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Intro: We are trapped on an Island. We have to make our survival here

ME:
name: Ken
Age:15
Sex:male
Clothing:ragged pair of pants, torn tshirt, no shoes
Possesions: A little pocket knife

I sit on the side of the beach, looking for a ship, or anything. There is nothing.

I sigh.

name: Jordan
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Clothing: A pair of faded blue jeans that are cut messily to just above her knee, and a plain white tank top. Wears black and white sneakers.
Possessions: A lighter that is low on fluid

It has been a while since I found myself on this island, with only this lighter in my hand to help me.
The sand is getting annoyingly hot, so I have to stand up from burning myself. Luckily my sneaks will cover my feet for a while, but I'm not sure how long they will last.

No sign of rescue yet. I squint my eyes and gaze towards the horizon, searching for a plane, or a ship, anything that meant hope to get back home.
Shoving the lighter into my pocket, I sigh and walk down the sides of the beach.
Might as well figure out this place since it may take some time till I am found.

I gaze out, then see a girl on the beach.

"No way..." I say to myself.

I start to sprint down the surf, and I see her turn towards me. I run next to her, and just stare at her, astonished.
I feel a wave of joy.

"Yes!!!!!!!" I cry, Leaping into the air. I throw my arms around her, laughing.

Alright, not what I've been expecting. I almost jump as a boy comes running full speed towards me.
'Well. I guess I'm not the only one stuck here.' I mutter to myself as he cries a yes, wrapping his arms around me.
Talk about awkward.

'Umm.. Hi?' I manage to say, my face feeling a bit hot. I somehow manage to pry myself from his grip.
It was relieving, though, to know there will be some social life on this island.
I guess I should introduce myself though.
'I'm Jordan.' Too simple? Maybe, but it is casual, and its not like we're anywhere formal.

I step back, and blush a little.

"I'm sorry.." I say. "I just havn't seen another person in like..." I count in my head. "A month, mabey?" I extend my hand. "I'm Ken. Sorry about my rusty people skills." I hope silently that she doesn't think I've gone crazy or something.

Laughing, I accept his hand.
'Awe, that's alright. I probably would've been the exact same.' It was the truth. Living in a world where technology is our survival does things to you, take that away and you lose your mind in ways. I bet I could go on though, that is, if I haven't already lived in the city.

'Been here a while eh?' I said curiously, raising an eyebrow through a giggle.
Looking around, I take in more of the island. Food on trees, that's a good sign. Hopefully fish in the water.
I don't think the water would be good to drink, but I think I remember a little science lesson about filtering without machines.. The problem is finding the supplies.
Other than that, I think we could survive until rescue.

"Well, I built a lean to over up on that plateau," I say pointing. "I've got a little bit of fish up there, if you're hungry. How long has it been since you ate?"

(This is my first RP on this site, so sorry if I'm rusty at all)

name: Clara Bingly
Age:16
Sex:female
Clothing: a white summer dress, torn up at the bottem and a little blood stained in places
Possesions: A pair of hair chop-sticks and a bag full of writing materials

Suddenly over head a small plane flew accross the sky in a spiralling fashion. As close to hope as it brings the two on the ground the plane takes a nose dive and spins downwards towards the jungle area just past the sand banks.
A huge crash is heard and for a moment the ground shakes violently.
At the crash site a girl, of deep red hair and green eyes, wakes, a gash on her head from the landing. It was strange to see such a girl in a private jet as she came round and panicked at the sight of her dead pilot.
Trying not to scream she stumbled from the wreck and looked at the small fires caused by the impact. "Oh my," she swallowed stiffly looking at it with terror. For a moment she wondered what to do, and she clambered back in, to get her trusty bag. It was a little worse for wear, but far better than what she was.
"Where am I," She asked herself a loud. 'maybe there's a town near by...' she thought, holding her head and stumbling to a near by tree where she fell and sat in a dazed kind of way. Unable to think anymore she just looked up at the sunlight through the trees. "Help." She whispered, feeling altogether scared, not having any clue where she was and knowing she was completely alone there.

OOC: Write in first person, just cause that's how I started it, and changing gets confusing. Thanks.

IC
"Crap!" I cry, seeing the plane crash on the Island. "We have to go over there NOW!" I lead Jordan over to the hill where it crashed. summiting, I see another girl looking dazed next to the wreck.

"Shit, are you alright?" I ask her, running to her side. She sways, and I support her a little.

The crash almost removed the flesh from my bones, I jumped so high.
'I totally agree.' I gasped, running before I even answered. The crash sight was almost gruesome, a pilot laying deceased in the cock-pit, and a red-headed girl about my age sitting dazed by a the nearest tree to the crash.

'A-are you alright?' I panted as I rushed over. Her dress was tattered and blood-stained. The sight of the blood almost made me lose half my stomach. I looked quickly away and back to the plane, hoping there weren't any others that suffered the same fate as the pilot lying inside.
'Were there others?' I heard myself say, the words coming from my sub-conscious, since I obviously didn't think about saying the words aloud.

OOC: Sorry, I will do...

IC:
I looked up at the girl and then at the boy, feeling light headed and in shock. Shaking I gasped for breath as I had denied myself it in worry.
"I'm, I'm... Not sure whether I'm okay as I am apparently seeing things." I held my hand to my gashed head and felt the deep, searing sting. "Others? No, no others... I was on my way home to my parents, but the plane, it started to hurtle and the next thing I knew, I was here..." I babbled loosely, trying to place my words together but as I tried to speak, things came out a muttered jumble.
Looking back at the boy I blinked several times, unsure of what to make of him and then to the girl again in just the same disconnected way. "Are you real, I mean really real, or am I just seeing things?" I asked as my vision blurred over.

"We're definitely real," I say to clara. I add towards Jordan, "Jordan, we have to get her over to the shelter. There's clean water and food there." I tug off my torn shirt, and bandage clara's head, slowing the bloodflow. I grab her shoulders, and tell jordan to get her feet.

'I guess we're real.' I answered, patting my arms and waist, then bending over to drag my finger across the hot sand.
'I wouldn't be able to do this if I wasn't' I almost laughed.

Nodding in reply to Ken's comment, I added.
'Yeah. Maybe we should, you'll have to lead the way since I don't even know where we're going.' I got up and held out my hand to help the girl up.
'You need to get cleaned up. Well, as best as you can get.'

I lead the two girls to the camp I had set up. A little natural spring trikles into a coconut shell I had left to catch water. I lift it up, and hand it to Clara.

"I've been drinking this, and I'm not dead yet, so it should be good." I grin a little. I stand up. "I could go over somewhere else if you were planing to clean up a little".

I looked at Jordan and then towards Ken with a light smile as I drunk the water. I was so thirsty that I almost seemed desperate gulping it down so quickly.
"Thank you very much," I said feeling the bandage on my fore head, "for everything, but I could always find another place to get cleaned up. You two have already gone through way to much trouble because of me." I took a few more sips of the water and wiped my mouth, feeling a little better after all that had happened. My head didn't spin any more and things were in full focus again, which I think is a rather good sign.
"Do you know of any spots I can clean up at?" I asked putting the coconut shell down.

"The only fresh water I've been able to find is in this spring", I say, gesturing to the little fountain of water. "It does pool up a little bit away from here, if you want to bathe."

'It's not a problem, really.' I said, waving my hand reassuringly. 'This is my third day on this island here. My boat sunk somewhere out... uhh.' I couldn't really remember where I sank. Just remembered the aching longing to get to shore before my legs gave out.
I took out my lighter and flicked it on, the dancing flame calming my nerves a bit.
'I do have a source of fire too, but I'm not sure how long it will hold, since the swim to shore took some of the fluid..' I said, flicking the lighter back off.
I only took a small amount of water, just about enough to quench my thirst. Only the minute I felt like I was good did the burning in my throat spark up once again. I ignored it.

seeing Jordan only sip the water, I push the cup back to her.
"You're no good to anybody if you're dehydrated,". I try to smile a little. "There will ba enough water..." I drop my tone a little on the last sylables. I didn't mean to. I stare at the cup, praying that I was right.

name: Tasha
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Clothing: Blue jeans and a pink t-shirt
Possesions: A dog (jack russell) and my cell phone

Flying in my parachute, i realize something is wrong. The wind starts to blow up and im flying way too fast.
I cant see the shore anymore. I try to turn the parachute but it has too much speed. Suddenly i can see a tiny spot in the horizon. Finally! I thought. Maybe there was somebody that could help me. I have no idea how they can help but it flashes the hope a little bit. The wind gets stronger and im moving faster than ive ever done before. I hold my hands to protect my eyes from drying out in the strong wind as i suddenly stop.
-Oh my god! i cry as i look down. I was hanging in a palm at least 20 metres from the ground.
-Help! Somebody?!

I felt my eyebrow raise slightly.
'What if there isn't.' I asked. It was a rhetorical question obviously, I didn't expect an answer. 'In my opinion, it looks like we don't get much rainfall here. And if we do, it could may as well be a life threatening storm.'
The burn in my throat took more, so instead I took another gulp of water. Hopefully that made Ken feel a bit better. Sure I didn't want to be dehydrated, but I didn't want to lose probably our only source of fresh water.
The water that surrounded the island was too salty for our bodies to handle, I couldn't let these people avert to that. It would kill them slowly, unless we did find a way to remove the salt from the water.