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 Cosmos (#35140) Deathlord of the Jungle View Forum Posts  Posted on 2016-08-31 13:11:22 |
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Cosmos (#35140)
Deathlord of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-08-31 14:00:45 |
Jaxton Reed || Twenty-one || Male - Bisexual || Mentions: N/A (Open) Jaxton's eyelids slowly began to flutter open, confusion and pain all he could seem to register at the moment. His back felt as if it were melting off his body as the suns' rays bounced off it for who knows how long. As his vision cleared and he registered the damp sand beneath him, everything began to come rushing back almost as quickly as the water had seeped into the aircraft. Panic and fear gripped his body, paralyzing him momentarily. He sat up quickly - too quickly - and his head began to throb. He tried to realize what was going on, but it was all so much to handle and understand. "Okay Jaxton.. Think.." He mumbled to himself, trying to keep himself calm. He took a look around, a beach seeming to stretch a far as he could see to his left, and a big formation of rocks jutting out to the right forming some sort of cliff in the distance. The island felt very tropical, something he'd never experienced as he had lived in Canada his entire life. The heat was almost too much to bear, so he figured he might think better in the shade. He headed up the beach to a tree line. It looked like some kind of tropical jungle you might see in movies.. Was he dreaming? No, he was in too much pain for this not to be real. Jax turned his head and checked his side, revealing a long, jagged cut that was slowly seeping blood, but it didn't seem it was in danger of bleeding out. His mouth was very dry, and he had wondered how long he had been laying on the sand. How far away was the plane.. Did anyone else survive..? All he could think about was how the water had filled his lungs and then he blacked out. How was he even still alive? Could he stay alive? He had always enjoyed the wilderness, but never in his life did he think he'd have to use those skills, or if they were enough. He ran his fingers through his hair and a tear snuck out of his tear duct and down his cheek, something he wasn't used to. He could die. First his sister, now him.. He didn't like his parents, but he wouldn't wish that on anyone to suffer. He slipped his hands into his jean pockets and his heart lurched when his left hand met with something. His knife.. he slipped it out of his pocket and examined it. How the hell was it still in his pocket? A small smile tugged at his lips. Perhaps it was a good luck charm after all. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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cinnamonbuns (#72092)
Sinister View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-08-31 14:25:34 |
Alexandra Belmonte| 22| female - heterosexual| mentions open Alexandra groaned when she woke up with her face in the sand, She tried to stand up as if she wasn't injured but collapsed back down. Why was she on an island? Just moments ago she was on a plane about to finish her assignment once and for all but now she has landed in a tropical location with no one else. Her memories showed her glimpses of what happened, she could hear the screaming, the thud of bodies and her own self being thrown across the cabin inside the plane before she blacked out. Alexandra had the emotion of panic for a moment but quickly calmed her self, she had been trained for situations before but none like this. She slowly tried to get up but when she did her head filled with a hazy feeling. Alexandra touched at her head and saw her own blood smeared across her hand. Her eyes widened in fear, what would happen if she would never make it off? And what about the assignment? Those questions built up in her head but soon her head begun to throb even more so she focused on finding a way to survive. " Venga Alexandra,Que fueron entrenados para sobrevivir!" She muttered to herself. ( english: Come on Alexandra, you were trained to survive!) Alexandra slowly scooted away from the roaring waves and could have a clear view of all the plane wreckage and could see some floating bodies. Alexandra looked away in sadness, she couldn't stand people dying this way. For sure this plane will be on the news in a few hours and her family will see her picture across the news channel but for now she had to focus on herself. She checked any of pockets for anything that she had on her. It was empty, but right at that moment she realized that she had her small knife in her left shoe. Alexandra quickly took the shoe off and out the knife came, she felt estatic that she at least had something that was useful to her for this island. Alexandra wondered she was alone or were there others who made it out alive? 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Praxischu (#71297)
Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-08-31 14:49:13 |
Kennedy Elliot|17| Female - Heterosexual|Mentions: Open Kennedy woke up quickly, immediately feeling a stabbing pain in her leg. She pushed herself up whilst coughing up some water. Her clothes were soaking wet and the sand stuck to her body like glue. Moaning in pain, Kennedy turned herself over and pushed herself away from the shore causing her to scream in agony. "Fuck!" She yelled, while starting to panic as she started realizing where she was and what was really happening. Slowly in fear, Kennedy looked down at her leg. "Oh god.." She began sobbing, the piece of metal in her calf was what was really causing her this much pain. "HELP! HELP!" Kennedy screamed repeatedly as loud as she could with sobs in between her words. Eventually she lost the energy and motivation to scream any longer, but she knew what she had to do. Her shaky hand got a grip on the metal, "1.. 2... 3- AAAH!" Kennedy screamed once more as she yanked the piece of metal out of her leg and took deep breaths. Quickly she took off her shirt, leaving her in a black cami. She tied the shirt around her leg right above the wound and grunted when she tightened it. After all of that, Kennedy crawled to the nearest palm tree and laid under it, sobbing her eyes out while she could still hear the screams in her head. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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EmpVirgo (#86738)
Deathlord of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-08-31 14:51:45 |
Caine felt the water surrounding his body, it reminded him of his midnight swims in his pool. He let out a relaxed sigh.He felt so calm and at peace in the water, well that was until he felt his soggy clothes pressed fully against his skin. His brows furrowed and all of the sudden salty water crashed into his body. His ears and his nose filled with the water causing him to sit up and cough violently, he quickly sat up and he coughed up the salt water. He cleared his throat and he stared down at the sand as he tried to calm his coughing fit. One thing caught him off guard when he finally focused. There was sand surrounding him, it was on his clothes and he felt some in his mouth.He was confused, how was he even in sand at the moment? A few seconds ago he was on the...... "The plane." He whispered to himself and he quickly scrambled to stand up. He glanced up, only to be face first with a blazing yellow sun in his sight. "Oh Fuck." He said softly, the memories of the screams on the plane and the fire filled his mind, causing a strong throbbing in his head. "HELLO?!! IS ANYONE OUT THERE?!?" He called out, he winced and he unbuttoned his button down shire and he lifter up his undershirt, he had large purple bruises that covered his stomach and chest. He wiped the water out of his face and he walked away from the water, his suit jacket wasn't on him anymore and that meant his gun was gone with it. His black shoes sunk into the sand and made sloshing sounds with every step he took. "I fucking hate planes." He growled to himself and he kept his eyes forward. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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[Side]winder (#71221)
Dreamboat of Ladies View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-08-31 15:22:17 |
Amber and Ocher | 48 / 25 | Open [mentions: Kennedy / Caine] "How did you even find that thing?" Amber's eye was fixated on the small, dark box her compatriot was sitting on. They shrugged in response. "Found it on the beach. Might as well salvage what I could when the Miss comes, eh?" Ocher gave a small shrug, then realized the weight of what they said. It had been hours since the crash, the two relatively unharmed. Bruised, bleeding from small cuts, and the like. The comment on being rescued felt... interesting. When news went out, there would be a search. Coast guard, cartel, and the like would try to find where they were. The salt water had burned the cuts closed, left them itching uncomfortably. Amber gave a huff, her eyes darting to Ocher's bandaged shoulder, a dislocation she dealt with. "I'll carry the dead weight. We need fresh water," She stated, looking into the underbrush. She figured Ocher was too shocked still, which was why they were not answering. They were not used to blood, death, and the like. Ocher was positioned well away from all the carnage, and she'd have to ask later. Amber was. For now she'd need to help her teammate, get resources to help them through the next few days (no doubt they'd be sore), and maybe see who they were competing with. She could hear screaming, which meant there were living people at the moment. Well, she was better off than some in the water: for instance, she actually woke up from being knocked unconscious before she drowned. Her eyes flicked to motion near a palm tree. Probably someone dying. That looked like a severe wound. Not her problem, she wasn't a medic. Ocher turned away from that too, now staring at the ground, head between their legs. If she wasn't recovering she'd pull them to the shade, at the very least, but she suspected she had whiplash. Best just lay low. However, the next voice was... someone else seemed to have recovered nearby, and Amber turned to look at them, fingers brushing the inside of her hands, feeling the brass knuckles she had tight on her fingers. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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cinnamonbuns (#72092)
Sinister View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-08-31 16:09:07 |
Alexandra Belmonte| 22| female:heterosexual | mentions Kennedy, Caine, Amber and ocher Alexandra was using bits of her clothing to patch her self up, she tore off the bottom half of her shirt to transform it into a crop top and also used it as a bandage for her head. As she was patching up, she could hear screams on the island, not too far from here. Alexandra heard a man yelling out for survivors and a girl who is crying her eyes out. There were people on the island, she wasn't alone! She used most of her strength to stand up. Alexandra was wobbly for a little bit but soon regained her balance and tried to limp over towards the voices. " HOLA!!" She yelled back over, she couldn't figure out what language they were talking in so she talked in her native tongue. Alexandra didn't consider these people to be threats, most were just ordinary citizens who were just scared but she held on tight to her knife just in case. She slowly walked for a while until she could see the figures in view, she stopped behind a rock to rest her worn out legs, she needed water and food in order to last long on the island until help comes. No doubt the body count would be high, Alexandra shook off the disturbing thought an decided to take a moment and recover from the crash. She hoped that she wouldn't be stuck on this island for long as she had a job to complete. Alexandra suddenly heard other voices talking normally as if they weren't even affected by the plane. She wondered how that could even happen. But no matter what Alexandra would get through this with or without these survivors. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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EmpVirgo (#86738)
Deathlord of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-08-31 16:34:33 |
Caine had heard someone screaming, he heard someone calling for help and he heard two people having a normal conversation, the weirdness of the situation had him instinctively reaching for his gun. "Fuck....." He muttered under his breath when he realized again that he didn't have it. He bit his lip, at this moment he needed to know how many people were injured and who would make it or not. He ran a hand through his hair. "I fucking hate the beach." He muttered, he was used to being home which wasn't even close to the water and it was almost always cold. "Hola! ¿estás herida ? ¿Puedes escucharme yo?" Caine called out, he had recognized one of the shouts as Spanish, a lot of the men Caine had recruited to be his hitmen were Hispanic, so learning Spanish was a must. He trudged through the wet sand toward any voice he could find. He walked past a body that was literally ripped in half, with ease. He was used to the gore, but what was making him kind of nervous was that he didn't have his gun or any type of protection, "Hello, Is anyone hurt?! Can you hear me?!" He exclaimed and he ran a hand through his wet hair. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 01/09/16 @ 11:12:19 by Caine (#86738) |
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Praxischu (#71297)
Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-08-31 16:53:24 |
Kennedy Elliot|17|Female-Heterosexual|Mentions: Caine and Alexandra Kennedy blinked profusely, sand and tears filled her eyes. As soon as she heard other survivors it was like a weight was lifted off her chest, she wouldn't just die here alone. She tried to respond to the masculine voice she heard in the distance but her voice was raspy and gone due to the constant screaming before. Kennedy attempted to get up on her feet and she groaned in pain once more. Now on her feet, she limped towards the male voice she heard, struggling to keep her balance. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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The Joker Wolf (#93618)
Pervert View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-08-31 19:54:24 |
Vic Blaze | Male | 19 | Bisexual | Location : Unknown| Mentions: None ( Open for interaction ) 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 01/09/16 @ 02:54:52 by Joker (#93618) |
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cinnamonbuns (#72092)
Sinister View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-09-01 01:23:14 |
Alexandra Belmonte| 22| female: heterosexual | mentions Caine " ¡sí Sí! tengo una herida en la cabeza y algo está mal con mi pierna! ¿Cómo se habla español tan bien?" Alexandra spoke back calmly , She was appalled that someone knew Spanish on the the Island. She gripped onto her knife tight in her hand, if its one thing Shes learned its that you cant always just trust anyone. Alexandra was conflicted whether she should go over there or just stay and fend for her self, but in the end she had decided to take a chance with these people to work together. " I mejor no Reget este.." Alexandra muttered to herself. She stood up, and limped closer towards the man. Alexandra stopped when there was enough distance between them to talk. She wondered how injured he really was, was he like those other two who were calm and barely injured? Alexandra put too much pressure on her injured leg to stand But she did not want to seem vulnerable to this stranger right now. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Cosmos (#35140)
Deathlord of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-09-01 01:40:33 |
Jaxton Reed || Twenty-one || Male - Bisexual || Mentions: N/A (Open) Jaxton was busy examining the situation when screams pierced through his thoughts. He wasn't alone after all. A small flicker of hope burned within him. He was trained to react to dangerous situations, and although this was not the kind of situation he was specifically trained for, he was accepting the challenge for survival. Jax exited the shade of the trees and entered the sun's rays on the beach. He could faintly see figures dotting the shore, some alive, some not so lucky. He winced inwardly. Jax momentarily considered the fact some of these people may not be in the right mind after what just happened and could be dangerous, but he knew his chances of survival would be greatly increased if he had allies. "Hello?" He called out, hoping his voice would carry down the beach. "If anyone can hear me, we all need to gather as a group in order to survive!" He knew this was true, and hoped the other's would think so too. He started making his way towards the silhouette's of other people. If they wanted to get some supplies and shelter before dark, they'd have to act fast. There would also have to be a small search party to scout the island in case by some stroke of luck this wasn't an abandoned island. He started going through what needed to happen in order to strengthen the chance of survival. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Knightly (#95073)
Merciful View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-09-01 03:06:28 |
Tobias Engel || Twenty two || Male - Heteroflexible || Mentions: Alexandra, Kennedy, Caine, Jaxton Grappling with undergrowth blocking his approach, a grunt could be heard from quite a distance. Keeping his fighting at bay for just a moment, he recalled earlier times upon whence he had stirred from a slumber. Unpleasantly driving his fingers into wet sand in a sad attempt at what would seem to be pushing himself up, to any outsider. What had caused him to rear into his ponderings? A voice. Multiple, in fact. Scrambling up in disregard to the mundane task of wrestling to get through the ravaging foliage, the Engel rose up onto the balls of his feet, however fairly unbalanced. Listening intently, the male made a few obscene swears in German before reaching back down to finally grip onto the water and sand ridden compass. Sighing with relief, he mocked a composed facade, straightening his shirt and dusting off the variety of nearly inaccessible, miniscule bugs that seemed to latch onto him for dear life. Scoffing, the male acknowledged the briar who refused him his own property with a dull side stare and retort, "Verdammt Büsche", before trotting by in the direction he heard the loudest voices. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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EmpVirgo (#86738)
Deathlord of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-09-01 04:42:41 |
Caine Montovoli> Location: Unknown> Mentions: Alexandra A head wound.... That sounds serious... She might not be able to recover from that. We don't have any supplies, we would only have salt water to clean the wounds but that increases the risk of them getting infected as well. And we have no sanatized bandages to wrap around the wounds. "clases de español en los estudios secundarios!" He called back, a hint of amusement in his tone because he only took Spanish in college and it was just to get credits so he could graduate.... He hadn't learned shit in school anyway, but his father would beat his ass if he ever even thought about dropping or flunking out. As he heard the voices shout out a frown came to his lips. He remembered something his father had told him after he came home crying because he had killed someone. Only the strong survive... I need to see how bad everyone's injuries are so I can decide which ones are even worth helping. he thought and he heard a small faint voice calling up to him, he spun around a few times to figure out how it sounded so close but so far away at the same time. "What the fuck? Who is calling me?" He questions and he noticed someone on the ground reach their hand out to him... It was the man that had been ripped in half. His organs were strewn all over the ground and there was sand on everything... "Oh fuck." He muttered, he was used to seeing brains splattered across a wall.. Hell, he was even used to breaking bones and hitting people so hard their nose caved in..... But this? This was the most of a man's insides he had ever seen. Well not really, he remembered when he had to embalm that man and hollow him out so they could ship drugs out of the country.... But that man was dead. "How the fuck am I supposed to help you? You're fucking torn in half man..." Caine's deep voice muttered as he looked down at the man who couldn't even speak from how weak he was. Caine leaned down and did something he was used to doing. He put his hand over the man's mouth and nose and held it there until he couldn't feel a struggle anymore. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 01/09/16 @ 11:46:29 by Caine (#86738) |
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The Joker Wolf (#93618)
Pervert View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-09-01 04:44:06 |
Vic Blaze | Male | 19 | Bisexual | Location : Unknown | Mentions : Alexandra, Caine, Kennedy ( Open for interaction ) 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 01/09/16 @ 15:46:10 by Joker (#93618) |
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[Side]winder (#71221)
Dreamboat of Ladies View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-09-01 07:38:10 |
Amber and Ocher | 48 / 25 | Open Well, there was Spanish. Amber ignored that, she didn't speak a lick of that, and knew Ocher only had Yiddish and Hindi to supplement English. Nobody was of her interest, and Ocher was... He needed some comfort at least. That made her wrinkle her nose. The stress was going to hit her after a while. "Come on. We're going inland," she grabbed her partner's shoulder, hefting them up. The box easily fit in her other hand. They mumbled something, but they were a bit quiet, looking distant. They followed Amber readily into the brush, only taking a shaky breath. 0 players like this post! Like? |
