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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:20 am
You are on a journey to the new world. All your life you have always wondered what it was like. Finally you have found the means to make way on a ship to this wondrous place. Many people are on the ship going towards a new life. New friends have been made, but there is one that stands out. She stays away from most of the others, keeping to herself. There is a haunted look in her eyes and when she speaks, it is hard to understand her. There are whispers about this girl. Whispers that she is running from something...something terrible. What could be so bad that a young girl such as her would be by herself on this ship?
For weeks the ship has sailed the seas, making its way slowly but surely to the new world. Suddenly a storm hits, rocking the boat from side to side, water spilling onto the deck. The storm hit so suddenly that there were still passengers on deck and several were swept over the edge of the ship into the dark sea. The storm continues to rage on and suddenly the ship is thrown upon some rocks, smashing it to splinters.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:25 am
The Island When you wake you are on the beach of an island. Debris from the ship is all around you as are several others from the ship. Clearly you can see that most of them are dead, either from drowning or being thrown into the rocks that the ship had crashed into earlier. There are a couple of people, however already getting to their feet, groaning in pain. Only feet from you is the mysterious girl, her eyes closed but her chest still rising and falling as she breathed. What you do now is up to you......
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:27 am
The Mysterious girl Name, age and everything else will be revealed during the rp ^_^
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:05 pm
The Shipwrecked Boy All else will come to be known as the story progresses.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:13 pm
Everything was different. The noises that she had gotten used to on the ship had changed. Instead of laughter and talking there was just the sounds of the waves and groans of pain. What had happened? And then she remembered. A storm had come up so suddenly that the passengers had no warning. The waves of the sea crashed into the ship, sending several people overboard. The last thing she remembered was the ship crashing into the rocks and all went black.
With a groan she rolled over on her side, finally feeling the sand beneath her. Slowly her eyes opened and she blinked against the bright sunlight. She pushed herself up slowly, grimacing at the aches and pains that went all throughout her body. She was still wet and her dark brown hair hung in ringlets around her face.
All around her were pieces of the ship and people's belongings. She tried to push herself to her feet, but immediately fell back to the sand as a sharp pain went up her leg. Pulling up her dress slightly she saw the piece of wood sticking from her leg and her vision swam.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 5:52 pm
Pain. That was all he knew. White-hot pain, furious and relentless, in his head. A dull, sharp throbbing in his arm and torso. Aching all over. He could not recall ever hurting so bad. He tried to rack his brains for something comparable. And then he remembered.
The ship. Dancing, singing, and drinking on the deck, and then getting sick. Running down to the cabin and spewing all over the carpet. Too much liquor. Failing to clean himself up, but returning to the deck for more. Getting into an argument with the steward on the way above-deck, and then returning to the deck just as the storm broke. Wicked winds whipping out of nowhere, upending canopies, whisking away sun umbrellas, blowing people around like paper. Then the rain. Slipping around on the deck, seeking safety while the wind tore through the sails and scoured the deck of people. Watching with horror as a small child was thrown into the water by the vicious gale. People rushing to get below. Wondering where this freak storm had come from, why they had received no warning, running to get below-deck, and then getting swept over the rail into the water below. Things falling into the water all around him- crates, rigging, people, chairs- and something hitting him hard in the head. After that, he remembered nothing but black.
He felt the pain thunder through him, suffocating him with every heartbeat. He felt something rough and grainy against the side of his face, and a curious, wet warmth in his hair and running down his face. And then there was cold, surging up from somewhere past his feet, covering him, startling him, hurting him. And then it was gone, headed back down past his feet.
One bloodshot eye opened through a mask of crimson blood as he tried to sit up. He got one small glimpse of water rushing back down past his feet, and then simultaneous bolts of pain shot through his left arm and head, and he went down with a strangled cry. He lay there for several minutes as the pain subsided, listening to a cycling roar around him. What was that- water and a rushing roar- the tide? Where was he? He turned his aching head to the side, ignoring the agony, to see sand. Hot white sand and water. There were dark shapes laying in the sand all about him, but he couldn't see well enough with the blood running down his face to discern anything. What the hell happened? Those last few moments kept coming back to him. The storm. People and belongings being flung overboard by harsh winds. And then something new. A loud, grating, crashing sound. And suddenly, he knew what had happened.
Shipwreck.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 7:34 pm
"No, this can't be happening," She muttered under her breath. "No way can this be happening..." Finally her gaze came back into focus and she looked back down at her leg. Clenching her teeth together she reached down and grasped the piece of wood. She closed her eyes and yanked the piece of wood from her leg. A cry of pain escaped from between her lips before she could stop herself. Immediately she threw the wood aside and clasped her hand over the wound. Blood was seeping from the wound. Thankfully it wasn't come out as fast as she expected.
As she looked up she saw others moving around slowly, trying to catch their bearings. There were so few of them. She shook her head and tried to get up again, this time managing to get to her feet.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 7:30 am
He lay there panting, letting everything run through his mind. The ship had crashed. He was laying on the beach somewhere- but where? And he was hurt- he could still feel the blood pulsing through his head, and pouring out from somewhere in his close-shaved hair. His left arm, his dominant arm, seemed to be unresponsive, unmovable through the pain. He brought up his trembling right arm and wiped the blood from his eyes. He cracked open one red-laced blue eye to peer down and survey the damage, but was startled by a shriek of pain from somewhere to his right. His head whipped around, and ignoring the shrieking protests of pain from his body, he looked wildly about for the source of the cry. And there she was.
Long, dark, curly hair framing an angular face contorted in pain. Blood all over her, covering her clothes. She seemed to be in a terrible bit of pain, but she was sitting up, conscious. Without a second thought, he surged to his feet, and even when his right leg unexpectedly tried to give way, he limped through it over to where she sat in the sand. Every movement was agony, but he struggled on until he stood over her. He must have seemed like some strange, ragged illusion of the devil, his thin face sheeted with blood that poured from an open wound in his scalp. The blood flowed down his face, around his wide, blue eyes, and dripped off his stubbly chin onto his ragged and torn shirt. His left arm was equally horrendous, hanging limp with a massive rent running down and across it, exposing the bone and muscle to the sky.
"Are you oka-" he started, but before he could finish his words, he had collapsed into the sand, light-headed, fighting waves of nausea and agony as they tried to drag him back into the folds of unconsciousness.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 7:39 am
She hadn't even heard him coming up to her. Usually she was more alert than that. When the young man asked her if she was okay she slowly turned her gaze up to him. Before she could answer his question, he had collapsed on the sand next to her. She dragged herself closer to him and touched his face. She lifted up his eyelids to examine his eyes. "Hey, stay with me." She said softly as she examined his wounds. This was the first time that she recalled speaking to him. She hadn't spoken to many of the other passengers.
The pain in her leg was a dull throb now. She looked down at her leg and saw that the blood flow had slowed down to a trickle. Her gaze went back to the young man before her. "Hey, what's you're name?" She asked as she tried to keep him awake. There was no telling the damage that had been done to his head and it was possible that if he fell asleep he may never wake up.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 8:31 am
He felt hands on his face, soft and slender even through the blood coating his face, and felt her fingers on his eyelids. His pupils shrank as the light flooded in momentarily, and he gave a shudder that caused greater protestations of pain. He heard her talking to him, but couldn't quite understand anything beyond the softness of her voice, mixing with the roaring of the water lapping up on the shore. He blinked once, tried to clear his throat and sit up, but fell right back down, his head hitting the hard-packed sand.
He heard her talking again, asking his name. He opened his eyes again, and finding her face, looked into it. "Robert," he said of her inquiry. "Robert Wood. And where am I- where are we...?" His addled question trailed off in his dazed confusion as he realized he didn't know her name. He had never even seen her before, but obviously, she was a passenger from the ship, or else why would she be here?
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 8:45 am
She gave a sigh of relief when he opened his eyes and looked at her, telling her that his name was Robert. "We're on an island. A storm came up...our ship was destroyed. There aren't many of us left alive." She grimaced when she saw his arm. "Robert, my name is Isolde." She used the sleeve of her dress to wipe some of the blood from his face. Isolde pushed her hair from her face. Isolde looked down at him, wanting to help him the way she knew how, but it was dangerous. It scared a lot of people when she did help somebody, and there was someone looking for her. No doubt if she tried, they would find her. That could not happen.
"Listen," Isolde said softly as she spoke to him. "I need to get you to the shelter of the trees. Hopefully there are some plants here that I can wrap your wounds with that will help you. Do you think that you can walk just a little bit?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 9:05 am
Robert could scarcely comprehend what she was saying. He had been there, right in the thick of it, and he knew it was true, but could scarcely allow himself to believe it had happened. Island. Storm. Ship destroyed. Few living. Isolde? "Strange name... never heard that before," he managed to say. Her name was the only thing he held onto out of all of her words, as it was too much to think that he'd just been shipwrecked because of a freak storm. Things like that just didn't happen. Robert clumsily propped himself up on his right elbow. He paused as she wiped at his face with the hem of her dress. The movement tugged on his skin, and he felt suddenly dizzy again despite being on the ground, as it pulled at the massive wound in his scalp. A fresh wash of warm blood dribbled down his forehead.
Isolde leaned in close to Robert and spoke in a low, urgent voice, about the trees further upland. Trees and plants that would help him. Help sounded good. But Robert looked around with glassy eyes and surveyed the beach before him. Wreckage was strewn everywhere, interspersed with people. No, not people. Bodies. Women, children, men, elderly folk. Bodies. None seemed to be moving. Bodies.
"What... what about the others, can't we help them?" he asked uncertainly, vision swimming as he tried to look back at Isolde. "We... we aren't the only ones... are we?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 9:12 am
Isolde shook her head. "No we are not the only ones. I saw a couple of others wandering towards the trees. I need to help you first. You're in no condition to help anyone else right now." She stood up slowly, wincing as she put pressure on her leg. She couldn't believe that this was really happening. She knew that storm wasn't natural. A storm didn't just come up suddenly like that without any kind of warning. Not that fast and not that furious.
Reaching down she grasped Robert's arm gently. "Come on, please. Let me help you." Her eyes were pleading with him. She didn't want to just leave him here on the beach. She wasn't strong enough to carry him by herself. She would need as much help as he could give.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:41 am
Robert nodded despite the throbbing in his head. The others were in the trees- good. His cousins would be up there. And if they had already gotten into the trees where he couldn't see them, then they must not have been too badly hurt. He looked down the shoreline as he struggled to his feet, and the lack of focus caused him to end up back on the ground. He cursed feebly, pain coursing through him, but he again took Isolde's hand and pulled himself upright. He found himself talking as he pulled himself to his feet. "My cousins are up there, ain't they? They're alright?" He felt Isolde shudder as he used her to pull himself up. He noticed how she trembled under his weight, though he was scarcely a hundred-fifteen pounds, and looked down to see blood running bright down her leg. "Look, you're hurt too," he said blankly, and staggered as his vision flashed. He let go of her to relieve her of the burden, still fighting the onslaught of pain and sickness.
((One cousin is dead, I think- and the other one will serve well as an instigator as the story goes on.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:48 am
"We can only hope," Isolde said with a small nod as he asked about his cousins. She didn't know who they were, what they looked like so she couldn't tell him yes or no. When he said something about her being hurt she looked down at her leg. "Yes I am, but not near as bad as you are. I got lucky." She didn't protest though when he let go of her. She would walk right beside him just in case he began to fall. "Come on, let's go." Isolde said as she began to slowly walk towards the trees. She stopped and watched him, waiting for him to follow after her.
((okay, sounds good to me))
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