Realistic or Modern Fighting For Our Lives (Open)

[Axell]

We Must FIGHT! For Our RIGHT! To.......Survive?

March 20th 20XX

It's our second week in the jungle and our numbers have been dwindling daily. Foods running low, waters gone and I don't know if I can handle another 12-mile trek up hill. We lost Kristina and Sam yesterday, and Bryan was missing when we woke up this morning. It's been so long since the crash and I no longer remember why I decided to follow Wilson and leave the safety of the camp and wait for help with the others. Wilson had said something about help not coming and the stress bringing everyone closer to panic and back then, his words had seemed to hold logic but now.........It seemed like he's the one who's losing it. He didn't even tear up when Kristina and Sam threw up their guts - literally - and instead tossed all the water we'd gotten that day and kept on walking. Sometimes......Sometimes I wish that I had died in the crash. This is not how I imagined feeling on my senior year trip.

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Plot

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Its your senior year of highschool and since freshman year you've been looking forward to the annual senior class trip and luckily this year your class voted on the trip being a tour of South America. View attachment 284209The eclectic tastes of Colombia, the spicy dances of Brazil, and the insane variety of food thats bound to be bursting with flavor from all the countries. When boarding the plane you can almost taste the memories to be made on this trip - that is, until the plane crashes smackdab in the middle of the AMAZON freaking RAINFOREST.
The plane crashes somewhere in the heart of the Amazon and approximately 400 of the 800 passangers have died, meaning their bodies can be counted for. Theres still about 200 more people who seem to be missing and the other 200 are accounted for in the makeshift camp the teachers and other adults set up out of the ruins of the plane. The role play will take place a day after the crash.

Rules

Z GREATESTS GUIDE TO ROLEPLAYING
1. Don't be a dick and Godmod.
2. Don't be boring and have your characters be Plain Janes and John Smiths
3. Please use proper capitalization, spelling and grammar.
4. 1+ paragraph limit to all posts. I hate short, halfassed responses. Gimme something to work with.
5. I don't mind cursing, just keep it tasteful and the same goes for any potential romantic excursions that may occur(just fade to black people)
6. If you have any ideas that you think would be a great addition to this roleplay, please tell me! I take feedback and ideas to heart and most likely will incorporate them some how.
7. Don't kill off other peoples characters without permission

Important Links

Character Sheet
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/fighting-for-our-lives-characters-open.317156/

 

[Axell]

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[Axell]

"Alright, is everybody here?" A shrill, strict voice over trilled through a megaphone; the voice belonging to the short and stout Ms. Vandeux whose especially tight khaki shorts and matching khaki shirt tucked into said shorts, said she meant business. It was around 5am and Ms. V was the only person awake enough to resemble an actual human being while everyone else looked more like zombies milling about. Even the other teachers who were chaperoning seemed out of it, and the ominous thick fog that clung to the ground and windows didn't help the overall mood within the airport.
Despite everyone being half awake and the foreboding weather, there was an underlying excitement that bubbled just beneath the surface. You could see it in the way the students looked around at one another, the way they yawned and chatted amongst each other, the way the teachers slurped their coffee and checked and re-checked to make sure they had their boarding passes. Everyone was excited to get away from their mundane lives and spend the next week and a half living it up in Latin America.
5:15am, only 15 more minutes till the attendant would announce that they would be boarding soon.

.......I tried to call the nurse again
But she's being a little bitch
I think I'll get out of here
Where I can run
Just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears...

The croonings of Pink blared in Nadia's ears as she tapped her foot in time and hummed along, her pencil furiously scrawling across the coarse paper of her sketchbook. On her paper, the makings of a figure was starting to appear; her hand moved in long, curving motions as she sketched out the curve of a back, going over the lines lightly until they were dark enough. Nadia had started with the back and hips, knowing that the body would remain headless even though if it had had a head, it would be looking back over its shoulder ever so slightly. She didn't know what it was about the human body, but the many ways it can twist and turn, paired with the curves and structure of it just fascinated her (that and she was just no good at drawing faces).

"..adia. Nadia! Oiiiiii-"
"What?"She said, her hand pausing mid stroke as she looked up into the bubbly face of Scarlett, who for some reason found Nadia's company nothing but charming and amusing despite te fact that Nadia wasn't particularly friendly towards her.
"Are you excited? We're going to your home country, chica!"She beamed excitedly, sitting down across from her.
"For the last time, Scar, my mothers from Brazil - not me. My dads from Minnesota for Christ's sake!"Nadia replied with a sighed, putting her pencil down and pausing her music.

Storme sat a bit away from the others, his knees pulled up to his chest where his chin rested comfortably and his fingertips peeked out of the sleeves of his oversized gray sweater were tapping impatiently. The energy and anticipation of the room was making him anxious and he couldn't quite shake the feeling that he had forgotten to pack something. It would be his first time out of the country, surely there would be tons of new experiences awaiting him overseas. Perhaps, he'll fall in love with a spicy senorita and have a steamy romance that neither of them would forget, or maybe he'd meet an Antonio, or Ricardo or Alejandro and learn the truth behind the rumors about that hot latin blood. His stomach fluttered excitedly as he thought of all the possibilities, not all of which were romantic.
There was always a sort of 'clean slate' type feeling associated with going somewhere new, somewhere where o one knew who you were. He could recreate himself over there, even if only for a small period of time; Storme wouldn't be a ticking time bomb, or be seen as a 'freak' or immature or 'that guy'. Instead, the possibilities are endless - he could be smart, worldly and charming or maybe, a rebel, one with a bad attitude, but confident enough to make it look sexy. Laughter bubbled up and danced out of his mouth before he could stop himself, if it wasn't for the giddy sensation the pending trip was giving him, he would have caved in on himself and tormented himself with his thoughts on what people would be thinking of when seeing him sitting by himself and laughing at nothing.

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