Naomi Campbell | Female | 17 | Bi-Sexual | Mentions: Anyone That Applies

It seemed like it has been hours that she had been walking down the stretch of beach, only to find no sign of the crash, let alone any survivors. Sweat beaded her forehead and her tongue felt dry and sticky against the roof of her mouth as she breathed hard, trudging through the sand. "Gahhh!", she groaned, partially screaming to the wind. Plopping down onto her butt, Naomi began tearing off her washed denim jeans, leaving only about a hand's width of fabric to cover her pink thong. Sighing in relief, Naomi placed her hands upon her tanned, toned thighs, breathing heavily and looking at the sand. As ocean water washed up the sand to her feet, the young woman shook her head, flinging her head up and running her fingers through her long, flowing black hair. As she preoccupied herself by combing out her locks, Naomi's eyes flickered around to see movement just down the beach. She parted her plump lips and started screaming, waving her hands with her jean legs in the air. "Hey! HEY!", she screamed, jumping up and down and waving wildly. Having been in track and cross country, one would think that Naomi would have the strength to run to the figures she had seen in the distance; instead, being as groggy and dehydrated as she was, the tanned girl rolled up her t-shirt sleeves and made her way down the beach in a slow, lazy, jogging fashion. She held both jean legs and plant journal in her left hand and cupped her mouth with her right hand, screaming, "Hey! Over here!". As Naomi ran, she hadn't thought about whether these people would be friendly, if they food or not, or if they were injured. She just kept on running.

(( idk what the biggest group is, or who is in it, but lets just assume she is headed towards them. ))

Vic Blaze | Male | 19 | Bisexual | Mentions Alexandra ( Open for interactions )

It seemed like the older female tried to talk to him. Her english was a bit spanglish. He gave it a thought, trying to remember what he had learned in spanish class. Fi others? Find Others! the words clicked in his mind. Yo comprende!" he tried to say, he knew he failed at saying " He knew " what she told him but hopefully she knew what he ment. He gave her a quick nod and got up, then he walked off but then turned to give the girls a quick glance. If he leaves.. They will be alone.. But.. They do have that guy.. he didn't feel comfortable leaving them with him, but if the girl wanted him to find help he will. He skidded off through the trees and made it on the otherside. He decided to go north. He yelled out "Help!" multiple times, hoping someone will hear him.

Athena Violet | Female | Bisexual+Heteroromantic | 20 years old
Location: The Beach | Mentions: Alexander [Directly]

Attention returning to the man, a brow was raised in confussion. Didn't he believed her capable of such a thing? Well, he would be wrong if that was the case. While not a bad first impression, he seemed to be the one to take the rol of rebel and i-don't-care type. She erased the idea of calling him 'Whatever Boy', deciding that it would be a more respectful plan to call him just Alex. Listening intently to his instructions however, she doubted that someone else would volunteer, for whatever reasons they all had. "I am Athena.", she introduced yet again. "Well, as far as i know, we are the only survivors, and apparently you and me the only capable, physically and mentally.", she'd explain briefly with a light shrug. A huff escaped while she walked upon she sand, nearing the forest before the beach. "I will focus on a fire for now. I don't want to figure out how cold this island is during the night the hard way. Once we have it, i'll help you with the shelter.", Athena announced, deciding that the farther of the shore, the better, her standing spot would be a good place to build. If it rained, the leaves and branches of the trees above would prevent the fire from turning off completely, before them the lush vegetation. Her eyes focused on Alex, expression questioning by itself if he agreed. It was teamwork, after all.

OOC: I could have continued, but oh well.

Guyz, come one. This can't die. U.U