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located in Island of Derp, a part of The Deserted Sandbox, one of the many universes on RPG.

Island of Derp



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Character Portrait: Lizzie Character Portrait: Lucas Bellinger
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The sun.


Lizzie slowly opened her eyes, nearly blinded by the ringing in her head. The sound of the ocean.

Where am I?

With a low groan she pulled herself up, noticing first that there was a billow of smoke in the distance. White smoke.

What happened?

Over the distance of the roaring sea at her feet, a large cloud of smoke rolled up from the wreckage of the plane. Off to her right, a deflated lifeboat was caught and tangled upon the rocks. Her white, lacy tanktop was soaked through, revealing her modest granny-style bra. It was comfortable, good for traveling in. Not really meant to be seen, actually. Fuck.

Crossing her arms over her chest, for modest and due to the chill on her skin, she slowly staggered toward the bright yellow boat turned into a sad-looking, deflated balloon. It was more of a tarp now, really. "Damnit." She turns around, looking for any signs of life. A few luggage bags had floated to shore, but otherwise she couldn't see anyone. "Hello?!"Her voice echoed over the beach, sounding smaller than she had hoped. "Hello!"She tries again. Still, no answer.

Cursing under her breath, she trudges through the wet sand, cursing herself for not wearing jeans instead of shorts, or running shoes instead of fashion sandals. She leans down to the luggage washing up nearest to her, pulling them further onto the sand out of the water into a pile. When she had finished, she had gathered a grand total of five suitcases, three bookbags and two packages. None of her things were among the wreckage.

She stood staring at her pile for a long moment before a sob finally bubbled up. Angry, she begins to pace. It only lasts for three laps around her pile before she slips in the sand on her wet sandals and lands ass-first into the sand. Then came the tears.

Little did she know, that just on the other side of the rock formation the bright yellow lifeboat was clinging to... was someone else on the island; another survivor.