Realistic or Modern ~Closed as of now~ Death Changes

[BasicallyMe]

This is all we have done for now lol. I couldn't come up with an amazing name but it'll do for now. We'll be working on it.


@Clairvoyance


@PokemonGirl


@McMajestic


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[BasicallyMe]

Ok, so to make this clear- the roleplay starts off with all of the kids in a car accident and their shared friend was the one driving. The shared friend died obviously and I'll go make a memorial for her on the Overview so we can all know her name and what she looks like bc she'll most likely come up throughout the story.


Jordan's eyes fluttered open, light now consuming the black that had taken over for who knows how long. The thought of it scared him, but what he saw next absolutely terrified him and may as well scarred him for life. The image will never be taken out of his head, the picture of his dead friend lying halfway through the windshield of a red 2005 Buick Century; he'd now hate this type of car. At least the blood matched the paint making it harder for him to decipher the two. His eyes weren't completely focusing- may it be the shock or how hard he hit his head. Sitting in the front seat may've been a stupid choice; tonight was not a pleasant night to win shotgun.


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A groan escaped Emilie's bloodied lips. She tried her hardest to scream and just let out the pain that was shooting all over her body. Right about now would be a good time for a blunt. At least she'd be in a different world instead of here; here is just too agonizing. Blood was dripping from a mystery spot above her eye. Maybe her head? Right now she didn't care though.


Her brown eyes slowly moved over to the right of her where some more kids her age were either unconscious or awake and crying- maybe just sitting there with wide eyes and nothing coming out as well. She couldn't quite realize why they weren't reacting until her eyes met the dead body in front of her. Immediently Em comes to grasp how serious the situation is and she too sits there in silence and unable to come up with a solution. It was too late anyway, her friend had already circled the drain once her chest hit the steering wheel.

 

[McMajestic]

Mari had seen it coming, she supposed. Just for a split second. She remembered something feral falling out of her mouth, something between a growl and a scream, but then it all turned into a blur of cracks and whooshes and blood splattering across her view. Everything had gone dark and she supposed that was for the better. The last thought she remembered before she passed out was that she probably should have buckled up.


When her eyes squinted open she wasn't actually in the car, but rather laying in the dirt outside of it, the passenger door flung off and a piece of shrapnel sticking out of her gut. She whimpered, trying to sit up but failing miserably. The car wasn't too far off. She wondered if anyone was alive or dead, if they'd even notice her absence. Her lips parted to yell for help but all that came out was a whistle of a breath before she slumped back to the ground, a heavy ringing in her ears.

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Caleb had been videotaping the drive on his camera when it happened. The camera flew out the window that was rolled down and he jerked around- his only saving grace being his seat belt- before his temple sacked into the door and it was lights out. He woke up to the smell of smoke, and sat up weakly. "Guys?" he coughed out, one hand moving to his head and coming back in front of his face sticky and red with blood. He instantly felt whoozy, and his stomach twisted into several knots before he leaned forward and puked, unable to contain his disgust with the sight and stench of blood.


He glanced forward, having been seated behind his best friend, their designated driver for the night, and peeked forward. "Hey, Lena?" he muttered weakly, his hand reaching forward to tap her. She didn't move, she didn't breathe, she didn't cough, she didn't even look back at him with the same amused look she always gave Caleb when he was being annoying. Instead there was no movement. He felt bile rise in the back of his throat as she realized his best friend was dead, and he lost it all over again. How had it come to this?

 

[Clairvoyance]

The first thing Miranda noticed upon waking was the smell of burnt metal and blood. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she found herself in a heap in the middle of the road. Her right arm and leg had horrible roadburn, and her head rang -- a concussion, she guessed. Blood ran slow and thick from her wounds, but she couldn't move, couldn't put pressure on the injuries or scream for help.


Ahead of her, about 5 yards away, was the car. She could see the silhouettes of people still inside, but her eyesight was blurry and distorted. She remembered Lena driving, but couldn't think of what had caused the accident. At this point, she didn't care. She needed to know if Lena -- one of the only friends she herself had ever made -- was alive. She tried to move, but a new level of pain raced through her body as she crawled forward. A horrendous scream bubbled up from her lungs, and she collapsed again on the ground. She tried to yell again, but nothing came out. All she could do was hope that Lena and the others were alive, and that help would come.

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"God..." King muttered, groaning and attempting to sit up straight. A sharp pain shot up his spine though, sending him leaning against the door again in pain. His glasses were cracked beyond repair, and a piece of of glass had been embedded in his eyebrow. He was extremely lucky to not have lost his eye, but luck wouldn't save Lena. He had a clear view of her lifeless body in the driver's seat, blood dripping from her injuries and staining the fabric of her seat. Tears slowly began to slide down his cheeks, falling to the floorboard to mix with everyone else's blood. "Lena..."


His head was bleeding lightly from smashing against the window, his lip was busted, and blood gushed freely from his nose. He also had the glass in his forehead, and a small piece had left a gash on his throat. His wounds were mainly on her head, but he thought his wrist may be sprained as well. He had no idea what was wrong with his back, but knew that it couldn't be good. He didn't care about himself though, not in the least. All he cared about was the fact that his best friend was dead.

 

[BasicallyMe]

Sirens pierced Jordan's ear as they drew closer. He let out a small groan in return and in this moment maybe everything would be okay. Maybe they could save Lena- what if she's not dead yet? His eyes trailed back to her lifeless body thrown limp into the windshield and he could feel bile burning the back of his throat. Not because the scene was too gory but just the thought of losing her made him sick. She'd been here with him and helped him through so much. Why did this happen? Anxiety began to engulf Jordan, making him feel even more sick than he did a few seconds ago. It all happened because he was fighting with someone in the back seat. They were all fighting and arguing and now Lena's dead because of it.


Jordan turns his head around slowly and painfully to make eye contact with the officers, EMT's, and firemen that were all heading towards the car. He kept the tears held back instead of displaying them- there's no point.


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Emilie began to cry profusely and she couldn't get her mind wrapped around this image of her friend's deceased body. Every now and then she would choke on her own saliva and begin to cough while still spilling tears. They caused this accident- didn't they? Em couldn't quite remember though because she must've hit her head. The warm trickle feeling of blood still made it's way down her forehead and even into her lap on her one expensive pair of jeans. It was odd- odd that she would even care right now about blood staining her favorite bottoms.


A menacing knock scared her out of her thoughts, so Emilie turned her head to be face to face with an EMT. The man opened the door and grabbed her quite rough, but unknowingly, and laid her on a gurney. The bright lights from all of the emergency vehicles worried her. They always made the scene more terrifying than it actually is, but this time the scene is just terrifying on it's own.

 

[McMajestic]

Mari had been quickly placed onto a gurney, and told to stay as still as possible, but still she attempted to sit up, only for a sharp pain to make her freeze in her attempt and for her to be shoved back down so her shoulder blades pressed into the matting of the gurney. She glanced towards the car, noticing some being taken out of the car, and also noticing one in particular with a bag over their entire body. She immediately felt her tough exterior crack. She didn't even know who yet, but somebody was dead.


A choked sob left her lips and she squeezed her eyes shut. She hated herself. She couldn't believe it. It had been her fault. She had started the argument. She had distracted Lena, she had put everyone's lives in danger and now somebody was dead. She couldn't even remember what they had been fighting over but it obviously didn't matter. Tears trailed down her face as she was wheeled into an ambulance, and she prayed she would fall asleep so it would all end but the loud noises and the flashing lights were all too alive and so she stayed awake, unable to fall into any kind of peace.

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Caleb had heard his door creak open, had felt a weak tug from a paramedic, and he unbuckled his seatbelt and stumbled out of the car, before collapsing. He couldn't put any weight on his right foot. Two paramedics reached to help him but he waved them off. "Lena... help Lena." He was sobbing as he pointed towards the driver's side door. "HELP HER!" he shrieked, stuck in denial. The two paramedics glanced at once another but listened all the same.


What they found was a dead body, and after a few immediate attempts to bring her back to life they called it, and she was put onto a gurney and covered. Caleb screamed. "No! NO! Help her!" he yelled, trying to stand up but failing miserably. A paramedic reached for him, helped him to his feet and he tried to break away and run towards Lena but it was no use. He fell under his own weight and began to shake uncontrollably. No. No, this couldn't be happening.


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[Clairvoyance]

Miranda whimpered as sirens replaced the silence, the wailing rattling around in her head painfully and worsening her growing headache. EMTs, police and firemen surged out of the vehicles, most sprinting towards the car with gurneys but some scanning the area for people -- like Miranda -- who'd been thrown from the car. A man found her lifted her small form onto a gurney, identifying her obvious injuries before pushing her towards an ambulance. "The others...Lena.." She said weakly, trying to see around him. Another person, a woman, pushed her down gently and told her to stay still.


As the pushed her onto the blaring ambulance, Miranda caught sight of the car again. They were getting everyone else out, staunching the deadlier wounds and getting people onto the ambulances, but one gurney caught her eye. It obviously had a body, but it was covered over. Someone had died. She began to panic, trying to sit up and find Lena, but the EMT kept her down and told the man to knock her out. An IV was quickly inserted in her hand, and soon she felt a cold liquid entering her veins. "Lena!" She screamed, trying to move. Her limbs were getting heavy though, and her eyes slowly falling shut. "Lena..."

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A paramedic tugged on King's door, trying to open it and get him out so he and the others could be taken to a hospital. After a few violent tugs, the door was thrown open with the screech of metal and he was pulled from his seat. As they placed him on the gurney, he screamed as the pain returned to his back. He could still feel his legs though, so at least he wasn't paralyzed. The EMT wheeled his gurney away from the scene, passing by Lena as they tried to bring her back. It was no use though. After a few failed attempts, they called her death and pulled a body bag over her.


Once inside the ambulance, King stared at the ceiling. The reality that his best friend was dead began to set in. He remembered that two people had been fighting. They'd killed her. He would never forgive them for killing her, no matter how much remorse they felt.

 

[BasicallyMe]

After a drive that felt like forever, the ambulance that Jordan had been sharing with Miranda came to a halt. The girl had obviously been given some sedatives and was out like a light the whole time. He appreciated this though instead of having to listen to someone else's whimpering and sniffing. Maybe even her yelling at him for fighting with Mari. Was that who he'd been fighting with? Most likely.


A familiar grasp tightened around Jordan's wrist, and a male voice began to tell him everything was ok. Jordan knew this was bullshit though. He seen the dead Lena for himself. Nothing is ok without her. His thoughts were interrupted shortly after the two paramedics wheeled his gurney inside. The light practically blinded him. He'd been out in the cold and dark winter night for some time.


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Emilie's lungs deflated after her gurney was parked in an open emergency room where all of the other peers she'd been with were going to be brought as well. She felt a sudden sense of urgency and for a short moment decided on fleeing or not. If these doctors were going to drug test her- she'd surely get an ear load and maybe even arrested. Her eyes fluttered over to the others filing in one by one. Maybe some of them have secrets too.


"Honey, you're going to need stitches on that gash in your head." A bulky red headed nurse speaks whilst situating Emilie's pillows.


Emilie makes eye contact with the woman and squeezes her eyes shut as if when she opened them she'd find herself in Neverland.


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[McMajestic]

Mari was taken into surgery almost immediately. The shrapnel lodged in her gut had punctured something, though she wasn't quite sure what with all the rapid voices around her. Her clothes were more or less ripped off and she was left in her undergarments as something was placed over her mouth and everything slowly began to grow darker until she was completely out.


She woke up a few hours later in a recovery room, trying to sit up but failing miserably. She wondered where everyone else was, if they were all okay, which one of them was dead. Her eyes shut and she sighed deeply, wishing she had someone around her but it seemed she had nobody. She was all alone-just like always.

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Caleb sat in the waiting room. He was relatively unharmed minus a small cut on the side of his head that needed two stitches and a sprained ankle that had been wrapped. He sat in a hopeless sort of fear, feeling he needed to be there for everyone even though the only person he had truly cared about in the car was dead. And why? Because just like always Mari started a fight. With Jordan. They always fought when everyone got together, and now Lena was paying the price for it.


She had just wanted everyone to get along, to show them there was more to life than the little pockets they all dwelled in, but instead Mari had refused to change and Jordan had... allowed her refusal? Caleb wasn't exactly sure what had gone on there and looking back he couldn't even remember what the argument was about. It didn't matter because it wasn't important anyways.


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[Clairvoyance]

(Super sorry, I've been a little busy lately...)


A constant, annoying beeping filled Miranda's head as she woke up. She grimaced, moaning quietly and trying to shift around in a not-very-comfortable bed. She slowly opened one eye, revealing a stark white room and too-bright florescent lights. A hospital room. She must've been sleeping for a while, because she could hear her father's voice outside somewhere yelling at a nurse.


Flipping the blanket off, she saw heavy bandaging on most of her right side and felt stitches underneath. Her head still hurt, but they couldn't exactly do much for a concussion other than tell her to take it easy. Compared to some of the others, she probably got off pretty easy. She still wasn't sure who had died though, and now that she was awake, it was eating away at her that she didn't know. She felt horrible for thinking it, but as long as it wasn't Lena she'd be fine. She didn't know the others, so their deaths wouldn't upset her.

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"He'll be fine. He's not paralyzed or anything like that, he just hurt the bone. It'll heal." King listened closely as the nurse outside his door talked to his parents, and sighed in relief. He definitely didn't want to end up in a wheelchair. Her saying that he'd be fine, however, was far from the truth. He'd seen Lena -- his best friend -- laying across the hood of the car. She was dead. She had died because of some idiotic squabble between two people who shouldn't associate in the first place.


He was all bandaged up, with stitches just above his eye and on his head. A bandage was wrapped around his neck as well, but he could tell that at least his wrist was ok. He'd be sporting a nasty bruise though.


King sighed as he thought more about the day, closing his mostly-blind eyes and deciding to actually try and get some rest. The next few weeks were going to be hell for him, he was sure, so the young Korean-American figured he might as well enjoy the quiet moments he had.