Realistic or Modern 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 — 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯

[frogmilk]

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[div class=box][div class=title]castaway ------[/div]
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"An american passenger plane headed for Australia has reportedly gone missing. An effort to search for the missing plane is underway, shortly after the airline reported having lost contact with the plane about 5 hours after departure on july 10th. The aircraft departed from Los Angeles at 2:13am on Friday. A statement from the airline says they are currently contacting the families of the 235 passengers as well as the crew, stating that their thoughts and prayers are with the affected."

The sun had just started to rise and most of the passengers were still asleep when the lights were turned back on and the pilot's calm voice sounded from the speakers. Those who didn't wake up were soon nudged awake by the people sitting next to them or by the loud noise that ensued. The air was filled with worried voices and if you looked out through the window, you could see the ocean quickly approaching.

"The search and rescue efforts to find the missing Boeing 787 that disappeared last week have had no luck, officials say. The plane that departed from Los Angeles at 2:23am on Friday, july 10th, was expected to land at 6am local time in Sydney."

14 survivors wash up on the shore of what appears to be a deserted island. Nobody knows when or if they're ever going to be able to leave, so they will have to work together to survive.

[div class=header][div class=heading]about[/div][/div]
hello and welcome! this is my first time acting as gm, but man am i craving a good old deserted island roleplay. i'm very much open to feedback and i want everyone to be involved in where this story goes, so if you have any ideas i am all ears! i think it would be interesting if there was maybe something weird going on on the island, though i'm not quite sure what it could be. either way, i hope we can have some fun :-)

[div class=header][div class=heading]rules + links[/div][/div]
— of course, all of rpn's rules apply !
— romance is by no means necessary but if it happens, keep it pg-13
— i expect around 1 post/week ! i totally understand if life comes in the way, so just let us know if you're not going to be able to post
— at least 2 paragraphs per post. i'm not super strict on this as it sometimes happens that you're not given a lot to work with :-)
— if you're someone who leaves without letting the rest of the group know, please don't join :-(
— feel free to have more than one character
— this won't be first come, first serve!
— have fun and be nice in the ooc !

main // characters // ooc
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[frogmilk]

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groves.[/div] [div class=stats]location: beach[/div]

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[/div] [div class=textbox] [div class=text] Frank groaned as the sun wouldn’t leave his face alone. He opened his eyes, only to find a pain more blinding than the sun on his side. His heartbeat quickened, why was he in pain? And when did he get on a beach? The last thing he could remember was being asleep on a plane. Flashes of panicked faces and flickering lights entered his head and he got a sudden urge to sit up. The pain in his flank only allowed him to prop himself up on his elbow, but it was enough for him to snap back to reality. The calm sound of the waves crashing against the shore and a pleasant breeze rustled the palm leaves behind him. It became apparent that he truly was on a beach. In fact, beach and jungle was the only thing he could see. Frank grimaced as he got himself up on his feet, holding his side. His other hand was acting as cap screen to allow him to see without having to squint. Where the actual fuck am I? He started to make his way down the beach, limping. Frank appeared to be alone and panic slowly started to creep up on him. While he never doubted he’d die alone, he never thought it would happen like this. If he truly was alone on a deserted island, he wondered what the first thing would be to kill him. He had read somewhere that the human body could survive for more than three weeks without food, but only a couple of days without water. Frank had no way of knowing if there was anything dangerous on the island that would be out to kill him, either. Though the scariest thing was that he knew he’d be capable of doing it himself. His thoughts were quickly cast away as his eyes came upon a figure lying in the sand, much like he had done mere minutes ago. Frank wanted to run, but his leg wouldn’t listen. “Hey! Hey!” he yelled out, surprised to hear his own voice. The body was lying on its stomach, a mess of damp hair covering the woman’s face. Before he could get to her, she started coughing violently. A wave of relief washed over him, as she was showing signs of life. He slowly and carefully got down on his knees to roll her on her side, allowing her to get the water out. She was worse for wear; he could see she had a cut on the side of her forehead but thank God he wasn’t alone. [/div][/div][/div]

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Frank Groves.
Frank groaned as the sun wouldn’t leave his face alone. He opened his eyes, only to find a pain more blinding than the sun on his side. His heartbeat quickened, why was he in pain? And when did he get on a beach? The last thing he could remember was being asleep on a plane. Flashes of panicked faces and flickering lights entered his head and he got a sudden urge to sit up. The pain in his flank only allowed him to prop himself up on his elbow, but it was enough for him to snap back to reality.

The calm sound of the waves crashing against the shore and a pleasant breeze rustled the palm leaves behind him. It became apparent that he truly was on a beach. In fact, beach and jungle was the only thing he could see. Frank grimaced as he got himself up on his feet, holding his side. His other hand was acting as cap screen to allow him to see without having to squint.

Where the actual fuck am I? He started to make his way down the beach, limping. Frank appeared to be alone and panic slowly started to creep up on him. While he never doubted he’d die alone, he never thought it would happen like this. If he truly was alone on a deserted island, he wondered what the first thing would be to kill him. He had read somewhere that the human body could survive for more than three weeks without food, but only a couple of days without water. Frank had no way of knowing if there was anything dangerous on the island that would be out to kill him, either. Though the scariest thing was that he knew he’d be capable of doing it himself.

His thoughts were quickly cast away as his eyes came upon a figure lying in the sand, much like he had done mere minutes ago. Frank wanted to run, but his leg wouldn’t listen.
“Hey! Hey!” he yelled out, surprised to hear his own voice.

The body was lying on its stomach, a mess of damp hair covering the woman’s face. Before he could get to her, she started coughing violently. A wave of relief washed over him, as she was showing signs of life. He slowly and carefully got down on his knees to roll her on her side, allowing her to get the water out. She was worse for wear; he could see she had a cut on the side of her forehead but thank God he wasn’t alone.

 

[frogmilk]

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paquet.[/div] [div class=stats]location: beach[/div]

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[/div] [div class=textbox] [div class=text] She awoke in a panicked cough, her lungs desperately trying to get the ocean water out of them. Selene thought she had heard someone yell, but she was still barely conscious and couldn’t tell. Her eyes opened but closed just as quickly; the sun was too bright, and it didn’t help that she had a massive headache. Before she knew it, someone had rolled her to her side. Selene wasn’t sure how to feel about it, she was scared and didn’t know why she had water in her lungs and a stabbing pain in her head. “Where am I?” she grumbled, though it was barely audible. She opened her eyes again, squinting up at the person who had rolled her over. His blonde hair was a mess and both his jaw and nose bridge were bruised. He had a pleased grin on his face, which she might have thought was charming in other circumstances. Now, it was unnerving. She sat up, leaning on her hand. Her fingers pressed against her temple and were met by something warm and sticky. Selene flinched and looked back at her hand; she was bleeding. “I’ll be honest with you, darling, I’ve got no idea where we are. I woke up a couple of yards that way,” he said and pointed behind his shoulder with his thumb. The man spoke with a thick British accent and Selene never liked it when strangers used the word love or darling. She looked down at the sand and coughed once more before standing up on wobbly legs. Her surroundings suddenly started spinning and she squeezed her eyes shut, a quiet groan leaving her lips. When she opened them again the ground had stopped spinning and the blonde brit had risen to his feet as well. “We should see if there are others.” He said, continuing down the beach. Selene nodded and walked behind him. Right off the bat she hoped she wouldn’t have to spend any more time with him alone, something about him annoyed her. [/div][/div][/div]

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Selene Paquet.

She awoke in a panicked cough, her lungs desperately trying to get the ocean water out of them. Selene thought she had heard someone yell, but she was still barely conscious and couldn’t tell. Her eyes opened but closed just as quickly; the sun was too bright, and it didn’t help that she had a massive headache. Before she knew it, someone had rolled her to her side. Selene wasn’t sure how to feel about it, she was scared and didn’t know why she had water in her lungs and a stabbing pain in her head.

“Where am I?” she grumbled, though it was barely audible. She opened her eyes again, squinting up at the person who had rolled her over. His blonde hair was a mess and both his jaw and nose bridge were bruised. He had a pleased grin on his face, which she might have thought was charming in other circumstances. Now, it was unnerving. She sat up, leaning on her hand. Her fingers pressed against her temple and were met by something warm and sticky. Selene flinched and looked back at her hand; she was bleeding.

“I’ll be honest with you, darling, I’ve got no idea where we are. I woke up a couple of yards that way,” he said and pointed behind his shoulder with his thumb. The man spoke with a thick British accent and Selene never liked it when strangers used the word love or darling. She looked down at the sand and coughed once more before standing up on wobbly legs. Her surroundings suddenly started spinning and she squeezed her eyes shut, a quiet groan leaving her lips. When she opened them again the ground had stopped spinning and the blonde brit had risen to his feet as well.

“We should see if there are others.” He said, continuing down the beach. Selene nodded and walked behind him. Right off the bat she hoped she wouldn’t have to spend any more time with him alone, something about him annoyed her.

 

[PrincessMuk]

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[div class=subtitle]Location:[/div]The Ocean --> The Beach
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Cecily hadn't slept much on the plane.

Honestly, she never did sleep well, anyways. It usually took her around an hour or so to fall asleep in her own bed, so she'd never been surprised at her difficulty to sleep in any vehicle. Planes, however, were far worse than anything else because there was just nowhere to put her head. She hadn't been lucky enough to get a window seat (she was in the aisle) and she knew nobody next to her, which meant all she really could do was stay up and close her eyes for a bit.

Thank the heavens she'd been awake. When the plane had started to go down, she'd quickly realized what was happening and braced for impact. She'd held on to the seat in front of her and took a gulp of breath just before the plane started to fill with water. She told herself to stay calm as she fumbled to unbuckle her seatbelt, then she swam to the emergency exit door (which was thankfully only a row away) and pushed her way to the surface.

Now, Cecily was struggling to keep herself afloat in the cold ocean, lungs burning from holding her breath for so long. Her hair covered her face, tangled up already from her plunge underwater. She brushed it out of the way, seeing nothing but water around her. Trying to stay calm, she turned around, until she saw an island.

Thank God, she thought as she began to swim towards it, trying to figure out where she might be. She couldn't quite tell the climate of the area yet, but she was sure she could sort that out once she was safe and dry... but where would she go? Had anyone else survived the fall? She couldn't tell yet. She hadn't seen anyone else in her quick look around the water.

It wasn't long before she reached the shore, and she flopped down onto the sand, taking a moment to breathe and rest. If anyone else had survived, she needed to find them. And if not, she needed to find somewhere to spend the night before the day ended. She had no idea how she was going to do this... would she ever even be found? What if she died out here?

Cecily sat up abruptly, shaking her head. She couldn't think like that. She had to stay focused on what was happening. She couldn't afford to worry right now. She got up and headed left, looking around for any sign of human life. After maybe a half-hour of walking, she spotted two figures ahead of her. Her eyes widened, a smile forming as she began to run toward them. "Hey!" she yelled. "Hey! Wait up!" [/div][/div] [div class="bkgdpic show"][/div] [div class=credit]Code by PrincessMuk [/div] [/div]