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"Welcome everybody, it's fantastic to see all of your enthusiastic faces on board today. It's a wonderful day to kick off the rest of your lives. While we all come from different backgrounds and experiences, let's remember that we do have one commonality: We want to create a better future. Now I'm delighted to explain..." Of course, no one really listened to the tired and rehearsed speech. Despite the two hour seminar that each floor was required to attend per night, they were really all just able to roam and party. The true excitement on ship was all the amenities offered.
On board the cruise ship, each cabin will be paired up with a roommate. Girls and guys have separate rooms, and rooming assignments will be made randomly. Inside the room there were two beds, a desk, closet space, a bathroom, and some were lucky for a wonderful view of the open ocean.
There were three pools. Two large ones on the main deck, and one smaller one on the upper deck. And if you don't like being in the water, there are plenty of chairs to relax out in the sun. Also, there are ping-pong tables, miniature golf, a running/walking track on the upper deck, a weight room, a spa, and much more offered on the ship.
And for the first three days, everything seemed... perfect. The keynote speakers were funny, informational, entertaining. The comedians brought down the house, the musical performances were phenomenal, and the food was to die for.
But...
It was the third night, around 9:15 when the boat started to shift. The seas were growing rougher and restless. Eventually, it began to downpour and all outside activities were cancelled. At 10:35, Captain Lander Swanson demanded to receive updates about the storm, but all communication was down. Not wanting to cause a panic, the information of the ship's loss of ability to communicate with the outside world never left the control room. Captain Swanson remained awake all night as the storm grew worse and more violent. It was impossible to tell the direction they were traveling in as waves thrashed against the boat. The next day didn't offer sun, just more rain and lightning. It appeared a tropical storm had formed right on top of them, or they were riding through one, the captain wasn't sure. Meanwhile, people grew anxious as their televisions no longer worked with the cable, only running the internal channels. A cruise ship filled with two-thousand teenagers didn't help the matters, as the kids far out numbered the adults. As 4:22 pm rolled around on the fourth day at sea, the ship blew an engine. It was a fiery explosion that caught everyone's attention. Sadly still in the heart of a storm, there was too much chaos for any sort of organization. People panicked. Without one engine, another soon blew from being over worked. Now without any ability to steer or keep the ship out of some of the worst waves, Captain Swanson was forced to face the worst case scenario. A massive wave crashed into the boat, followed by another, and another. They began to tip... they began to sink.
The captain was frozen as the Mayday signal was sent out. Their distress would be short lived as the boat sunk faster than it should have, the storm quickly pouncing on the weakened ship. Luckily, life boats were cast off... but the wicked waves of mother nature destroyed many within ten minutes of open sea. Even as little life rafts may survive, some of the teens would be violently tossed out and lost at sea.
The treacherous sea had thrown its fury, and mother nature expended her wrath. But even as this happened, some teens found themselves on the sandy beaches or the rocky cape of an island. This island was quiet, and deserted. There were no other people.
Now you're stuck here, trying to survive the elements, animals, and each other. As the storm calms, so does the water. It returns to a picturesque blue, allowing you a crystal clear look into the shark infested water. The island is hot and humid, but there are bananas and other fruit growing around. Besides sharks, there are snakes, alligators in the swampy portions, vicious monkeys, and even a few leopards.
There is in fact, an abandoned research facility further into the island. It might take an hour hike from the shore, but it should provide some small sheltering from the elements, some first aid supplies, and even some other items: such as some clothing and kitchen knives, wood splitting axe, tools... etc. Either way, it's up to you whether you stick with a group, go solo, try to build a raft to escape, or wait until someone comes looking for you. Either way, you're only help for now are the other teenagers from the cruise. Hopefully you survive long enough to make it back home.
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[center][size=200][b][i]CHARACTER NAME[/i][/b][/size][/center]
[center][img]CHARACTER PICTURE[/img][/center]
[center][b][size=150]About[/size][/b][/center]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (Between 14-18)
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Sexuality:[/b]
[b]Relationship Status:[/b] (They are all still in high school... so this is still important to them)
[center][b][size=150]Appearance[/size][/b][/center]
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[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Weight:[/b]
[b]Build:[/b]
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[b]Hair Color:[/b]
[b]Physical Description:[/b]
[b]Equipment/Items from Wreck:[/b] (You may take up to four items from the ship that you "carried with you" or "found" on the beach. Cannot be guns or weapons above a pocket knife that was sneaked onto the ship. Keep it realistic.)
[center][b][size=150]Personality[/size][/b][/center]
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[b]Likes:[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[b]Fears:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Family:[/b]
[b]History/Biography:[/b] (There must be something actually written for this.)
[center][b][size=150]The Ship[/size][/b][/center]
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[b]How you got on the ship:[/b]
[b]How you got off the ship/ What you remember:[/b]
[b] Other Information:[/b]
Taking place in...
Castaway Island our primary setting
Nobody may ever find out what happened to these kids... or will they?
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Rylie scooped up the plastic water bottle from the sand, peeling off her red plaid button up, shaking the sea salt loose from the clothing. Her body felt scratchy from the sand and salt, but she couldn't shake the feeling of water crashing into her, or the uncontrollable churning of the waves. Even though she was on the white, sandy beach, Rylie saw dark blue water every time she closed her eyes. Falling back onto the sand, she laid there just allowing her body to sink deeper into the warm grainy sand. Exhaustion was finally catching up to her, and her ribs ached. Glancing around, Rylie quickly lifted her black tank to reveal her black and blue ribs. Breathing hurt, and she grimaced at the dark coloring. "Fucking great..."
Being relatively used to injuries, she picked herself up, dusting her jeans off of some sand and limping up the beach and towards the shady treeline. Her over shirt was in one hand and the water bottle was in the other. Rylie could thankfully still feel her grandfather's pocket knife still in her back pocket, next to the lighter. She picked a direction and began to walk, hoping to find others that had survived the shipwreck, or possible debris that could prove useful. Either way, there had to be something useful on the island, or others out there. Rylie just hoped others survived.
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"Anyone here?" He called out, to which was no reply. Panic began to swell up as he recalled the storm they had entered was rough and made him sick to his stomach being a land lover, he had gone to lie down and eventually fell asleep. He frantically searched through his memory and could faintly recall waking up to a thunderous explosion. But then feeling a great pain seconds later and losing consciousness. He must've been knocked unconscious. "Is anyone else here!?" He yelled once more to the top of his lungs, his voice was hoarse and raspy from dehydration, lips chapped and burning from the seas salt. He finally sat down slowing his breathing, focusing on it to get his heart rate under control. Just like he had trained to do so many times before. As reason came again he strengthened his resolve 'If this isn't a joke, it's real, start acting like it' he searched his bag for anything of use. In the outermost pocket he found his multi-tool. Having worked construction with his friends father and friend, he never left home without it. Something always needed fixing wherever he had gone.
Pocketing that he continued his search finding a dry clean pair of socks and underwear which he chose to hold off on wearing. He took his current pair off, rolling up his pant legs and taking off then subsequently tying his shoes to the pack. He planned to walk down the beach a ways barefoot, maybe he'd find a fishing village. Hopefully he'd find someone. Remembering the box he took his multi-tool out, it was a limited edition kurshaw multi-tool having all sorts of odds and ends ranging from a pair of pliers to a bottle open. In this case he changed it out to reveal a Philips screwdriver which he used to jimmy the lock. After his success it revealed a small sturdy hatchet. 'Jackpot' he thought to himself as he hoisted it up. Most of the weight was in the head but it was balanced slightly by some weight in the pummel. Luckily it had a rope that you could put your hand through whilst holding the shaft. It gave your wrist more support and it'd be harder to lose. Instead Thomas improvised tying it to his pack alongside his shoes. After he put his old pair of salt crusted socks in the secondary pocket, and his fresh pair plus underware with his hoody in the main pocket.
He jumped from the boat, but before heading off he decided to pull the life boat itself to the tree line. Which was about 50 yards off. So after a tiring hour or so of pushing and pulling he was confident enough that high tide would not pull it out to sea, he was off. His legs and arms burned with lack of water and he was hungry. Pushing the thought of wants into the depth of his mind, he walked down the coast absorbing the afternoons suns rays.
"Anyone here?" Lilly stopped in her tracks and spun towards the direction of the voice. There was a bend in the island, so the forest blocked her view. It was just a faint echo, but that had to be better than nothing. She began to walk towards the sound, but didn't respond as of yet. For all she knew, there could be people that already lived on this island. Maybe it was just a trap to catch unsuspecting storm victims. Lilly slowly turned the corner and nearly collapsed with relief. There was an older boy walking down the beach that she vaguely remembered seeing on the cruise. She began running now, worried that he'd magically disappear if she waited too long. "Hey, wait!" Lilly skidded to a stop in front of him. "Thank goodness there's someone else here!" She smiled and held out her hand. "My name is Lilly. Do you have any idea where we are?"
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If there were no one older then himself on the island, or any natives, or anyone else. He wouldn't know what to do besides follow the three rules of survival. Finding fresh water, which could be obtained via coconuts. Food, again coconuts or fish. Shelter, which he could easily make, but where is the question. The sun was at about one in the afternoon covering his eyes he scanned the horizon for any other life boats. The current would pull them in, hopefully. He couldn't imagine being lost at sea.
Rylie swore she'd just heard voices as she continued walking along the treeline of the beach. With a pained sigh, she propped herself against a tree, wheezing for breath as her ribs continued their intense ache. The sun still seemed so high, like it was right above her. Swallowing her sandy throat, Ry closed her eyes for a second. "Hey wait!" Rylie's eyes shot open, and she shot forwards, immediately regretting it as she curled up in pain. The voice was feminine and not too far away. Breathing through the pain, Rylie sat up and pushed herself to her feet. Walking forwards with more vigor, Ry continued to listen for voices. They seemed to be getting closer, and sounded like different people.
Rylie was tired of the thick sand, deciding to abandon the beach for a more direct route throughout the lush forest. The long vines kept flapping against her body as she trudged deeper into the shadowed woods. As another vine smacked her in the face, Rylie could see the exit just ten feet ahead. In frustration, she snatched the vine, pulling out her grandfather's pocket knife, Rylie then proceeded to slash the four inch knife into the vine. With another heavy stroke that left her gasping, the vine fell and liquid drenched her.
"Fucking great!" She shouted in frustration, wiping the liquid off her face. It had a sweet familiar taste that was on her lips. Her eyes lit up in fascination, opening another vine and tipping it into her mouth. It was water! With the salt removed from her throat, Rylie staggered out of the woods, stumbling in the sand, with her pocket knife out and drenched in water. She was panting as she glanced at the guy and girl in front of her. I swear I've seen them around... They must be from the ship.
At that moment, she heard a muffled shout coming from the forest. Some of the vines nearest the beach began swaying, and Lilly backed up a little. If a hungry native came flying out, she was done for. There was no way she could outrun Thomas, and he probably wouldn't risk his life to save someone he just met. Not that she would blame him. She would probably do the same thing. Her only defense was her purse, but it gave her a small sense of comfort. Maybe she could throw it at the person's face and disorient them long enough for her to get a head start! Lilly was winding up to throw when a girl close to her age stumbled out. She breathed a huge sigh of relief and then laughed. "I swear, if there is one more scare today, I'm going to die of a heart attack."
"I swear, if there is one more scare today, I'm going to die of a heart attack." Rylie chuckled, sticking her hands up in surrender as she saw the girl had her purse poised to... uh, attack. With a grin, Ry glanced at her pocket knife before sheepishly tucking it away as she panted for breath. Eyeing the bag with an amused smirk, Rylie finally spoke.
"My bad. Just please, don't hit me with your purse." Rylie teased, glancing around. "So, I'm pretty sure I saw you on the ship... unless, of course, you live here. If that's the case, mind if I reserve a room or something. Feels like my cellphone and phone service didn't make it off the ship." Ry patted her pockets for added humor. As she did so, she winced from her ribs.
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Thomas somehow didnt care at this point his headache was a full on migraine.
Booming as it were he'd be able to dodge anything besides a gun if he needed to,
but he was to lazy at this junction to go into a stance. He did however curve his feet inwards.
It would be a start and only take half a second or him to get into a one of his choosing.
Then he saw Rylie, the girl his cabin mate had a crush on.
Her joke would have normally been funny but Tom was in no mood, though she did look wet.
It sparked Tom's interest, "Did you just come from the sea? Why are you wet?" He asked being
one who goes straight to the point. Especially in a situation like this. He hasn't used his working
tone all trip because it was usually off putting and not good for social occasions but in this
case, there was a job to get done. A very important job of survival. She had winced, her body language
spoke of a physical injury, he beat himself up for not being considerate "Where do you hurt?" he
continued pointing. He has some basic experience with injuries having obtained and given so many of
his own in the past. But he'd only help if he could and her injury could hinder them.
"I'm fine, really." Rylie offered a blinding smirk that she'd use on all the of her dad's work friends to win them over. It was a bit of a habit now. "What a pleasure to put such a mesmerizing name to such a beautiful face, Lilly. Especially on such a freaking amazing island." The last bit was muttered sarcastically, as Rylie rolled her eyes with an easygoing, flirtatious grin. "I'm not sure if I'd call it swimming though. Pretty sure I just flailed around to keep my head above the damn waves." Rylie also chuckled at the guy's serious face. He seemed like a straight to the point person. But also was caring, considering he was so quick to spot her slight slip up. "Anyways, I'm Rylie. And today, I'll be your tour guide." With a smirk and a wink, Ry also held her hand out to the guy. "Did you take a swim as well?"
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Pantheran wrote:I like to reserve a character. I will do it by tomorrow :)
EDIT: Sorry but I can't submit my character atm. My internet keeps lagging and it won't be fixed until Thursday. But if there's still a free spot left then, I will definitely join ^^
No problem :) I totally understand internet problems, and I can't wait for Thursday. ^.^
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