Realistic or Modern Stranded and Unfamiliar

[Wolfypuffs]

Sebastian wrapped his arms tighter around the suitcase he had managed to snag, shutting his eyes tightly again as the waves roared around him. Another crack of lightening lit out the dark sky in the distance, his entire body going rigid with fear. There was so much noise; truly a sensory overload. Every drop of rain that hit the surface of the water seemed to roar, and the thunder did nothing to help soothe his nerves. Even if he managed to stay afloat throughout the storm, who was to say a bolt of lightening wouldn't fry him into bits? Even worse, there was the possibility of hypothermia. Sebastian felt another wave crash over him, sucking in enough breath until he was able to bob to the top. The nagging paranoia of his suitcase filling with water did cross his mind, but it soon dissolved as he heard a voice scream from around him.

Sebastian attempted to call back to the man he could tell was struggling, still unable to see him among the crashing waves. However, his throat was raw and frozen from the salt water that had irritated it. Even if he wanted to call out, his voice couldn't reach a loud enough volume. He kicked in a circle, his entire body shivering from the cold as he searched in a panic. The only thing he could see was the endless waves, blending in with the black sky the farther he looked out. If one other person was alive, there was a chance more of the passengers had survived. If the survivors could all grab luggage and hold onto each other, there was a better chance. The idea sent a false sense of hope soaring through him, some energy coming back into his body as he finally saw the man fighting against the waves. While Sebas didn't recognize him from the plane, he was sure it was a fellow passenger. Helplessly, and not thinking much, he kicked a few inches towards him, hauling his torso onto the suitcase to hold a hand out.

Soon enough, they were close enough to each other that Sebastian's voice could be heard. Over the waves, he attempted again to speak. "Grab something; quick," he managed to spit out, his voice raw and full of fear as another crack of thunder cut his voice out. There was no logical way that they both could share a small piece of luggage, the thought of giving it up just making him cling harder to the rough surface. The wreckage that surrounded them could be enough. Trying his best to help, he brought a foot out from under him to kick a scrap piece of plane the man's way.

 

[Alixars]

Virginia dreamt of a forest. She looked around, at the pine needles on the soft forest ground, the sunlight shining through the trees above her head. Upon her feet were white sneakers and she was wearing a yellow t-shirt and white shorts. ‘Wait,’ she thought, ‘I recognize this-‘ And behind her a young voice yelled her name and she spun on her heels, the forest spinning around her. And spinning, swirling around her. When she caught herself she was... shorter? She looked down at her small limbs and looked up and saw Marie. Her little sisters best friend. There was a man, tall and dark. There was black liquid pouring from his mouth and his eyes were red, burning and hateful red. He was dragging Marie, she shook and tried to fight him. Virginia looked down and realized why she recognized the clothes. These were the clothes her sister died in. She looked up again at the man, the monster, and ran at him, biting and scratching. He yelled, dropping Marie and his hand drew back and the object his hand came crashing down. Then everything went white.

Virginia woke up as a wave crashed over her, sending her sprawling through the ocean. She tried screamed again, but they were strangled as another wave crashed on to her. She gasped coming up from the water. And shook her head, looking for anyone. She saw a man floating about 20 feet away. She waved her hands and tried to scream, but her voice gone. Another wave hit, knocking her under again. When she came back up, there was yet another man surfacing. She raised her arms again trying to get there attention. The icy cold water was shooting through Virginia, she was already beginning to lose feeling in her legs. She was dying. If she could survive the waves, she would have to survive the storm and possibly lightning. If she could survive the storm, she would need to survive without water or food.

Virginia waved her hands rapidly, knowing she was losing her strength, but she refused to die alone. She couldn’t die alone.

 

[dmgink]

Gunner Beaulieu
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Grab something. There was an idea. An idea that was easily overlooked because of Gunner's sense of panic and urgency. He looked to the other man, quickly swimming closer to the scrap piece of plane being kicked his way.

He soon grabbed hold of it, shifting his weight so that he was leaning on it to float through the water. Waves rolled beneath him and his piece of the plane, and he rocked steadily with them.

"What do we do now?" Gunner knew Sebastian likely didn't have an answer. But he would take anything. Anything at all. He had to know how to un-fuck this situation. If that was even possible at this point. "...We're not going to die, are we?"

The fear, for once in his life, was evident in his voice. The young man wasn't used to this feeling. He was always confident. He always knew what to do. But not now. He had no idea what was going tk happen next and it terrified him to his very core.

 

[ClownPope]

As a wave crashed over him Harvey began to feel his struggle was useless. He'd lost so much already, he didn't have anything to hold on for. For a brief moment the thought of just letting go crossed his mind. He wouldn't have to struggle or fight anymore, just simply let himself sink. His grip started to falter and he almost gave in. As his fingers slipped across the cushion saltwater blasted across his face and into his mouth. He panicked and coughed and spat, clutching even harder back on.

With more fear back in him his head cleared a little. He couldn't die now. She wouldn't want that. He's suppose to live a full happy life. That was the plan. Her plan. His head swiveled around looking across the black waters. He flinched as lightning flashed but in that moment he saw something. Arms waving. A small bit of hope latched itself into him as he desperately kicked towards them.

The cold gripping him made it hard to move as the stiffness was already setting in. Once he reached her grabbed her arm. "I've got you!" He tried his best to yell above the roar of the waves and the rain with his worn voice. Without thinking he thrust the cushion out to her and quickly scrambled looking for another piece of wreckage to grab onto before the waves could pull him under.

 

[Zenna]

Carmen Hill
Mentions: Wolfypuffs dmgink ​

Carmen took several moments to process the situation, her eyes snapping back open as another bolt of lightening and thunder boomed through the sky. Her eyes frantically searched for other survivors, sheer panic flowing through her. There was no way she could last alone, hell, that chance were slim even if she managed to find another living soul. Between the thunder booming above, and the waves crashing into her, it would be next to impossible to keep afloat for too long.

Just as Carmen's eyes latched onto a pair floating helplessly in the water, a wave crashed over her, forcing her back under. Her arms clutched frantically around the suitcase as she broke back into the air, coughing out more of the salty water. Strands of wet hair plastered to her cheeks as she struggled to pull herself further onto the suitcase. As soon as she was able, she rapidly began to kick her aching legs, slowly drifting herself towards them two strangers. The struggle seemed endless as she inched closer, slower than what she was comfortable with. Each kick that she pushed forward with, a wave seemed to force her back equally.

"Hey," She croaked out, her voice hoarse from the water she had previously swallowed. As she began to close the distance between the two, she squinted her eyes to decipher what seemed to be two men. They were most certainly alive, and her eyes lit up with a new determination that she hadn't feel before. The physical sight of others gave her a sense of hope, no matter how slim their chances would be.

"Hey, please help!" She called out, pushing her voice past it's limits. The moment she could grab their attention, the less likely it was that they would allow her to drift away with the wind. Her legs continued to kick despite the strain, her lungs gasping for air at the lack of energy. She needed to get to them quickly, or else she may just not have had the chance to reach them at all.

 

[Wolfypuffs]

Sebastian's head spun as waves crashed around him and the other man, more distant screams surfacing. He could hear multiple people begging for help, and as he glanced around for any sign of them, he could see a few bodies sinking to the ocean floor. His blood ran colder than it already was, realizing that not everyone was lucky enough to grab a flotation device. Sebas's eyes glanced frantically back to Gunner after a while, the numbness that had grabbed hold of his body causing him to shake violently. "Wh-what? I don't know," he shook his head honestly, confusion spreading across his features. How could he know? If he had the answered, perhaps Sebas could stick to his calm ideologies as well. Logically, the best next step would be to try and save as many other survivors as possible. It was the only thing his ringing mind could think up.

As that idea crossed his mind, Sebastian turned his head to see a familiar face among the waves: the man who had held the dog. Next to him was a small girl, he would guess a young teenager. The man appeared to have a similar idea, his gut flipping as he watched Harvey sacrifice his float for the girl. It was the nice thing to do; the realization that he had been instinctively stingy earlier forcing a bit of guilt into his chest. Sebastian was fully capable of swimming in the ocean as long as he wasn't too badly injured or exhausted. While the man that had approached him didn't seem injured or exhausted, there were still people out there. The brief rest had been enough; if it was possible, he could try to gather people together. That's when the next idea hit him: they could group together and try to create some kind of chain.

"Group up," Sebastian tried to talk above the storm, his eyes leaving Gunner to glance into the expansive ocean surrounding them. He wanted some kind of answer, and that was the only one he had. The man and the child were a bit away, but he started towards them anyway. A few seconds into violently attempting to kick against the current, his dulled hearing picked up on a close voice. This time, after a quick glance to his left, he could see a woman struggling. She wasn't too far away, but based on her current situation, he doubted she needed any help at all. He just pointed towards Gunner, trying his best to gesture to her in what direction to go. They could try to keep each other afloat once he could grab the other two. Before he could force himself to speak, another wave crashed over him, this time sending him further out.

Sebastian went under, but it didn't take very long for him to resurface, this time washed a bit away from the others. It took a moment for him to find out where he was in relation to the man and child he had seen, his eyes locking on Harvey as he coughed up more water. It all felt like a horrible, surreal nightmare. The more he glanced around, the more a dread was set in. He caught sight of the man eventually, sighing in relief as he noticed he had already found something to keep himself afloat. Sebas hauled himself further his piece of luggage and let himself go limp for a moment. There were still screams for all around, but most of them seemed to be far off. It would be impossible to try and save everyone at that point, and he couldn't bare to look around. If he happened to lock eyes with one of the drowning and desperate crash survivors, he knew it would haunt him.

 

[Alixars]

Virginia was about to give u when the man she’d heard began swimming over, battling the waves like a knight and the dragon, except, the damsels in distress never looked like a drowned rat, looked like Virginia. He grabbed her arm, his arm still and cold, but willing to do anything to help this stranger. Her pushed the object he had been floated no on towards her, and she latched on to it. He was quickly able to find a piece of luggage to float on. He began to drift away and Virginia felt her blood run cold from more then just the water temperature. She refused to be alone again.

In one hand, her hand was frozen to the luggage keeping her above the water, but with the other hand she reached out and grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him close, clinging to his arm. He reminded her of her dad. He was kind, and caring and soft. Her real dad not whatever he became after the incident. She held on with a grip that could match any and closed her eyes, crying silent tears as she tired to pretend it was her father holding her in his lap, telling her a story, and that this was all just a bad dream, that any moment she would wake up to her father carrying her to sleep, her brother and sister already fast asleep.

 

[ClownPope]

With Virginia now afloat and him with something new to hold onto his head began a plan. There had to be other survivors out there right? It couldn't have just been the two of them. Although it was a slim chance that they even survived. Harvey knew they probably wouldn't last very long out here and they had to get out of the water somehow and soon. His head raced as he looked around the waves crashing around them. If there were others out there they could group up, strength in numbers and all.

As he started to drift a little he worried. It was hard holding onto the float with just one usable arm, the other just flopped limply onto the luggage. That probably wasn't good, but nows not the time to deal with it. Live first, nonfatal injuries second. The moment Virginia grabbed his arm Harvey was hit with a wave of emotion. This reminded him of something. The smell of blood, his shirt dripping and sticky plastered against his skin. And the cold sting of metal in his ribs. A small head of lush dirty blonde curls in his arms. And hot tears streaming down his face. No. No. No. Now isn't the time.

Harvey shook his head and looked around again and then he saw them as the waves rose them up. A man, wait two men and a woman. One closer laying limp. The others a little behind With Virginia holding on he tried his best to paddle towards them and reached out for the man. "Hey! Grab on!"

 

[Zenna]

Carmen Hill
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Mentions: Alixars ClownPope ​

Carmen squinted as she watched one male gesture towards the next before swimming off in another direction. Not putting in any further thought to his direction, she carefully began to swim closer towards the second male, clutching tightly onto the luggage keeping her afloat. The most important part was keeping her head above water, no matter what it took. She inched closer with each kick, an impending fear that somehow she might not have been able to make it.

Waves continued to crash, wind roaring and splashing the surrounding water. There had been many people struggling to stay afloat before, but now there only seemed to be a select few left. The screams of fear had quieted, and Carmen didn't care to think about how many people might just have died around her. She needed to focus on the people still above water, or she just might have gone insane.

"Hey, over here!" Carmen called, stretching her hand out across the water towards the man. She didn't want to risk losing them now that she had finally closed the distance, a new look of fear in her eyes. Her body ached from the cold water, and all she wanted was to find a way to survive, assuming she didn't drown first. Everyone would have better odds together, and her eyes searched for the male who had drifted off. She could see him near another set of people, relief flooding her vision. There were a few people alive together, and that much she could be thankful for.

 

[Alixars]

ClownPope and Wolfypuffs​

Virginia felt the man trying to swim towards the others. Two men and a woman? It was hard to tell with the black waves crashing over and over. Even if her eyes weren’t stinging with salt, her wet, black hair cling to her face covering her eyes. She held on tight to the man and tried to help him swim towards them, but her kicks were futile. They reached the man and Virginia, or at least she though they did. Virgina could see nothing but black. She tried to picture a blue sky, do what every therapist says and “find her happy place”. The sky morphed into bright blue eyes. Eyes like... Virginia thought for a moment and tried to toss the image of her brother from her mind. She could see the man gesture to the arm outstretched.

The waves rolled again hitting Virginia head first and she lost her grip on the luggage. She got pushed down and was surrounded by black. Her lungs filled with water and she couldn’t breathe. She flailed her arm trying to swim back up to the men.

She looked around again for a moment, realizing that she was going to die alone and scared. Just like her sister. Just like her brother.

 

[dmgink]

Gunner Beaulieu
Interacting: Zenna
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"Hey, over here!"

Gunner heard the call over the waves, surprisingly, and he began to look around. He squinted his eyes. Those salt infused eyes. They stung like hell but he knew he had to keep them open. His and everyone else's survival depended on it.

The Canadian soon spotted Carmen kicking her way towards him and reaching out. He let go of his piece of plane with one hand, reaching out to meet her hand with his own. It was a cold, shaking hand, but a hand to latch onto nonetheless. He paddled his longer legs to get closer to her and to close the gap quicker. He ached like hell.

"Hey!" He called out over the sounds of the storm.

"We ought to stick together, find some others, you know." He said once she was closer.

"We'll be safer that way, we think." He meant himself and Sebastian, of course. He was taking Sebastian's plan and running with it.

 

[Wolfypuffs]

Sebastian could feel a spray of sea water hit his face as he picked his head up, his grip on the suitcase tightening. The waves were finally beginning to make him nauseous, and his energy was quickly draining with that feeling. For a few moments, the only thing that could detect was the sharp rain hitting his skin and the roaring waves. After the wave of sickness passed, Sebastian opened his eyes to meet Harvey's. The man spoke, and--although Sebastian was nearly deaf at that point-- he could tell they were gesturing him forwards. Pushing himself onto the luggage a bit more once again, he paddled towards the man and child the best he could.

Before Sebastian could reach them, a wave roared up and over all three of their heads. He tightened his grip, feeling himself spiral out of control and away from the others. Thankfully, his luggage stayed watertight, and he bobbed to the surface sputtering and gagging. Salt burned his eyes as he glanced around, realizing that the child was nowhere to be seen. His eyes rested on Harvey, now alone. "Ah come on," he breathed, mindlessly shoving his suitcase towards the man in front of him and diving down into the inky depths of the water. Although he couldn't see, Sebastian could feel every vibration around him. The waves crashing overhead, the current dragging them sideways, a small hand struggling right under his: the detection was nearly a miracle. With a burst of energy, his rough hands snatched the girl's wrist up, dragging her up with him desperately.

It felt like forever, but finally Sebastian broke to the surface. Blinded, his hair plastered against his eyes and forehead, he heaved the teen to the surface as well, clinging to her in an attempt to keep the waves from washing over her head. Sebastian forced his eyes open, quickly searching the expansive ocean for Harvey. Thankfully, they hadn't drifted too far. Sebas paddled over as best he could, swinging Virginia on to the suitcase she had previously occupied. "Over there. We have to get over there," he coughed, not able to make himself heard above the storm. His hand quivered as he raised it, pointing towards Gunner and Carmen. There wasn't enough time to explain. Not waiting for a reply, Sebastian grabbed onto Virginia's float and hoped the man had grabbed on as well. They needed to paddle the best they could to get to the others. Despite feeling half drowned, he snatched up his own suitcase and began to drag both of them along with him. The quicker the group could get together, the better a chance survival was. If they were lucky, someone would be able to see the floating wreckage and swoop them up. It was the only thing Sebastian could think of: going home.

It took a good bit of energy to get back over to Gunner and Carmen, but the moment he was within arms reach, Sebastian reached over and snatched the handle of Gunner's luggage to pull them in. He didn't bother speaking, instead letting his head drop onto the suitcase in a dead weight fashion. Despite all that had happened, he had a feeling the trip through hell hadn't even begun.
Mentions: Zenna Alixars ClownPope dmgink

 

[ClownPope]

Harvey was relieved when the Sebastian looked up at him. For a moment he thought the man had succumbed to the elements. He was about to grab onto him as another wave crashed over the three of them. And he no longer felt Virginia's grip on his arm.

As the waves tumbled him around he tried his hardest to swim back to the surface which didn't take long with his suitcase. As he broke he quickly looked around, his eyes wide in fear. He just had her. His eyes met Sebastians wide with fear. When he dove under his chest tightened. Now he's left alone. If they both don't make it back up Harvey knew he would be able to make it to the two others in the distance. He didn't want to be alone.

Luckily he saw them pop back up. Oh thank goodness. They weren't too far off. Sebastian said something as he pulled Virginia back over but he couldn't hear what above the noise of the storm. He saw him point towards the other direction and realized what he meant. Or at least he thought. As Sebastian grabbed onto Virginias suitcase he reached out and held onto his. Paddling as hard as he could at this point to help move them along.

His body was shaking as they reached the others. At this point Harvey was beyond exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to just have this over with.

 

[Zenna]

Carmen Hill
Interactions: dmgink
Mentions: Alixars Wolfypuffs ClownPope ​

Relief flooded Carmen the moment Gunner's hand was in her grasp. She wasn't going to die alone, she had made it to another person and that was all that mattered. Her eyes watched as the male began to speak, his voice just barely audible as she listened. Only a few words could be made out as he spoke, though it was just enough to comprehend. Their best bet would be to find the other man who had floated elsewhere. One could only hope that he had found others to group together with.

Carmen's eye searched the waters for any sign of other people, and it didn't take long for three bodies to appear, one only vaguely more familiar than the others. "Over there!" She called over the wind, her eyes glancing towards Gunner for a split second. She quickly began to kick her aching legs, trying to push the two closer towards the group of three. As they grew closer, she could see a second man and a young girl in addition to the male she had seen earlier. Only once Sebastian had grasped onto Gunner's float did she give a shaky sigh of relief. A group of five had a slim chance of surviving, but it was better than being alone.

The wind seemed like an endless horror at it continued to rise up waves and push the group further and further from the site of the plane crash. Carmen rested her head on her own suitcase, praying that someone would manage to find them once the storm had faded away. The one thing everyone needed to focus on was sticking together, no matter where they ended up.

 

[dmgink]

Gunner Beaulieu
​

Gunner started to wildly kick towards Sebastian once Carmen pointed out his location. Despite being a star athlete, swimming wasn't his forte. But he'd made it this long, and he wasn't going to quit now. Especially now that he had more people with him. He was determined to survive now. If not for his sake, for those around him and his family. He held tightly onto Carmen's hand as they moved, determined not to let her go.


Once Sebastian grabbed onto his suitcase, Gunner was honestly relieved. But that left more questions than answers. He looked to his companions, up to the sky, and all around. He found nothing.

"What now?" Nobody could answer that. This wasn't normal. But they could try, damn it. They wouldn't survive here in the water much longer. They would fatigue eventually. Gunner wished he had the answers. He hated this position he and everyone else was in. He hated not knowing what to do; he almost always did during a game. He was good at what he did before. Now, he had nothing, it seemed like. "I think we should find land."

Mentions / Interactions: Wolfypuffs Zenna ClownPope Alixars

 

[Wolfypuffs]

The last bit of Sebastian's energy had been spent from the swim, and unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to even form a plan in his head. Even as Gunner spoke, he didn't know what to say. What was going to happen now? With all five people holding onto each other, the waves didn't seem as brutal. Even so, he couldn't bring himself to lift his head off the hard surface of the case. The only thing that managed to jumpstart his thinking was Gunner's suggestions, his dark eyes narrowing at him with confusion. "We're in the middle of a goddamn ocean, what do you mean?" he asked, blowing hot air out of his mouth in thought, "We need to wait for somebody to find us. It couldn't take more than a few hours."

That kind of optimistic thinking didn't hold up very well. For hours, they drifted on the endless ocean, no sign of any human life to be found. The longer they floated, the longer Sebastian could feel himself losing hope. Five people could not survive in an ocean. There was no food. There was no water. Most likely, they'd die off one at a time, and the disappearance of the plane would be nothing but a mystery. The storm stopped eventually, and the only thing to be heard was the gentle crashing of the now calmed ocean. Sebastian drifted in and out of a feverish sleep, his hands clasped tightly on two of the people's totes around him. Every so often, he would begin to sleep further into the ocean, and he'd have to pull himself out of sleep and onto the luggage further.

How many hours had passed? How many days? Weeks? Months? Years? Everything blended together in Sebastian's mind, and he found himself snorting at himself internally at the thoughts that crossed his head. It had to be the same day, or so he'd imagine. Unless he'd been in a coma, which seemed unlikely. His body slipped a bit further off the luggage again, and he forced his eyes open slightly. Blinding light poured through, causing him to shut them again. With a low groan, he pulled himself up again, deciding that he was now too awake to fall back into a miserable slumber. He tried to focus on the sounds around him as he adjusted to the light, his senses coming back one at a time.

Waves
Breathing
His own heartbeat
Seagulls

Wait, seagulls?

Sebastian opened his eyes wide, obvious shock spread across his expression. Quickly, he picked his head up, glancing at the five people still surrounding him. THen, he glanced behind them. There was land. There was a beach and trees and birds. The air around them was much warmer, and the sun beat down on his uncovered back. Things had changed since the last time he had opened his eyes, and another sprout of hope planted itself in his heart. "Land," he said, his voice hoarse and unsteady, "There's land."

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[ClownPope]

Now with all of them together the fight didn't seem as hard. Now they just floated in the endless sea. It's true it would take hours for help to arrive, but would they even find them. They'd been drifting for so long and with the storm and the current who knows how far it pushed them from the crash site. Or how far the currents moved the plane debris underwater, the black box could be miles away from their original location as well. And if there was any luck of them being found now besides the planes last transmission it'd be that box.

As the hours went by the numbness in Harvey's arm drained away and the surging pain started to settle on. Yep, that arm was definitely broken. He winced and ground his teeth trying to bear it. There wasn't anything they could do right now anyways. His eyes clamped shut from the salt but if he could open them he'd be seeing stars. He kept going in and out of consciousness. Once he could of sworn he heard calliope music but shook it off, he must be losing it. His mind trying to call back to a better time as a distraction from the pain.

At least now he felt a little warmer. But it wasn't until Sebastian spoke that he opened his eyes to question it. Land? He picked his head up and peeled his eyes open just to be blasted with sunlight. The storm must have passed while he was out of it. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted and there it was. Land. "My goodness." He shook his head to make sure he wasn't delusion but there it was. "Come on guys. One last push, we can make it." His throat felt like sandpaper as he spoke. And his body wanted nothing more than to collapse but they had to make it. Gathering his last bit of strength Harvey started to kick forward.

 

[Zenna]

Carmen Hill
Mentions: Wolfypuffs ClownPope ​

The endless expanse of water seemed to go on forever, the deep blue ocean clashing with the bright sky above. No matter where one tried to look, everything appeared to be the same. The whole situation seemed surreal as they continued to drift away, almost as though everything had been a dream. With the plane no longer in sight it was nearly possible for Carmen to make herself believe that nothing had actually happened. If it weren't for the others drifting alongside her, she would have played the entire scene off as another odd dream.

Time quickly became irrelevant as the group floated through the ocean, unable to decipher how long they had been in the water. The salty liquid would surely dehydrate them before they could be rescued. Surely somebody would be searching for the plane, but would they be searching for the five passengers left alive? Carmen's body had grown numb from floating in the water, and all she could do was pull herself higher onto her luggage in an attempt to escape it. Each time she felt as though she felt as though she would drift off her eyes would shoot open, panic in her gaze as she peered around. Each time she had hopes of waking up in the comforts of her own bed, and each time she was disappointed with the sight of the ocean. There didn't seem to be an end to the endless expanse of water.

As an unfamiliar voice spoke, Carmen's eyes shot up to glance towards the owner of the voice before glancing around. The second her gaze caught the land behind them, her eyes lit up with a hint of hope. She barely registered the second man's voice, her eyes scanning the island in awe. They would have shade from the sun, and very possibly could find food and water. She began to force her legs to move once again, assisting in helping the group to shore. The closer they grew, the more details that began to fill her vision. If seagulls were flying around the island, it only confirmed the idea that there would be freshwater and food nearby. The sooner they made it to dry land, the more relief everyone would feel.

 

[Alixars]

Virginia woke up on a suitcase surronded by three men and two women. They looked so tired, their eyes surrounded with dark circles, their hair clumpy and clinging to their pain ridden, grimacing faces. They were looking behind her and seemed to be trying to swim that way. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the confusion and pain in her lungs, and tried to see what was there.

Land. The endless expanse of water seemed to split to show the land. Virginia couldn’t feel her legs anymore from the cold, but she kicked with all her might trying to get closer. The storm had settled slightly, the waves strangling her less. These five hopeless survivors kicked and thrashed towards the beach. The trees peaked up through the horizon and blew in wind like hands waving and welcoming them. The wind howled and Virginia almost heard it calling them.

It felt like hours. For all Virginia could tell, they could’ve been the ocean for the days or hours. Time seemed to slip through her fingers. It felt like it was hours. But then she felt feet hit the ground. Ground. She shakily began attempting to push the suit case farther up the beach until she was in only a few feet of water. She fell to her knees and began crawling to the beach.

Virginia flopped on her back and looked at the sky, unsure whether she should feel hopeful or hopeless.

 

[dmgink]

Gunner Beaulieu
​

Gunner must have floated there for hours. He rested his head on his luggage, attempting to drift off into whatever sleep he could to pass the time. He was just starting to lose hope when he heard the seagulls as well.

"Land. There's land.' he heard Sebastian tell him, and just as quickly, he turned around in the water as quickly as he could. He blinked once. Twice. Three times, just to be sure he was seeing the island.

"Holy shit." Gunner breathed out. "That's our shot."

He started to swim towards the island, crawling onto the beach once he reached the shore. He breathed heavily and with an unmatched sense of urgency. He was shivering from the cold of the water and the light breeze on his skin. He laid on the beach, panting quietly and trying to catch himself. He curled up, looking to the sky above for answers he would never find.

At least he had company.

 

[Wolfypuffs]

The moment Sebastian's feet could touch the bottom of the ocean floor, he released the others, clamping down on his own suitcase desperately. His legs were sore, weak, and more likely bruised; pushing himself against the soft tide was nearly impossible. If it wasn't for the float, he knew he would just drift right back out to sea. Finally, he pulled himself out of the ocean, dragging the suitcase along with him. His arms shook from the effort, and although the case wasn't heavy, his entire body felt drained of life. Sebastian tossed it to the side, wrapping his arms around himself with a shiver. His eyes closed immediately, his body swaying in the breeze as he attempted to collect himself.

Sebastian forced his eyes open after a moment, his eyes scanning the land in front of him for any buildings or signs of human life. The only thing he could see were rows of trees as far back as the sky did. He squinted slightly in an attempt to prove himself wrong, but it was of no use. If there was any civilization on the island, they'd need to go hunting for it. At the moment, Sebas wasn't sure if he could. Completely overwhelmed, he brought his hands to his hair, pushing it back and away from his face. Salt water dripped down his face and onto the sand from where he stood, stilled as he attempted to get his thought straightened out.

The plane had crashed. Somehow, five people had survived, including him. That in itself was a miracle. Now, they were on a beach. He didn't know if it was an island or just a desolate shore, but there were no signs of human life either way. If they were now stranded, the best coarse of action would be to stay put. While the others might not agree, Sebastian was very firmly convinced that someone would have to find them if they just stayed where they were. They could start a fire, try to draw help in the sand, yell at passing planes: somebody had to save them.

Sebastian took a glance around at the people he'd washed up with, his eyes finally scanning them for the first time. The first man he'd come in contact with laid sprawled out on the beach. The girl that had nearly drowned had done the same. He stopped there, glancing back towards the forest. Seeing them resting only made him want to follow suit, but it wasn't a good idea. While he didn't know what circumstances they were flying under, he couldn't be gone for long. His head would be on the chopping block. With a limp, he took a few steps forward, the weight of the situation finally bearing down on him.

"Hello? Is anyone out there?" Sebastian screamed, his voice too hoarse and dry to travel far. Immediately after, he coughed violently into his arm, realizing how dehydrated he was. They were in trouble.

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[ClownPope]

Once Harvey's feet touched solid ground he began to shake all over. Now truly feeling how weak his body was under his own weight as he pushed himself to shore and collapsed onto the beach. Sand immediately clung to his soaked form. But they were finally out of the water. That's one less thing to worry about. Now they had a bigger problem. Besides getting out of there, they need to find drinkable water soon. A person can only last 3 days without water and who knows how long they were floating out there and how long they'd be on this island before help comes.

Laying on his back in the sand Harvey looked up at the sky with weary eyes. A few seagulls flew past as he watched. That's a good sign at least. There had to be fresh water if there's bird around. The only thing is they all seem so weak how would they get to it. Thinking it over Harvey decided a short rest would be a good idea even given the circumstances. It'd be better to have a little bit of energy back before pushing himself even further.

He weakly sat himself up and looked around at everyone laying on the beach then to Sebastian standing and listened to him yell. "I think we're the only ones here man." That sounded more dark than he intended, he paused to rethink. "Save your energy and take a short rest. It wont do any good to exhaust yourself to death." That was a little better but still dark.

Harvey went to lean back and quickly winced remembering the injured arm. At the very least he should wrap it up with something or sling it? He wasn't sure, he wasn't exactly a medical professional. The closest he got to being a doctor was his doctor clown character he'd do in the children's hospital once and a while. And Dr. Gigglefitz wasn't going to be much help right now. He glanced around again at the group. "Can someone help me with this, please?" He said nervously not wanting to sound too demanding as he gestured to his limp arm. Everyone was tired after all and it'd be bad to get off on the wrong foot with these people. Especially since he didn't know how long they'd have to rely on each other.

 

[Zenna]

Carmen Hill
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A sense of relief flooded Carmen as her feet sunk into the soft ocean floor, her legs immediately beginning to move towards the island. It didn't take long for her to catch up to the others who had already pulled themselves onto the sandy shore. She embraced the heat of the sun as she stepped onto dry land, pushing the suitcase off to the side. She stumbled forward as she continued to wander further onto the land, distancing herself from the small waves pushing up against the beach. She had enough of the saltwater for the rest of her life, and doubted she would go anywhere near the ocean again if they managed to make it off the island.

Carmen reached down to wring out the dress she wore, attempting to speed up the process of drying the fabric as she glanced around the island. There seemed to be an endless abyss of palm trees, and the lack of human life was more than concerning. Her gaze drifted towards the man screaming for some sort of response, giving a small shake of her head. Based on their current surroundings, there wouldn't be anybody to respond to his cries.

The reality of their situation began to hit Carmen full force as the symptoms began to settle in, her throat dry from a lack of fresh water. They would need food and water in order to survive past a few days, and based on the three others settled into the ground, their search for necessities wouldn't be happening any time soon. As tempting as it was to follow the others and fall into the sand below, she resisted the urge and opted to scan the island once again.

"We can't stay in the sun. We need shade," She finally spoke with a hoarse voice, her eyes flickering between each person before gesturing towards the trees. A sunburn would only worsen the situation, and could ultimately lead to their death if heatstroke came into play. "We can deal with your arm once we get properly settled down," Carmen directed, anxiously biting her lip as she shifted her gaze from the older man towards the trees. She didn't know how any of them would deal with a broken arm, but surely someone could come up with something. Without another thought she began to make her way towards the trees, not waiting for anyone else to follow.

 

[Alixars]

Virginia heard the fellow survivors moan and crumble, and she knew they were right. They had to get out of the sun. But the sun was so warm, like a blanket on her frozen skin. And the sand was like a mattress. She could fall fast asleep and maybe she would wake up when the plane landed. She’d spend the next month with her dad, her new stepmom and her kids, and her brother. If she wasn’t already tired from the fear of the crash and the swimming through the ocean, the nicotine withdrawal symptoms began to hit her as well. No. She was going to die if she fell asleep.

She pressed her palms into the sand and tensed her arms, lifting herself up. “She’s right,” her voice was hoarse and lower than normal. “We have to move.” She forced her voice louder and slowly got to her feet. Her knees shook and nearly fell. She pushed herself again, knowing no one was going to help her.

She stood and surveyed the beach and the tree line and then the people around her. Everyone seemed about in the same condition, other than the man with the dog. The man like her dad. His arm was limp and he seemed to need help. She limped over and reached out her hand to the man. “We can’t stay here.”

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[ClownPope]

Harvey looked up at the woman. Listening to her speak. He nodded. She was right, they'd be baked out here and the last thing they need is sever sunburn. That'd take the energy and whatever water they might have left right out of them.

He watched the younger girl limp towards him and reach her arm out. Which he hesitantly took and hoisted himself up trying carefully not to tip her over in the process. "Thanks." He stood still for a moment as his legs wobbled then started to follow the other woman. "Alright lets move." He looked between the small group. "Once we're in the shade we should find water. Since there's birds here there has to be a water source close by." He mentally scolded himself a moment thinking they probably already knew this. "I'm Harvey by the way. Just thought I'd introduce myself since we might be working together for a while." He chuckled a little unsure of weather that was an appropriate thing to say or not. They needed to keep their hopes up.

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