Realistic or Modern Stranded (Always Accepting!)

[Takuwan]

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ADA KIM

Shit. So there were people. To Ada, this was startling, given the fact that she never even noticed. She looked up at the much larger person ahead of her. "Ha-," she scoffed, slowly pushing herself up from the ground, "do I look okay to you?" Why did it take someone so long after her shouting and constant movement? It was frustrating, but really.. It would be quite hard to spot a small 5'0" woman in a site that was covered in metal and flames. Of course, she didn't care to evaluate the rest of the man since it wouldn't matter. He may have been larger than her, but he probably wouldn't live up to her expectation. If she had one. Once she finally got up, she kicked the branch away from her sight, nearly falling. Luckily she caught herself before she ate shit.




"Ahem..." She cleared her throat, brushing the dirt off of her backside, "since you're alive. I'm assuming there are others?" There had to be. The crash wouldn't have killed everyone.










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[SentinelSevn]

"Nope, not at all." Olivia said sarcastically. "I think you should stick to wearing items of clothing that do not look like they belong to a seven year old girl." She said with a giggle as he stitched up her leg, it didn't hurt too much just felt like someone constantly pinching her. She was thankful it was a bearable pain.
"At the state you're currently in a bad job is the only possible outcome right now." She said playfully as he sighed after finishing sewing. "Hey, it looks good when it's been covered up though."


Olivia looked over at the stick lying beside her. "I reckon he needs a name, 'trusty stick' doesn't really have a nice ring to it."


((Sorry about the less detailed posts at the moment, I'm probably going to go to sleep soon.))

With a chuckle, he wiped his brow with what remained of his shirt and leaned back to fall on his behind. "Well, I'll need to find a decent looking shirt then. This one's irrepairable." Cyrus let out a light sigh and looked at her leg again, judging his own handiwork. "I tried, at least give me that much." He faked a pout, changing into a laugh and then grabbing the stick until it was out of her reach. "And here I thought you didn't want any nicknames, huh?" His tone playful, he set it back down next to her and looked around at the wreckage. "Let it (the stick) serve you well.. At least until we can find the wheelchair they keep stashed aboard planes. Or if one of the passengers had one." He began packing up the kit again, separating anything with a trace of her blood on it.


After he finished, he realized his throat was parched. Multiple times throughout the procedure he found himself holding his breath in stress, worried about hurting her more than he had to. But there wasn't much water left, and what was left had become a mixture of blood as the containers spilled open. Well, it did her good. And not that she would know until later in their survival.


(Good night! Sorry I wasn't as active, aha guess our schedules are perfect for not being on at the same time. I'm at work when you're awake, and then you head off when I get off work. No worries though! We have a steady pace going, and I'm good with how our story is going! If you have any problems, I'll try and getting on more often!)

 

[NightSky]

With a chuckle, he wiped his brow with what remained of his shirt and leaned back to fall on his behind. "Well, I'll need to find a decent looking shirt then. This one's irrepairable." Cyrus let out a light sigh and looked at her leg again, judging his own handiwork. "I tried, at least give me that much." He faked a pout, changing into a laugh and then grabbing the stick until it was out of her reach. "And here I thought you didn't want any nicknames, huh?" His tone playful, he set it back down next to her and looked around at the wreckage. "Let it (the stick) serve you well.. At least until we can find the wheelchair they keep stashed aboard planes. Or if one of the passengers had one." He began packing up the kit again, separating anything with a trace of her blood on it.
After he finished, he realized his throat was parched. Multiple times throughout the procedure he found himself holding his breath in stress, worried about hurting her more than he had to. But there wasn't much water left, and what was left had become a mixture of blood as the containers spilled open. Well, it did her good. And not that she would know until later in their survival.


(Good night! Sorry I wasn't as active, aha guess our schedules are perfect for not being on at the same time. I'm at work when you're awake, and then you head off when I get off work. No worries though! We have a steady pace going, and I'm good with how our story is going! If you have any problems, I'll try and getting on more often!)

"I realized you tried, and thank you so much." She said with seriousness, for once, in her voice. To be fair he had done a decent job and the wound should heal nicely if she did what Cyrus had said and not walk on it. She reached out to her stick as he took it away. "I meant an actual name." She said hugging the stick to her chest as he placed it back. "Not a silly nickname."


Olivia shiverer at the thought of a wheelchair. "Nah I'm good, don't want to make the stick upset if I don't use him." She said as she used the stick to help herself stand up.


((Okay this is officially my last post for today I'm off to bed now. ))

 

[SentinelSevn]

(@NightSky good night!)

 

[SentinelSevn]

"I realized you tried, and thank you so much." She said with seriousness, for once, in her voice. To be fair he had done a decent job and the wound should heal nicely if she did what Cyrus had said and not walk on it. She reached out to her stick as he took it away. "I meant an actual name." She said hugging the stick to her chest as he placed it back. "Not a silly nickname."
Olivia shiverer at the thought of a wheelchair. "Nah I'm good, don't want to make the stick upset if I don't use him." She said as she used the stick to help herself stand up.


((Okay this is officially my last post for today I'm off to bed now. ))

"Well, I'm just glad I didn't get stranded on an island with a jerk." With a small laugh, he played a bow from his sitting position. "And it was no problem. Well, some problem, but I wouldn't have not done it." He emphasized, then giving her a puzzled look as he made sure that made sense.


"Well, then you can give it a name. You're going to be using it to get around." He then got up as she did, biting his inner lip to suppress a wince. "Why, would a wheelchair make you feel old again?" He chided, heading over to the remaining bags.

 

[Little gasmask]

Ausen comes out of the plane in a full hazmat suit and gas mask.


"I neutralized the plutonium at the cost of my arm" Ausen said showing his acid torn-arm to Anya as he took of the suit. I heard you need a flare. Ausen said " I can make a fire. If you can find me some tin I can make a homemade flare."

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Raja woke slowly. "Huh? What happened? What did I do?" He felt weak. He looked at the other man. "What happened? Plutonium? Why was there plutonium on the plane? Your arm!" Raja tried to stand, but his leg gave out and he fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

 

[Little gasmask]

"You see boy, I am a chemist and I was tasked to make sure it arrives safely."Ausen said. "It would have been alright but the case crashed so i needed to destroy it."Ausen said as he tried to find some sort of easily bend metal to make a flare. After find some tin nearby from the plane he started to make a flare which made a yellowish cloud from the chemical reaction.

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Raja nodded. "Do they even allow that stuff of planes?" Raja asked no one in particular. He adjusted himself to a more comfortable position and sighed heavily.

 

[Little gasmask]

Ausen replied with haste to him adjusting his position. He said "would you like me to tell you about chemistry while we wait for any other survivours?" while coming closer to the teen(Raja.)

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

[QUOTE="Little gasmask]Ausen replied with haste to him adjusting his position. He said "would you like me to tell you about chemistry while we wait for any other survivours?" while coming closer to the teen(Raja.)

[/QUOTE]
Raja looked at the man with slight distrust, but then conceded. "If you wish." He replied shortly, not daring to move his burned and bleeding leg.

 

[NightSky]

"Well, I'm just glad I didn't get stranded on an island with a jerk." With a small laugh, he played a bow from his sitting position. "And it was no problem. Well, some problem, but I wouldn't have not done it." He emphasized, then giving her a puzzled look as he made sure that made sense.
"Well, then you can give it a name. You're going to be using it to get around." He then got up as she did, biting his inner lip to suppress a wince. "Why, would a wheelchair make you feel old again?" He chided, heading over to the remaining bags.

"Hmm." Olivia tapped the stick on the ground a few times. She wasn't especially good at naming things. After a moment or two of thought Olivia looked back at Cyrus. "On second thought trusty stick seems to suit him just fine." She concluded with a nod.


"Yes, a wheelchair would make me feel old and knowing me I'd fall out of it and face plant mud or something." She said with a slight shiver.

 

[SentinelSevn]

"Hmm." Olivia tapped the stick on the ground a few times. She wasn't especially good at naming things. After a moment or two of thought Olivia looked back at Cyrus. "On second thought trusty stick seems to suit him just fine." She concluded with a nod.
"Yes, a wheelchair would make me feel old and knowing me I'd fall out of it and face plant mud or something." She said with a slight shiver.

"Oh, you sure?" Cyrus then asked, shaking his head slowly in disapproval. "I mean you could call it sticky, or my old man cane, walking stick.." He trailed off with smirk on his face, teasing her with his sarcastic tone. He then imagined her falling out of the wheelchair, chuckling to himself at the thought. "Well I guess you're right. Although it'd be funny to watch, rolling around in a wheelchair probably isn't the best idea on this uneven terrain."


Scooping up the two important bags, one with all the food and the other with some belongings of the passengers, he went over to the suitcase Olivia had seen earlier and rummaged through it for a second until he found the drawing and wallet. He sighed, the thought that they all had families saddening him for a moment before he transitioned into his calmer demeanor. He put the items in the pockets of the bag, and grabbed the kit and her bag. On his back was the back with the belongings, hanging on his left foreaem is the bag with food, and he held her bag out in front of her with the kit at his feet. "You don't mind carrying this do you, I kinda have my hands full." He only assumed she wanted to bring it, but ultimately it was up to her whether to bring or leave her items. "Unless you want to head elsewhere, I plan on going to one of the other parts of the plane. Its less.. damaged.. than this portion." By that, he meant there was a lot less carnage earby, and he hoped she caught that.

 

[NightSky]

"Oh, you sure?" Cyrus then asked, shaking his head slowly in disapproval. "I mean you could call it sticky, or my old man cane, walking stick.." He trailed off with smirk on his face, teasing her with his sarcastic tone. He then imagined her falling out of the wheelchair, chuckling to himself at the thought. "Well I guess you're right. Although it'd be funny to watch, rolling around in a wheelchair probably isn't the best idea on this uneven terrain."
Scooping up the two important bags, one with all the food and the other with some belongings of the passengers, he went over to the suitcase Olivia had seen earlier and rummaged through it for a second until he found the drawing and wallet. He sighed, the thought that they all had families saddening him for a moment before he transitioned into his calmer demeanor. He put the items in the pockets of the bag, and grabbed the kit and her bag. On his back was the back with the belongings, hanging on his left foreaem is the bag with food, and he held her bag out in front of her with the kit at his feet. "You don't mind carrying this do you, I kinda have my hands full." He only assumed she wanted to bring it, but ultimately it was up to her whether to bring or leave her items. "Unless you want to head elsewhere, I plan on going to one of the other parts of the plane. Its less.. damaged.. than this portion." By that, he meant there was a lot less carnage earby, and he hoped she caught that.

"Nooo." She laughed. "Those are horrible names." She went to give him a playful shove but it was pretty pathetic; wasn't even strong enough to push a fly. *Slight exaggeration but ima roll with it.*


"Also it would not be funny to watch." Olivia mumbled to herself, the thought of her falling into a big pile of wet soggy mud was not entertaining to her in the slightest.


She took her backpack with a nod and put it onto her back; where it sat comfortably. Somehow having the bag on her back calmed her and made her feel more herself. Leaning on her stick she watched Cyrus pick up a few extra things before answering his question.


"I don't mind where we go, I'm just going to follow you for now." She said with a smile she was glad that she had found him when she did, if not she would probably still be alone right now.

 

[SentinelSevn]

"Nooo." She laughed. "Those are horrible names." She went to give him a playful shove but it was pretty pathetic; wasn't even strong enough to push a fly. *Slight exaggeration but ima roll with it.*
"Also it would not be funny to watch." Olivia mumbled to herself, the thought of her falling into a big pile of wet soggy mud was not entertaining to her in the slightest.


She took her backpack with a nod and put it onto her back; where it sat comfortably. Somehow having the bag on her back calmed her and made her feel more herself. Leaning on her stick she watched Cyrus pick up a few extra things before answering his question.


"I don't mind where we go, I'm just going to follow you for now." She said with a smile she was glad that she had found him when she did, if not she would probably still be alone right now.

Cyrus laughed and didn't think much about the light shove, thinking pushing her back may be a little overboard. He thought about it for a moment as they began to walk in the direction of the rear portion of the plane he had come from earlier. "Well to be fair, you found me stuck in grime.." Leaving out the portion of him being caught in a corpse, he figured it would be disrespectful. "So finding you in the mud might be a bit funny."


He nodded his head at her latter statement, knowing he would have said the same if it weren't for her. Even through their situation, she did manage to bring amusement to him, which was a plus. And before meeting her, he had feared being alone on the island and not finding any company. Grateful she was alive, but there were so many mysteries about this island, he wasn't sure whether being alive was a blessing or a curse just yet.


"Oh crap.." Cyrus noticed a slight breeze around his waist, and looked down to realize he was still in the black, mid-chest ripped shirt he had performed the operation in. "Help me find a shirt!" He let out a laugh before putting down all of the bags and pulling the shirt over his head, exposing the rest of his upper body to the air. Shivering for a moment, he went to the nearest bag scattered around the dirt, looking for a decent fitting shirt to fit him. "No way am I living my life in a crop top.."

 

[NightSky]

Cyrus laughed and didn't think much about the light shove, thinking pushing her back may be a little overboard. He thought about it for a moment as they began to walk in the direction of the rear portion of the plane he had come from earlier. "Well to be fair, you found me stuck in grime.." Leaving out the portion of him being caught in a corpse, he figured it would be disrespectful. "So finding you in the mud might be a bit funny."
He nodded his head at her latter statement, knowing he would have said the same if it weren't for her. Even through their situation, she did manage to bring amusement to him, which was a plus. And before meeting her, he had feared being alone on the island and not finding any company. Grateful she was alive, but there were so many mysteries about this island, he wasn't sure whether being alive was a blessing or a curse just yet.


"Oh crap.." Cyrus noticed a slight breeze around his waist, and looked down to realize he was still in the black, mid-chest ripped shirt he had performed the operation in. "Help me find a shirt!" He let out a laugh before putting down all of the bags and pulling the shirt over his head, exposing the rest of his upper body to the air. Shivering for a moment, he went to the nearest bag scattered around the dirt, looking for a decent fitting shirt to fit him. "No way am I living my life in a crop top.."

Olivia shook her head. "Nope, still not seeing the humor in that situation." She said carefully following behind him trying not to trip over, which was something she managed to frequently do.


Olivia covered her mouth as she laughed not necessarily with Cyrus but at him as he scrabbled through a bag near him. The bag she had looked through earlier was a few steps away from her so she limped over towards it and pulled out a couple of shirts before throwing them to Cyrus, aiming for his face. "You can chose which one you like more." She said smiling at him and leaning against a tree with a hand on her thigh for comfort. "Although the 'crop top' was starting to grow on you." Olivia said playfully.

 

[SentinelSevn]

Olivia shook her head. "Nope, still not seeing the humor in that situation." She said carefully following behind him trying not to trip over, which was something she managed to frequently do.
Olivia covered her mouth as she laughed not necessarily with Cyrus but at him as he scrabbled through a bag near him. The bag she had looked through earlier was a few steps away from her so she limped over towards it and pulled out a couple of shirts before throwing them to Cyrus, aiming for his face. "You can chose which one you like more." She said smiling at him and leaning against a tree with a hand on her thigh for comfort. "Although the 'crop top' was starting to grow on you." Olivia said playfully.

"Ha, very funny.." One of the shirts hooked over his face, him giving her a playful glare as he pulled it off his face to inspect it. Satisfied with it, he slipped it over his head and straightened it out for another look. The shirt was a charcoal grey crew neck, the length fitting him just right, but it was nearly a size too small as it fit snugly on his frame. "Thanks, better this than that." That, being the ripped shirt on the ground in front of him.


"Oh c'mon, you're not telling me you enjoy watching me work with more exposed skin than necessary." Cyrus winked to play the part, all in jest of course. Suppressing a chuckle, he was happy to have turned it back in her direction. Lifting up the bags again, he waited til she was ready to move again.

 

[NightSky]

"Ha, very funny.." One of the shirts hooked over his face, him giving her a playful glare as he pulled it off his face to inspect it. Satisfied with it, he slipped it over his head and straightened it out for another look. The shirt was a charcoal grey crew neck, the length fitting him just right, but it was nearly a size too small as it fit snugly on his frame. "Thanks, better this than that." That, being the ripped shirt on the ground in front of him.
"Oh c'mon, you're not telling me you enjoy watching me work with exposed than necessary." Cyrus winked to play the part, all in jest of course. Suppressing a chuckle, he was happy to have turned it back in her direction. Lifting up the bags again, he waited til she was ready to move again.

"I like to think so." Olivia said while standing back up straight, she did like to think of herself as funny and entertaining. "That color suits you." She said with a nod as she hobbled towards him.


Olivia let out a giggle. "Of course I enjoyed it." She responded while playfully fanning herself. "Is it me or is it hot in here?" She said sarcastically before lifting her stick to point forwards.


"And now we continue forth in our journey to find some form of life source." Olivia commentated as she began to anti-climatically after her statement limp forwards.

 

[SentinelSevn]

"I like to think so." Olivia said while standing back up straight, she did like to think of herself as funny and entertaining. "That color suits you." She said with a nod as she hobbled towards him.
Olivia let out a giggle. "Of course I enjoyed it." She responded while playfully fanning herself. "Is it me or is it hot in here?" She said sarcastically before lifting her stick to point forwards.


"And now we continue forth in our journey to find some form of life source." Olivia commentated as she began to anti-climatically after her statement limp forwards.

A smile on his face, he rolled his eyes as a happy sigh slipped out between his lips. "Well aren't you just full of surprises.." A hardly audible statement, he followed close behind her before walking beside her weaker half as an extra precaution.


Eventually making the short trek to their destination, he set the bags down. He had been right, with there being much less carnage in the area and a cleaner place to use as shelter of sorts. This was the rear end of the plane after all, the only people usually being here were those in the lavatory or the flight attendants. "We can rest here for a while.." Nodding his head to a single row of upright seats still attached to this portion. "But I haven't gone in that direction yet." He pointed a little further down opposite from where they had come from. "I just know there's a shore further past here, walking distance, I don't know."

 

[NightSky]

A smile on his face, he rolled his eyes as a happy sigh slipped out between his lips. "Well aren't you just full of surprises.." A hardly audible statement, he followed close behind her before walking beside her weaker half as an extra precaution.
Eventually making the short trek to their destination, he set the bags down. He had been right, with there being much less carnage in the area and a cleaner place to use as shelter of sorts. This was the rear end of the plane after all, the only people usually being here were those in the lavatory or the flight attendants. "We can rest here for a while.." Nodding his head to a single row of upright seats still attached to this portion. "But I haven't gone in that direction yet." He pointed a little further down opposite from where they had come from. "I just know there's a shore further past here, walking distance, I don't know."

Olivia went to sit down on one of the upright seats and sighed. "Its amazing how exhausted you can get when you're only half walking." She joked sinking into the seat and running a hand through her knotty hair. Olivia followed Cyrus's finger as he pointed into the distance. "Being near the beach could be a good thing." She stated. "There may be passing ships or something." She added with a shrug, she honestly didn't have a clue where they were or even if boats passed by.

 

[SentinelSevn]

Olivia went to sit down on one of the upright seats and sighed. "Its amazing how exhausted you can get when you're only half walking." She joked sinking into the seat and running a hand through her knotty hair. Olivia followed Cyrus's finger as he pointed into the distance. "Being near the beach could be a good thing." She stated. "There may be passing ships or something." She added with a shrug, she honestly didn't have a clue where they were or even if boats passed by.

"There could be.. there could also be others with the same idea as yours." Cyrus made note, thinking it may be better to head in that direction anyways. "Either way, its whether you can make it there or not. We don't want it getting dark while we're exploring. It'll be cold, we'll be lost, and anything could be out there." Heading inside the small shelter they had, he reached into an upper cabinet and pulling one of the standard issue blankets out. "These'll be right here if you need them, and the food in the back corner, alright?"


(Starting work in 5 minutes, so I'll be a bit unresponsive.)

 

[NightSky]

"There could be.. there could also be others with the same idea as yours." Cyrus made note, thinking it may be better to head in that direction anyways. "Either way, its whether you can make it there or not. We don't want it getting dark while we're exploring. It'll be cold, we'll be lost, and anything could be out there." Heading inside the small shelter they had, he reached into an upper cabinet and pulling one of the standard issue blankets out. "These'll be right here if you need them, and the food in the back corner, alright?"
(Starting work in 5 minutes, so I'll be a bit unresponsive.)

"I think we should wait till tomorrow morning if we do decide to go on an adventure down there." Olivia thought aloud while looking down at her leg. "I don't think it would take longer than a whole day to get to whatever is there." She planned it out, not specifically to Cyrus but for herself.


Olivia looked to where he was indicating. "Okay got it, thanks." She said nodding slowly; the tiredness was starting to hit her now.


((Okaai.))

 

[SentinelSevn]

"I think we should wait till tomorrow morning if we do decide to go on an adventure down there." Olivia thought aloud while looking down at her leg. "I don't think it would take longer than a whole day to get to whatever is there." She planned it out, not specifically to Cyrus but for herself.
Olivia looked to where he was indicating. "Okay got it, thanks." She said nodding slowly; the tiredness was starting to hit her now.


((Okaai.))

"Alrighty, that's fine by me." Tossing her a blanket instead of having her go grab it, Cyrus looked through the remaining cabinets before scoffing at something he pulled out. "Liquor. Of all things, this survived." He wasn't a drinker, but he figured they might have some future use for it. "What else do have..? Packaged peanuts.." Extra cloths were left, not giving them much.

 

[NightSky]

"Alrighty, that's fine by me." Tossing her a blanket instead of having her go grab it, Cyrus looked through the remaining cabinets before scoffing at something he pulled out. "Liquor. Of all things, this survived." He wasn't a drinker, but he figured they might have some future use for it. "What else do have..? Packaged peanuts.." Extra cloths were left, not giving them much.

Olivia opened up the blanket and covered her legs with it. "Thanks." She called back to him as she brushed the blanket getting rid of any creases. "Sorry I can't help you back there." She said sadly feeling useless in her current state.


"Booze and nuts, sounds like some cheap date food or something." She laughed.

 

[SentinelSevn]

Olivia opened up the blanket and covered her legs with it. "Thanks." She called back to him as she brushed the blanket getting rid of any creases. "Sorry I can't help you back there." She said sadly feeling useless in her current state.
"Booze and nuts, sounds like some cheap date food or something." She laughed.

"Don't even worry about it, just organizing it to my preference.." His attention distracted as he debated whether he should conserve space by putting the spare pillows and blankets together. "I don't know, just doing this keeps my mind at ease, sorta.."


Cyrus took another look at the cabinets with the alcohol and nuts, a grin on his face. "Cheap? Here? Well these probably are the only packaged nuts on the island if you think about it, not very often will someone treat you out to these." Adding with a chuckle. "Besides, if I were to take you out, I'd do something different. Perhaps a local boar, slow cooked over an open fire, seasoned with whatever alcohol we have here." His entire tone playful, he laughed as he closed the final cabinet. "We can go hunting, after we explore a bit more and your leg gets better. I don't think you'd want to live the rest of your life off packaged peanuts and chips."