The Island

[_ChickenWithTeeth_]

The Island


We don't know where we come from


We don't know what we are doing here


We don't know why this island flies


We don't know how where we are going


We don't know if there are others like us out there


But we do know that


We are there for each other





{Please look at overview}
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[_ChickenWithTeeth_]

“SHEEPS ARE SATANIC”


Exclaimed a drunk and stark naked black haired woman running and yelling around the small roads of The Island. The only accessory she had on was her goggles that she never seemed to take off for some reason. This wasn’t a very rare site actually, Sayae running around yelling all kinds of extremely weird and random things occurred so often people just started getting used to it…or at least tried to…sort of…


Judging by the orange pink-ish colors of the sky, it was pretty early in the morning…or pretty early in the evening, she didn’t really know. Sayae was known for being an extreme person, and also a drunkard that had no sense of time no matter how many times you offered her a watch.


With a drunken smirk, Sayae did a few cartwheels, occasionally crashing into a few walls and other obstacles along her way towards who knows where. But crashing didn’t stop her, quite the contrary actually, that only urged her on to do more daring things such as doing flips and thinking that she can walk on walls.


But Sayae soon stopped doing these things as soon as her eyes layed upon something that she loved: A rope. Ropes meant bungie jumping, and on more than one occasion did Sayae go bungie jumping without tying the rope to anything, yes, it is incredible that she is still alive and healthy until now. Plus adding the fact that she was drunk only increased the chances of that happening again…
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[High Moon]

''YOU BLOODY GIT!''


Yelled a Mid-aged man wearing a unbuttoned Redcoat and pjamas underneath from a house's blacony,by the looks of it he was awakened by the yelling of the woman.


''Do you have any fucking idea about the hour you twat! one more time an I am going to arrest you and imprison you for rest your bloody life!'' this was a common occurence,'General' Brigton Swearing and Ranting and occosionaly shooting stuff,it was agreed by the local populace that Brigton without his morning tea was a deadly...and annoying...person more so when sleep deprived,''I swear I am going to send you and rest of your nutter friends to a penal colony! you are a fucking disgrace to Our great Empire!'' well,eventhough there wasnt a penal colony in existence and a Island wouldnt count as an Empire,telling this to Brigton was a waste of time as long as he was caught up to his Delusions.then he sighed and rubbed his forehead.''But a fine of 20 Coins should do for now'' he said writing something to a paper then throwing it to the women then going inside muttering something like ''Now...where the fuck did I stash the tea...''

 

[Hercynia]

Gilgamesh was roused from his sleep by a loud bang as his self-activating toaster fired half-burned toast across the room, hitting the wall, and denting it. He slowly pulled his head up from where it had been lying on several sheets of paper on a table, examining some of the diagrams he'd made. Had he really designed a flying stopwatch? Hmf. And why did it fire coffee? Ah well, as tempting as it may be, he was hungry. Stomping blearily over to the malfunctioning toaster, he poked a button on it's side, and it produced another, slightly-less burnt slice of toast. Biting into the toast, he hit his water-powered kettle a few times, until finally a small light started to glow, and the whistle of steam filled the room. Gilgamesh half-filled a mug with the hot, slightly metallic water it produced, dropped in a tea bag, and opened the windows and shutters wide, yawning.

 

[_ChickenWithTeeth_]

Indeed, people had grown accustomed to Brighton's outbursts and quite..."creative" swears he came up with. In Sayae's case, she was fascinated by the "poems" -as she likes to call them- he came up with in the spur of the moment. Even when drunk, Sayae knew that it was precious knowledge that General Brighton was delivering right now. So naturally, she stopped in the middle of a cartwheel -resulting in her bashing into a wall- , and listened, nodding along each time he swore.


Once he was done with his "lecture", Sayae went back to what she was doing as if nothing had interrupted her drunk quest to fetching the beloved rope and jumping off the island like she had done so many times before.


"Greetings Jirameshhhh !!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs when she noticed an opening window in the corner of her vision before doing several cartwheels, stumbling a couple times as she struggled to get the rope that was lying in the middle of the road, and then continued her merry way. Her naked,merry,drunken way towards the nearest border of the island. It didn't take long for her to reach her desired destination for the island was after all pretty darn small. Struggling and fidgetting with the rope more or less tied around her waist, she proceeded to struggle some more with wrapping it around the nearest tree. And due to a moment of her mind fuzzing from the excitement, she jumped off, forgetting to actually TIE the rope around the tree.


@DefendKebab1918 @ResonantStorm


(Greetings you two, I'm sorry for letting this role play die. I really want to continue he this, I have many plans for this, plus you guys are entertaining. I hope you are still willing and I continue this without hating me too much)

 

[Hercynia]

Gilgamesh took a few seconds to stare out the window, bleary-eyed, as Sayae flashed past, yelling something intelligible at him. After his momentary pause, he shrugged. Sayae's antics were fairly common, and didn't take particularly long to get used to. Leaving the window open, Gilgamesh turned from the window, carefully removed the tea bag from his cup of tea and deposited the small bag into a bin almost filled with crumpled paper in the corner. Taking a few steps, he examined the multiple sheets of paper that littered his desk again as he sipped his tea, before picking up several sheets and crumpled them all, tossing them into the bin on top of the tea bag.


@DefendKebab1918 @Broken Compass


(I'm happy to participate in this again. It's an interesting concept and I'm curious to see where it's headed.)

 

[High Moon]

''Open the Fucking door Regis you barmy arsehole!!'' yelled 'General' Brigton.''I can smell the precious Tea from here! It's time you pay the Tea Tax!'' He was clad in his Red Uniform along with his Pith helmet.He was carying his signature Repeating-Musket.And it looked like he was getting frustuated,it was also certain that he was annoyed that he could not find his tea.''Open the Bloody door before I fill it with bullets boy!'' he said as he readied his Musket.


@ResonantStorm @Broken Compass


(Sure I'll Continue this is a rather interesting Rp Idea.)

 

[Hercynia]

"Get your own tea!" Gilgamesh yelled as Brighton attacked his front door, yelling about his "tea tax". Grumbling, Gilgamesh kicked a chair in front of the room's door to help it keep the crazed tea-obsessive man out, just in case he barged his way through the front door. He moved to sit at his desk, before realising that he'd just kicked his chair halfway across the moderately-sized room. He grimaced momentarily, before shrugging, perching on the kitchen surface as he sipped his slightly metallic tea, ignoring the clatter of displaced metal colliding with the solid wooden floor. If Brighton burst in here he was fully prepared to hold the tea hostage. He could always throw it out the window if necessary.


@DefendKebab1918 @Broken Compass

 

[High Moon]

''That is high treason boy! I'll court-martial you for this! then since I am the High-Judge I'll have you fussiladed'' Brighton yelled and started firing to the door,not getting much of a succses with the Miniball firing gun he decided to use his latest design.''Just you wait lad!'' he yelled with anger in his voice,he marched towards his Home/Workshop/HQ after serveral Minutes he returned with an machine with multiple rifle barrels and had a crank on it,it also looked like it was supplied with bullets with a gravity-feed system.''Look here boy! my latest creation! he is a death-machine! it can fire up to 300 rounds a minute!'' he said with a grin on his face.''And unlike your bloody inventetions it works'' he mocked.as he demostrated it by firing it up to the air.''Now be a good little Citizen and open the bloody door,give me my tea and I might even let you use and tinker this fine Design'' he said to Regis.


@ResonantStorm

 

[_ChickenWithTeeth_]

Sayae yelled at he top of her lungs as she fell off, adreline she was addicted to finally kicking in and sending her mind someplace only she knew. The wind of the rapid fall making her hair look like a million enraged snakes dancing upon her head as she went farther and farther away from the island.


The remaining bit of rope that was "attached bit not really attached" to the tree somehow got stuck into one of its branches. -Don't question the logical physics of this, it's called plot convenience.- And suddenly, Sayae stopped her decent towards death and possible madness.


She stayed there hanging for a bit as she enjoyed the aftertaste of adrenaline leaving her body. Her mind falling from cloud nine as her breathing slowed, and the empty world seemed to slow down along with her.


She numb, a good kind of numb. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed this moment before reality hit her full force. The cold gnawed at her skin, the tightness of the rope digging into her stomach uncomfortably. Shivering,she tried to look up, and realized she had fallen pretty far this time, looking back down, she thought she saw a glint of something, but she shook her head not believing what she was seeing right now one second. She yelled for help, really not wanting to have to climb her way back up, she was drained right now.

 

[Hercynia]

Ignoring Brighton's continued yelling, Gilgamesh continued to sip his tea, before carefully balancing it on top of a precarious mountain of miscellaneous metal parts, taking another few bites out of his toast. He wouldn't be all too surprised if Brighton shot through the door - it wouldn't be the first he'd have had to replace - but his front door wasn't worth sacrificing his breakfast over. Carefully, Gilgamesh opened a cupboard above him, reached into it without looking, and produced a glass bottle filled with a yellow-orange concoction. A label affixed to the bottle described its contents as "Flier Fuel", yet that wasn't its new purpose. Now it was a container for Gilgamesh's favourite drink - mango juice. Carefully emptying a sixth of the bottle into the metallic tea, which bloomed orange momentarily before settling into an ugly shade of brown, Gilgamesh set aside the bottle, taking another few bites out of his mostly-burnt toast.


@DefendKebab1918

 

[High Moon]

''You wanted this boy!'' he screamed as he started to fire the Gun-Machine,oblirating the Young man's door and walls,''He walked inside with his old-wooden baton.walked past Regis,got some tea-bags and walked towards him.''This would be so much bloody easier if you just don't force me to gundown your front door every time I run out of tea.I swear your mother dropped you when you were a baby.All tinkering but no thinking'' He said and lightly hit Regis's head with the baton.''And don't worry I'll replace your door,An Iron one this time! would give me an opportunity to test out my new Cannon!'' he said smiling.''Now be kind enough and use that weird machine of yours to heat some water.'' he said taking a place beside Regis.


@ResonantStorm

 

[Hercynia]

Gilgamesh sat calmly as his front door, room door - well, every door between him and Brighton, really - was shredded, bullets flying past him. It wasn't that Gilgamesh was stupid - no, he was just used to Brighton's occasional attacks on people's property, and was rather absent-minded. As Brighton took a seat beside him on the kitchen surface after liberating several tea bags, Gilgamesh hopped down, hitting a thick button on the water powered kettle several times before its yellow light flickered into view with a dim glow. Steam began to whistle before suddenly being cut off, as the kettle clicked and whirred, the yellow light flickering between its normal colour and red. Gilgamesh took several hasty steps back, but there wasn't enough time to warn Brighton of the impending disaster. Gilgamesh opened his mouth to yell - and the kettle exploded, steam billowing out from out in a massive, boiling cloud, metal and rubber tossed about the room, several prices crashing into windows with a shattering of glass. Slowly, Gilgamesh rose, peeking between the fingers of the hands he'd used to protect his face at 'General' Brighton.


@DefendKebab1918

 

[High Moon]

Brighton's uniform was a mess,shreded and wet,He looked pissed.''AN ASSASINATION ATTEMPT!'' he yelled as he pulled the Young Man's vest.''Are you working for the Republicans now Regis? I thought you were loyal to the Island's crown!'' he said paranoidly,Pulling Regis while he walked towards his Home. ''Just you wait young Men! The Queen will be so angry with you.Seriously Trying to kill Military Personel! Gilgamesh! did you lose your bloody nutter mind? What did those rebels offer you? Money? Blue-Prints? New Tools from the over-air?'' he asked.''But seriously trying to assasinate a General is understandable yet you sell out your friends now? I used to fucking babysit you Gilgamesh! you ungrateful Brat!'' He said his voice with a sad tone,it semed like he was free of his delusions for a split second as he had mentioned something from before the 'General' Yes there used to be a time when Brighton was not Batshit crazy and obsesed over Military.and be just known as Allen the Son of the Black-smith,That's probably why they tolerated his antics and that he did do his job as an police-officer for no money.''I'll hand you over to the Mayor,better start thinking about what you will say Regis!'' he yelled,yet again returning to his Delusional state.


@ResonantStorm

 

[Pat]

Samos regains consciousness. Hearing a young woman yelling, he wonders if it worked, if he finally died. But it wasn't to be. Getting up, he sees the rope that was around his neck a second ago... Simply wasn't. Taut, it was now straining against the branches above his head. He realizes in this moment that this isn't Hell. This is just Hell on the Island. Looking over the edge, his head visible, he sees Sayae dangling below.


"Ello."


(@Broken Compass.)

 

[_ChickenWithTeeth_]

"Ah ! Greetings gloomy one !" She yelled,waving frantically at the man's head poking out from the Island. "Mind giving me a hand?" She asked, well,yelled in the case. For some odd reason that rush from earlier had helped her sober up quite a bit. But you could see from her composure that she wasn't completely out of her drunken state yet. @Pat

 

[Pat]

He stares for a moment, then tilting his head side to side, revealing rope marks around his throat. "Could you explain why my rope isn't around my neck? I get you like that bungie jumping sport, especially when- in, -the nude, but you see I just woke up from a pleasant nap."


He begins pulling, although embarrassingly weakly, on the rope. One slip-up almost makes him follow Sayae off the edge, Samos only being saved by the tree he's using as leverage.


(@Broken Compass.)

 

[KAmber]

A small and obscure thing to the distance appears, nobody noticing it yet.

 

[Hercynia]

"Uh, well, actually... I think one of your bullets hit one of the kettles pipes." Gilgamesh frowned, making no effort to resist as Brighton dragged him along. "Don't you think that if I wanted to sabotage the island I'd just... blow it up? I fix the engines, it's not like I couldn't." Gilgamesh glared. "It was NOT an assassination attempt. And I have work to do, soooo, if you could let me get to the engines...?" Gilgamesh began to pull at Brightons hand around his wrist, attempting to free himself.


@DefendKebab1918

 

[_ChickenWithTeeth_]

"For the love of thunder clouds, IS THERE NOT A SINGLE THING YOU ARE USEFUL IN?!" Sayae yelled,already exasperated with the man's presence. Stretching, she popped her neck back in a better place, but winced when she still felt a bit woozy from the alcohol still present in her system.


@Pat

 

[Pat]

"I WOULD REACH INTO MY POCKET TO SHOW YOU MY PIG MASSEUSE LICENSE, BUT I'M A LITTLE PREOCCUPIED WITH SAVING YOUR ADRENALINE-FUELED LIFE."


Heaving, he strains against the force of gravity pulling Sayae downwards. "Don't you do this? Consistently? Maybe it isn't my fault for being weak, and more of your's for being so prone to FALLING OFF THE CLOSEST RESEMBLANCE OF SOLID- THING- AROUND!"


Falling on his back, he tries using his legs, propped up against the exposed roots of the tree, to writhe around and pull her up. "Oh CRIKEY, are you getting any closer?"