll try my best..."
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 9, 2019 22:29:03 GMT -5
Haha! Felice never heard his name. Though even if she did, she probably would not have remembered it. She's got a trash memory and the guitar was the most striking thing about him. I bet you'll see more weird references in the future, just because Felice doesn't know literally anyone but Cecily.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 9, 2019 23:02:00 GMT -5
(I’ll get replies up tomorrow but to answer the question, the plane is currently filled with smoke and unfit for breathing, and there are flames in the back. If people want tho, they can try putting out the fire with water)
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 9, 2019 23:05:38 GMT -5
Ah, thank you. I was being stupid. The state of the plane really goes without saying. Stand by a moment, I'll fix my most recent reply. Edit: rp response fixed
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2019 23:15:04 GMT -5
oh you didn't have to! I could have responded in kind. But that's good! I'll respond in a bit. I've got some others to respond to first.)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2019 0:33:52 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
Cecily all but caught the young man as he attempted to stand. She cried out again, this time in pain, but she bit it down. She wrapped her arms around his waist - he was just too tall for her to grip any higher. He was heavy in her arms and beyond loopy from the pain and injuries. For just a moment, she bit her lip and placed her head against Aideen’s chest, holding back the tears of pain and anger and fright, “My hand is fine. You are not fine. You can’t... you can’t move and this plane is not safe. What do I do? What do I do? What do I..?”
She withdrew at the sound of another voice. Cecily used the little strength she had to help Aideen stand. The uncertainty in Felice’s eyes brought her to tears, “Oh Felice... I don’t know what to do. You’re hurt so bad. We’re all hurt so bad and I can’t see. My glasses- I don’t know where they went, they were right here-”
She reburied her face into Aideen’s chest. The tears fell for a moment before she let out a few calming breaths. You can do this, you can do this, you can do this....
Cecily groaned but wiped her tears away, “I don’t know how to get them out, but we can’t stay, Felice. The smoke will kill us.”
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Bisexual
rat
don't hold me accountable for any characters i created when i was 16
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Post by rat on Jun 10, 2019 1:08:59 GMT -5
Aiden blinked when she buried her face in his chest, slowly raising a hand to run it through her hair as comfortingly as he could in his state. As she grew more distraught, he rose to his full height, biting his lip and staying silent as his head pounded. "I can walk." It was the clearest thing he'd said since the crash, though his voice was hoarse. Was it just the smoke, or had he screamed? He could only vaguely remember clutching the arms of his seat and praying to a god he didn't even think existed. His vision was clearing, and the flow of blood down his forehead was slowing. "Let them... take her." He gestured at Miller, cussing under his breath at another stab of pain. The second guy looked strong and uninjured enough to help the girl carry her, and Aiden and Cecily could support each other. He hoped. "I can guide... you..." The smoke was thickening and he was already running out of breath, his stomach rising in his throat.
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 10, 2019 1:25:47 GMT -5
Okay, I was writing my new reply, but accidentally messed up my old one. I clicked "Edit" instead of "New reply". Not an issue in itself but now the old reply is broken and I lost three paragraphs. I'll just get back to this tomorrow, haha.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2019 23:39:42 GMT -5
That is a bummer. I hate when stuff like that happens. I’ll reply after Redfleck has a chance to! )
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 11, 2019 0:39:52 GMT -5
(Alright so here's a reply for reuben since miller is waiting to be carried out haha)
Reuben could see the guy before him was unsure of whether he actually wanted help or not, but as far as he saw it, the man had no choice. When he finally agreed, Reuben stretched out his hand and helped him up, before putting his arm underneath the other guy's to steady him as Reuben walked them back to where Perri was sitting, and Mylo was apparently trying to walk. It took a while, but they finally arrived, and Reuben helped the guy sit down by Perri. "There you go. And what was your name again?" He didn't think he had asked in the first place, however.
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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 11, 2019 13:08:34 GMT -5
Magic Rising ~ * ~ * ~ Magic accepted the hand, but he didn't let the other guy do all the work bringing him to his feet. He had to ground his teeth to keep from making a sound, but then he was up and the pain subsided. It didn't disappear, but he could stand without crying out. In fact, it was his head that suffered the most from the sudden movement, not his leg or side like he'd thought. His vision went black around the edges and it felt like someone was pressing needles into his skull. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, and when he opened them, the dark edges had vanished.
When he started walking, he was relieved to find his leg held his weight, with only a minimal amount of pain for his efforts. His side burned, and the bleeding started up again, but that too was manageable. His headache persisted, but there were no more black spots during the walk. No, those didn't reappear until he sat down beside a young woman he didn't know. Evidently, his head was not fond of height changes.
Slowly, Magic looked from one student to the next: the big football player who'd helped him; the girl he'd been seated beside; and… the party boy who'd arrived late to the plane. Magic wondered briefly if he was wishing he had been too late to board.
Finally, he looked back up at the football player. “Magic,” he said, his voice a little scratchy. “My name is Magic.”
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 11, 2019 14:21:54 GMT -5
𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 I godmodded Miller a little bit, just assumed that she would allow someone to carry her right now. If you want me to change that I can.
Felice Marie BrendelLocation: crashed plane | Status: injured | With: Cecily, Miller, Aiden, Ezra"No, no, no, Cecily, it's alright!" Felice held up her hands in front of her, completely not expecting this reaction from the girl she just had a happy conversation with. "Come on, we have to get really low on the ground. You," she pointed at the man, whom Cecily had just freed from his seatbelt, " and Cecily - lay down on the floor and try to crawl to the exit. Smoke rises. Yup, let's head out. I got Miller." She kept talking, rambling at this point, a nervous smile dancing on her paling face. Was it just the smoke, or was the room seeming to grow dimmer? Whatever the case, it wasn't good.
The curly-haired brunette hurriedly tapped Miller's shoulder. "Hey, I'm gonna just... uh, take you. Please make sure not to... well, bump your leg against anything...?" Her words were all over the place, wandering the point and suddenly unsure of where they had begun from and where they were going. Before Felice could waste too much time she stopped herself. "Ah- never mind. Sorry if it hurts... It's gonna be better for you later, I hope-" she finished suddenly in a coughing fit, brow furrowed and frowning.
They had no time. If they wanted to live, they had to hurry.
Felice hoisted Miller up on her back, moving the girl's arms over Felice's shoulders. If she coughed, Miller would probably suffer a little. However, pain wasn't something they could worry about now. "Uh, you," she called, tapping Ezra on the shoulder. "Can you... uh, help with..." she gestured to herself and the body she now carried on her back, "this whole thing?"
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 12, 2019 14:25:40 GMT -5
Just a question in general: when a character dies, do they still exist as a ghost or are they gone for good?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2019 14:28:00 GMT -5
Hey y’all! I’ll respond to tonight! I’m out of state so I’m pretty busy, but when I get back to my motel room, I’ll make sure to reply!)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2019 0:54:46 GMT -5
Ok, so here’s the low down. I had a super busy day and tomorrow will be even worse. Plus I’m not sure about the weekend. SO I will really try to get the reply up but I can’t promise anything until Saturday night, possibly Sunday. I’m so sorry!! Just wanted to let you know that I haven’t forgotten!!)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 13, 2019 1:00:37 GMT -5
(no ghosts!
And you are so good! Don’t worry about it, I am not in any hurry and am in the same boat myself)
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 15, 2019 15:15:49 GMT -5
( Welcome back, Leo. Glad you're feeling better! Don't push yourself if you're still not entirely well yet - many people here are also busy and can't reply super frequently. Another question for 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇: How many days would these passengers be stranded for? And what happened to our tour guide? )
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 16, 2019 17:26:27 GMT -5
(They are pretty much stuck on the island haha. and the tour guide, pilot and 1-2 students all died. If yall want to find them in the rp we can, but otherwise we can just say they drowned in the ocean)
Hearing that the kid's name was Magic, Reuben just stared back. Normally, he would have laughed. But given the terror going on around them, he just couldn't imagine laughing. But that didn't stop him from replying with a sarcastic, "Right. And my name is Superman. Now can we all quit messing around? We need to make sure that we get everyone off that plane, before it literally explodes. Plus, we need to get our luggage out, or we will be stuck here with literally nothing." And with that, he began to jog towards the smoking plane.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jun 16, 2019 17:27:37 GMT -5
(And that's fine about miller! Leo, do you want to reply or do you want us to just get off the plane? XD)
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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 16, 2019 17:56:27 GMT -5
Magic Rising ~ * ~ * ~ Magic slowly looked from "Superman" to music guy. "¿Es ese tipo siempre tan mandón?" he asked, brows arched slightly.
Edge laughed. "From what I've seen of him... Sí. He is."
Magic sighed. "Great," he muttered. Bossy equaled leader, and that was unlikely to go over well if anyone else on this plane thought they would be better off listening to them. Magic himself was no leader, but he certainly didn't like the idea of listening to someone else bark orders. However...
"He has a point, though," he said. He gritted his teeth and carefully lifted himself to his feet. He felt another wave of vision-darkening dizziness, but once it faded, he felt more or less capable of walking. "We should help get everyone off the plane, and pull out as much luggage as we can find."
Music guy heaved his own sigh. "Alright, fine. Let's go. Oh, and I'm Edge by the way." He held out his hand. Despite the dire situation, his amber eyes managed to gleam with amusement. "It's nice to meet you, Magic."
With a wry tilt to his lips, Magic accepted the handshake. "You too, Edge. You know, that's hardly any better than 'Magic.'"
Edge grinned. "Are you kidding? It's way better, because it's a nickname, not the one on my birth certificate. Now let's go."
Magic watched him start limping toward the plane, and he couldn't help conceding the other man's point: Edge as a real name would be in the same boat as Magic, but since it was a nickname, that completely changed things. With a shake of his head to dispel his wayward thoughts, Magic carefully started out after Edge.
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