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Realistic or Modern Crash, Burn, Survive

Darien looks at Isaiah. "Hey,"


Taylor finished helping Lyric and they walked to Jordan who was sitting by the waves
 
Issac was lying down, in the sand, beneath the back part of the plane, a broken support beam impaled through his arm, which was bleeding heavily, staining the sand around him. He was unconcious, the trama, and the sheer shock of him landing on the ground like that knocking him out. The old lady he had helped, was also lying beside him, or her top half atleast. Her legs floated out at sea, when a flying chunk of metal had cut her in half. 
A girl, sitting two seats away from Issac, lie as well, another support beam impaled through her chest. She had fell onti it, as it pierced her back, and erupted through her chest, ripping apart her insides. She had died slowly, screaming in pain, until she bled out. She wasn't the the overly-tanned popular girl, she was a rather short girl, cute, with glasses, and a Doctor Who T-Shirt. She had been Issac's only friend, and his crush, from back home.
 
Lyric saw Issac and quickly went over to him much to Jordan's dismay. She saw he was breathing and quickly grabbed his uninjured arm pulling him away from the plane. "Help." She cried out. Jordan stood up and helped Lyric carry the unconscious boy away from the plane. Both of them laid him down gently on the sand about 400 meters or so from the plane. Lyric looked at the boys arm and bit her lip, she had no idea what to do. "Southern girl!" she called out.


Taylor heard Lyric call her southern girl and walked over "Ye-" she was cut off as she saw Issac's arm. she frowned. "I-I Don't know how to help with that I ain't a nurse or doctor..."
 
[QUOTE="Leaving Reality]Lyric saw Issac and quickly went over to him much to Jordan's dismay. She saw he was breathing and quickly grabbed his uninjured arm pulling him away from the plane. "Help." She cried out. Jordan stood up and helped Lyric carry the unconscious boy away from the plane. Both of them laid him down gently on the sand about 400 meters or so from the plane. Lyric looked at the boys arm and bit her lip, she had no idea what to do. "Southern girl!" she called out.
Taylor heard Lyric call her southern girl and walked over "Ye-" she was cut off as she saw Issac's arm. she frowned. "I-I Don't know how to help with that I ain't a nurse or doctor..."

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Issac let them carry him along, still unconcious. ((You know, I want to make it so the impaled girl almost died or something, because issac probably's just going to sulk around and do nothing for most of the RP, and I dunno. This is what happens when I'm tired. Incoherent speech and incredibly ammounts of violence.))
 
((Whatever you want they are your characters and I will make sure he won't just sulk. Um and go to sleep?))


Taylor thought for a moment then tore off a piece of his shirt. Taylor kneeled next to him and created a tunicate right above where his arm was impaled. "That's all I can do..." she muttered.


Lyric nodded and frowned. She tapped Issac's good shoulder. "Please wake up..."
 
[QUOTE="Leaving Reality]((Whatever you want they are your characters and I will make sure he won't just sulk. Um and go to sleep?))
Taylor thought for a moment then tore off a piece of his shirt. Taylor kneeled next to him and created a tunicate right above where his arm was impaled. "That's all I can do..." she muttered.


Lyric nodded and frowned. She tapped Issac's good shoulder. "Please wake up..."

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A voice moaned out from behind them, "Help m-me... p-please...." the voice whispered, seeming to struggle to get out the words.


Because poking someone's shoulder is a scientifically proven way to pull someone from their unconsciousness, Issac woke up. xD He looked around, his eyes wide. "Kyra?" he asked, looking around, his eyes wide.
 
Isaiah carries Aaliyah on the beach. He didn't know where he was going nor didn't he know where he was. "Just.....get.......somewhere.......safe"
 
"Please!" Kyra called again, as she struggled to pull her head up, and look at the metal support beam sticking out of her chest. She saw her blood soaking it, and resisted the urge to vomit. ((Ima pretend she somehow survives, even though realistically a wound like this would kill her.)) "Issac!" she called again,, hoping he was nearby. Her face was soaked with tears, the pain being too much. Her glasses lie next to her, seemingly unbroken.


Issac heard her, and attempted to get to his feet, using his good arm to push himself up, and onto his knees, from which he stood up. He approached the plane, looking around inside. "Kyra?" he called, worried.
 
Arthur hears Kyra and walks over. She gasps and uses her back to push her off the beam. But........somehow is used as a cushion for Kyra's fall.
 
Taylor eyes went wide as she saw Kyra, she didn't know how she survived. "Oh darlin'." she whispered. Taylor couldn't help anymore for she was beginning to feel the effects of lack of sleep and food. Her head pounded and in the back of her mind she thought she might have a concussion. She cursed and then stumbled to the ocean were she splashed her face... knowing she had to get somewhere she began to wander around. Yes she was trained to be special forces, her skills in a fight were beyond average and her endurance was amazing. Yet she wasn't a machine and nothing could prepare her for the plane crash and the emotions that washed over her. She collapsed.
 
Lyric ran over to Kyra wide eyed, she helped her off of Arthur and placed her on the sand. Just seeing the state of the unlucky girl made tears rundown her cheeks
 
Taylor laid on the sand not to far away from where the cave was. The pain in her head had gotten worse and the gash was worse than she originally thought. All the wanted to do was go to sleep though she forced herself to sit up and tend to her wound.
 
Lyric smiled and nodded. "W-want help?" she asked and she pushed her hair back, her side of caring for everyone kicked in.
 
"Yes please. You can look through any luggage that aren't destroyed." Arthur knew that Lyric might hate it if she searched the bodies so she did it for her.
 
Lyric gave a small nod and began looking through the luggage when Jordan came back with an arm full of kindle. He didn't know where Lyric was so he panicked. "Lyric!" he shouted. Lyric heard Jordan and jumped. "Over here Jordan!" she called back in her sweet voice.
 
Arthur was surprised by Jordan's shout and hits her head again. "Owww......" She made a pile away from the plane of the stuff she found. Going back to her seat finally, she sees her burnt album and the broken camera her mother gave her before she died.
 

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