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[Sitting and Dreaming]

Summer time fun time. That was just life, summer was a season associated with vacationing and free time. It was like the hump day of the year. Perfect time to go through a midlife crisis and get out there, buy a motorcycle, travel across whatever country you were in and explore. Be free, run wild. At least, that was what Titus Atkinson thought. He was a young man of many things, most generally someone who accomplished as many goals as possible. This summer was different than most though. He wanted something.. different. What better for a change of pace than a cruise? His parents granted him that wish, lending the twenty-two year old some money for the trip. It was a time where he could relax and enjoy himself, he was getting older, who knew how much longer he'd even want to go out and do things like this before he dove into work ethics even more. Not that he wanted to overthink anything, but.. he already was.

Titus had boarded the ship, nothing but a small luggage, no friends or family around. It was peaceful. The cruise was beautiful, there was a pool, that water was clear, and the days were sunny. Recently there had been some disappearing ships but it wasn't anything that really crossed people's minds. It was beginning to make national news, with the amounts in close proximity to each other. There were just so many similarities in each case, and yet it didn't seem to faze anyone so far. So cruises continued on. Titus, as expected, had simply laid down in a lounge chair for the day. The cruise had just set off from the docks. With a book in hand and a comfortable outfit, he relaxed. It felt good.. until the sky grew dark. It wasn't late, so why was it all of a sudden so gloomy? The feel gave him chills, averting his gaze from the book in his hand to focus on the weather. It escalated quickly, the motions of the water growing harsh and the ship rocking with it. Static was heard on the overhead speakers, the words of the captain inaudible. But it was clear that this wasn't going to end well. Everyone was running in a panic, and Titus was being shoved around with everyone as he tried to get to his room.​

The last thing he remembered was being knocked to the floor. The wind was no more than a gentle breath and in his ears, Titus could hear waves crashing, the coolness brushing against his feet. His eyes blinked open, hands clenching at the warm sand. His head ached, bad. Everything was just.. crazy, wherever he was, it gave him bad vibes. As he lifted his head, his green eyes searched his surroundings, settling on three other bodies. Attempting to call out, without any sound as he began to sit up. This.. wow. As he sat up on his knees, Titus' hands felt at his shirt, he couldn't see or feel any real damage. Maybe he had some bruises, but still. This was weird. "Hey!" Titus called out to the other four bodies as they seemed to stir slightly, swallowing down his worries as he waited for some sort of response. At least, hoping he'd get any.

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[erzulie]

Alana Sinclair

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Location: Island Shore
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Interactions: Sitting and Dreaming

Alana took notice of the other people who were just as alive and disoriented as she. As they drew closer she looked them over. There was a man with a head full of dreadlocks, a girl who introduced herself as Melina and then the man who had been shouting before, Titus was his name. Despite this tragic accident it seemed that it manners managed to remain intact. Alana took it as a small blessing. She wouldn't be able to handle a hysterical person at the moment. "Alana." She said simply. She straightened her posture as best she could. "A pleasure I'm sure." She stated in a calm tone of voice. She turned her attention to the young woman. Alana disregard her question about just how this had happened. People tended to ask the obvious when something like this took place.

"Yes, coming up with a plan would be best. I think that we should find a source of freshwater. Dehydration can kill a person in as little as three days." She said. Alana looked to Titus, her lips were pressed into a line. She was thinking hard about something. Alana noticed his tone of voice. He was putting on a brave front. There was no doubt that he was just as afraid and wary as the rest of them. Alana wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed her arms. "Perhaps we could make a sign of sorts. Something to let any potential rescuers know that we're here."
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Stranded In Paradise

Rory Jackson​

Interactions: Everyone
Location: Island

When Rory's mother mentioned the cruise, she didn't mention that it was going to be hit by a massive storm in the middle of the ocean. Though, he wasn't sure how she was supposed to know that. Hell, no one knew. He just wished he never got on the damn boat in the first place.

''It'll be a great trip for you! You know, since you've graduated and all!''

Why couldn't I have just gone to the club like the rest of my friends?

The events of the previous day were a blur. That was probably due to him knocking his head on the deck after trying to help people find shelter from the vicious storm attacking their cruise ship. Someone close by was shouting, which was the only reason he had woken up.

Head pounding like he just came from a screamo concert, he lifted his face from the warm sand of the beach. A cool breeze that smelled like the ocean and sweet flowers (which normally would have been a comforting scent if this had been a different situation) washed over him like the waves crashing onto the shoreline nearby.

He groggily rose to his feet, his vision swimming momentarily. He rubbed his eyes and dusted himself off as he looked around the island he founded himself on. Three others were around; a man with black hair and green eyes who was the source of the yelling, a regal-looking woman who was trodding around the beach with a dazed look on her elegant face, and a blonde who was currently still face down in the sand.

Rory arched an eyebrow. ''Where the hell am I?''

 

[deer]

melina yvette garcia

Scenario: ship-wrecked and stranded. . .?
Mood: confused and contemplative
Outfit: [ xxx ]
With: everyone who's washed ashore
Mentions: grandmama
Tags: Sitting and Dreaming , erzulie , DatGuyWelbz

"you are good enough"

As she leaned against the railing at the bow of the cruise ship, the wind kissed her hair as it blew in her face. The breeze was welcoming as she looked at the crystal blue water. A content sigh escaped her lips as a small smile formed on her lips. It had been awhile since she relaxed this much. Her eyes fluttered close as she took in the sun's ray that beamed down against her olive skin. Melina's hazel eyes were protected by the sunglasses that laid firmly on the bridge of her nose. Nevertheless, she was enjoying herself as she listened to the sound of the seagulls flying above her and the loud excited chatter that echoed everywhere on the cruise ship.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, her smile grew as she extended her arms, stretching her arms as she attempted to reach the sky. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she inhaled and exhaled, taking in the beautiful scenery before her. The view was marvelous and she wished her grandmama was here to see it with her. Opening her suede messenger bag, a gift she got from her grandmama for her birthday when she was fourteen, Melina found her phone- though there weren't any cell service. Nevertheless, she decided to take as much picture as she could of her trip to show her grandmama later when she came back home.

Moving away from the railing, Melina was about to take a selfie of herself with the view behind her, only for her to get distracted by the movement of the clouds as the sun was hidden away. Before she knew it, what once was a sunny day became a day of darkness with loud shrieks of terror from the skies above and the people below. Soon, the waters weren't as still and the currents became stronger whilte the wind grew louder and unbearable to weather. Melina's heart hammered against her chest as she tried to stay calm during the fright, but the panic of the people on the boat rose as they ran back and forth, like a mouse stuck in a trap. The boat continued to rocked against the high current of the waves, thunder bellowed above, and lightning stuck near the cruise ship. Next thing Melina knew, she was pushed amongst the crowd, not able to find her footing, before she was knocked out cold from hitting her head against the wall from the push and shove of the crowd.

"A la nanita nana nanita ella, nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueño bendito sea, bendito sea"​

The melody rang in her head as she heard her grandmama's low and melodic voice, singing her the lullaby whenever she had nightmares and couldn't sleep. Melina's eyes slowly fluttered open as she groaned, feeling a sharp pain shot through her head. Wincing at the pain, Melina bit her lips to try to bear it, but she could only hear the crashing sounds of waves circling forward and backwards towards the shoreline. Squinting, Melina tried to adjust her eyes to the bright light that beamed down upon her as she licked her lips, only to taste iron on her tongue. Her lips were dry and Melina could only hear the cracking of her bones as she attempted to get up from her position, though could not as everything was sore.

However, at the loud sound of someone screaming "Hey!", Melina winced slightly as her ears adjusted to the sound of the voice. It was far from her but her ears were sensitive at the moment as she felt another splitting headache occur. Coughing slightly, Melina turned around as she crawled to get some water, anything, to quench the dryness in her throat. Being planted in the sand was not one of her greatest memories, but despite that, Melina drunk the water from the ocean, not caring how salty it was. Finally quenched, Melina felt some sort of energy "zap" through her body as she slowly stood up, her eyes furrowing in confusion as she looked around, seeing random parts of the ship laid across the sand.

Her eyes scanned her surrounding as she watched a woman move away from the water, a male that came to, and lastly the male that called out towards all of them. Coughing, to get the mucus out of her throat, Melina slowly walked around. "Is everyone alright?" She called out, loud enough for those around her to hopefully hear her.

Biting her lips, Melina frantically looked for her messenger bag where all of her personal items where located, but to no avail. "We. . . need a plan. How. . how can this happen?" Melina muttered under her breathe before she ruffled her hair out of frustration. Were they stranded here? Did the ship . . . no . . it couldn't. This only happened in movies! Shows! Her eyes scanned the area as she remembered that she wasn't alone, but at the same time, she'd never met any of them before. Perhaps. . .a introduction is in order.

"I'm Melina. And you guys are?"

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[Sitting and Dreaming]

Titus Atkinson ​

Titus' hair was a wreck, but, lord, that word was evil now. A wreck, that was what had him in such a strange situation. An unknown setting, with people he didn't know. It felt as if he were a movie, a show like Gilligan's Island, prepared to begin his acting career surrounded by cameras. But as Titus looked around the island he stood on, there were no cameras. It seemed that the people the young man had washed ashore with were not going to yell "Cut!" anytime soon. Talk about dreadful.. but he couldn't simply stand around. No matter how much he wanted to, he needed to do something. At least to make sure they were alright, and that they were all unharmed. Or for the most part unharmed.. but by the looks of it, that seemed to be the case. Everyone had answered except for the blond face down in the sand and one other young man with dark hair. Titus pursed his dry lips, folding his sand covered arms across his chest.

He'd received three answers. One from a taller man, a beautiful woman walking along the shore, and someone apparently named Melina. Deciding to not stand in place, Titus moved around, gradually taking short steps closer to the trio. "Titus, it's nice to meet each of you. Even under these circumstances.. whatever they are." Titus introduced himself as politely as he could, his tone low as he spoke slowly. His own last three words sent a shiver down his spine, an uncomfortable crawl against his bruised skin. Whatever they are. None of these people knew what was going on, aside from one fact: their cruise ship had wrecked, and they'd all ended up in the same place. An island. In the middle of nowhere. In the distance, there was nothing, nothing but the dark, sparkling water and clear skies. Though he doubted things would stay looking so perfect for long.

The island gave him some seriously bad vibes, though considering the risk of worrying the others more than necessary, he kept his thoughts to himself. Even if they were probably thinking the same thing. "We shouldn't wander far from this spot, assuming that a boat may pass soon, or signs of anyone else being around that could help us." The brunette spoke with a strong tone, though the fear was laced not far behind it. Titus always had to come off as strong, as someone that everyone could look to for help and guidance. He'd be willing to accept anyone he crossed paths with, and even more willing to do what everyone else was afraid of. Titus, however, could never push away the fear he felt. He was a man who needed the courage that others had, true courage. All he had was a false mask.

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[erzulie]

Alana Sinclair

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Location: Island Shore
Mentions: None
Interactions: Sitting and Dreaming ,@DatGuyWelbz, deer

Alana took notice of the other people who were just as alive and disoriented as she. As they drew closer she looked them over. There was a man with a head full of dreadlocks, a girl who introduced herself as Melina and then the man who had been shouting before, Titus was his name. Despite this tragic accident it seemed that it manners managed to remain intact. Alana took it as a small blessing. She wouldn't be able to handle a hysterical person at the moment. "Alana." She said simply. She straightened her posture as best she could. Despite the situation Alana continued to act as she had before, with grace and dignity. "A pleasure I'm sure." She stated in a calm tone of voice as she eyed them. She turned her attention to the young woman. Alana disregard her question about just how this had happened. People tended to ask the obvious when something like this took place. Alana noted that she had seen the girl around on the cruise. They never talked to one another but she had saw her every now and then.

"Yes, coming up with a plan would be best. I think that we should find a source of freshwater. Dehydration can kill a person in as little as three days." She said. Alana looked to Titus, her lips were pressed into a line. She was thinking hard about something. Alana noticed his tone of voice. He was putting on a brave front. There was no doubt that he was just as afraid and wary as the rest of them. Alana wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed her arms. "Perhaps we could make a sign of sorts. Something to let any potential rescuers know that we're here."
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[DatGuyWelbz]

Stranded In Paradise

Rory Jackson​

Interactions: Sitting and Dreaming deer erzulie
Location: Island

Rory took note of the other people's names as they began to introduce themselves. The man who was yelling was named Titus, which Rory found quite odd. He had never meet a Titus before. The woman who suggested that they make a sign of some sorts introduced herself as Alana. As he gazed at the beautiful woman, he tried to figure out her hadn't seen her somewhere on the cruise ship before it crashed. Though, she looked fairly wealthy, despite the sand decorating her clothes. She most likely would have been staying in the better rooms and lounging around the areas he didn't have access to.

His eyes traveled to the other woman, a cute Hispanic girl whose name was Melina. She looked nervous, as they all did. Rory was nervous too. It wasn't every day that you crash land on an island with four strangers. Speaking of the island, he noticed that it seemed fairly inhabited. Of course, there was more of it for them to explore, but there weren't any signs of smoke from fires or any other sources of human life. He shuddered, the prospect of being alone in this island, apart from the others, chilling him to the bone.

He nodded at Alana, agreeing with her suggestion about making some sort of sign. ''Maybe we can write SOS in the sand with some rocks or something.'' He had seen that in a movie once. Though, it didn't work. He figured they'd give it a shot. At the moment, they didn't have many other options of getting the attention of someone who might pass by the island.

''I'm Rory, by the way,'' he said with a small wave.

 

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★Brea Taylor★

Brea had boarded the cruise ship with every intention of enjoying her trip. Rest and relaxation-- it's exactly what she needed. She'd just quit her last job as a barista, after someone complained that she'd given them attitude. Hell, she probably had, but eight hours was just too long of a shift to not get one. This cruise was going to be magical. Swimming, dancing, drinking... she would truly enjoy it. At least, those were her intentions. What happened, of course, was a totally different story.

The ship had just left the dock it felt like, although it had probably been a few hours since. Brea had had time to unpack some belongings, and change from the clothes she'd traveled in into a black tank top and shorts, with a black and red plaid shirt overtop the tank. She didn't plan on swimming yet, as she'd done her hair this morning and didn't want that to go to waste. Running her fingers through her straightened blonde locks, she put her headphones in and left her room, finding her way to the pool where she could lounge in a chair for hours.

With her music in and her eyes closed, she didn't notice the turmoil until it was too late. Someone screamed right beside her and she jumped, hearing the scream even over her music. Tearing the headphones from her ears, she opened her mouth to cuss the person out, and that's when she noticed just how dark it was. She had a little bag of personal items over her body, she shoved her phone (where she'd been listening to music from) into it and fled, like everyone else, with no clear destination.

She wasn't running long before someone bumped into her, causing her to smack her head on something sharp enough to cut her forehead open. Then all she saw was black.

When she came to, she had sand in her mouth. She shoved herself up, realizing quickly that she'd moved too fast when a wave of dizziness and nausea swept over her. She covered her mouth but only dry heaved, considering there wasn't anything in her stomach except bile. When the wave passed, she looked around the little beach she was on, seeing a group of people nearby. "Hey!" She tried to call out, but her mouth and throat were so dry her voice cracked. Clearing her throat, she forced herself to stand and wave to them.

Her forehead wound had stopped bleeding some time ago, but she had dried blood on her face from it that she didn't even know about. But even still, she made her way-- somewhat shakily-- over to this group of people, breathing heavily. "I don't understand... the boat... was there a storm?"

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[nymphadora.]

j o s h u a.

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"yes mama. no mama, i haven't yet. my god, are you going to keep me on the phone the entire day?"

josh groaned as he stood out at the railings, one hand clutching the metal bar while his other held up his phone to his ear. his mother was pounding the male with questions, especially if he had found a girl yet on the cruise. joshua chewed his lip anxiously as his fingers drummed against the metal bar subconsciously. his baby blue eyes scanned the boat as his mother blabbered on, he noticed a girl standing a few meters away from him with the wind intertwining with her dark brown hair. a soft smile formed upon his lips before his mother shrieked in his ear.

"hijo! estas escuchando?" (son! are you listening?). josh rose a brow as his focus returned back to his mother. "si, mama. i gotta go, love you." josh cooed into his phone before hanging up with a groan. the male ran a hand through his hair before returning his focus back to the ocean in front of him. the day looked goregeous with the sun kissing his tanned skin. his contorted into a frown as he noticed grey clouds coming closer. joshua thought nothing of it as he shrugged to himself. he shoved his hands into pockets and headed back inside the cruise.

"run!"

josh spun around on his heels to hear an elderly woman shriek, causing panic on the boat. joshua gasped as a sea of people pushed and shoved. the male tried his best to get out of the crowd but soon, everything went black.

gasp.
joshua awoke to his entire body dropping in sea water. his body felt numb before a sharp pain began to ached in his right arm. his gaze slowly trailed to his arm, wincing at the sight of watery crimson blood staining his arm. "mierda." (fuck.). slowly and carefully, josh stood up onto his feet and dusted the sand off himself. he stumbled onto the shore of what seemed to be an island. "hello!" joshua yelled, pain still aching in his arm. his blue eyes stopped at the sight of a group of maybe two or three people. the feeling of relief overcame him as he scurried to the group. "are you guys from the cruise?" he asked in a huff, trying to catch his breathe as his body ached.

 

[deer]

melina yvette garcia

Scenario: "another day, another dime"
Mood: curious and engaging
Outfit: [ xxx ]
With: titus, alana, rory, brea, josh
Tags: Sitting and Dreaming , erzulie , DatGuyWelbz , apolla , nymphadora.

"you are good enough"

Melina took notice of the male that called himself Titus. He had an air of a leader, someone used to taking lead and getting things done. His strides seemed meticulous, perhaps, or it was just her judgment that he seemed like the person who would fill in roles needed in a large group. Her eyes furrowed, listening to his suggestion of staying near the shore in case someone would come around. She heard a low undertone of attempt bravery under his voice, something she had been trained to pick up on in a way someone spoke and even expressed themselves. But, which island were they exactly on? The waters were as peaceful, though, one couldn't judge a book by its cover, could they? After-all, that's what she believed before getting washed ashore on an island with some strangers she didn't know. Something sinister could lurk beneath the surface.

Her gaze went towards the sun as she used her hand to cover her eyes, thinking of whether it was mid-day or not. Would time be needed in circumstances as these? It would be nice to keep a journal, wouldn't it? She had learned about those who had gone off into the military needed video logs of their day, a way to cope and to keep themselves sane. Would that be needed? But, with what? Leaves? Rocks? Maybe, those reruns of Survivor could help their circumstances, though, believing everything one sees on tv was a sure way for failure, but what choice did she or even they had?

However, dread crept up on her bones as she swallowed her nervousness. Would she see her grandmama again? But, before she could swirl in darkened thoughts, her attention drifted towards the woman. She looked familiar, perhaps a face in the crowd she saw on the cruise ship. Nevertheless, Melina observed the woman, she also exhumed an air of regalness and confidence. Just looking between Titus and Alana, she saw strength in them, but more so in Alana than the male. Hearing Alana's suggestion of try,ing to find how to get fresh water and making a sign to gain attention of passerbys, if they were any, Melina nodded at her suggestion, agreeing.

But, before Melina spoke of her ideas, her attention went towards Rory as he had also agreed with Alana's suggestion. He seemed more different than both Alana and Titus, not as someone who would hold a leadership role, but someone who acted due to circumstances, sort of like her. However, her thoughts drifted towards the blonde haired female. Melina's eyes furrowed, seeing the dried blood on her forehead. Something inside her itched to wipe the blood off clean. However, before Melina could act, her attention went towards another strangler, an older male with eyes that reflected under the sunlight. It perhaps matched the female's and Melina couldn't help but feel slightly withdrawn to the people she was surrounded by. There was a whole lot of them and they were all in the same boat as she. Is it survival of the fittest? All for themselves? Or a group effort?

Melina never did well in team groups, especially since she butted heads with most people. But, currently, it seemed things would go smoothly, perhaps? With a nod, Melina slightly waved at the group that formed in a circle. "It seemed we've all been washed ashore. Who would have thought? Kinda reminds you have the Titanic, no?" Melina made a light jab, chuckling slightly before clearing her throat. "But, I agree with starting a sign, a SOS of the sorts to gain attention of anyone who could pass by and know we are here on the island." Melina started, her throat clearing of her croakiness. "For freshwater. . . there is a method to clean the salt water from the ocean. However, I am not sure how to go about it, especially when there's tools we need. Have you guys heard of purifying water, or rather distilling water? Anyone successfully done it?" She asked softly, her head tilting to the side before her hands slipped through her hair. Maneuvering her hands to grasp the locks of her hair, Melina twirled and twisted her hair into a bun, readying herself to start moving around the island.

"We can also build a fire using rocks and wood found in the forest on this island along with the SOS sign?" She suggested, before looking at her skirt, ripping off the ends of it to hand to the blonde female. "There's a little dried blood on your forehead. Although it's not much, you can perhaps use this cloth to clean it, if you wanted?" Melina finished, smiling hesitantly, not used to talking so much to people at once under tense circumstances.

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[Sitting and Dreaming]

Titus Atkinson ​

Titus' dry lips were pursed in a line, a sign of him being in deep thought. It was him, and five other people. Along the shore was scattered pieces of wood, and they'd, without a doubt, washed up around the same time as the others. And it was clear that they each belonged to the Royal Caribbean, seeing as one had the letters written on it - however, the paint had worn off. Wear and tear from its trip through the waters. Three guys, three girls. That's what Titus counted among the each of them, leaving something else to stand. Were there others? And if so, where were they? The idea of them not being alone gave him hope, perhaps someone to help him. Yet at the same time if there were others, what if they weren't there to help the stranded group? Swallowing his worries, Titus gave a shake of his head and glanced around the others. With a slight frown, he eyed the blonde's forehead stained with dry blood.

He nodded towards.. Melina, was it? Each of them was correct. Rory, Melina, and Alana. With a sigh, the young man stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his shorts. If he were to complain about anything irrelevant to their situation in that very moment, it would be the fact that sand was clinging to his skin. It was the most annoying thing for him, irritating and distracting. "How about this: as we look around for some source of water, we can gather rocks and sticks to create an SOS symbol in the sand. Or we could split up and look separately, though if we do, it'd be safer to have at least one other person with you." Titus suggested to the group, sucking in a deep breath and closing his eyes.

He needed to relax, no matter how hard it was in relation to their situation. Everyone was worried, and everyone needed help. In a way, the scene they found themselves in wasn't so bad, they had each other. A group of strangers.. who they each relied on.. okay, so, maybe it wasn't so perfect. But it was better than being alone as far as he could tell. Opening his eyes after a few moments, he raised a brow. "Anyone objections or other ideas?"

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[erzulie]

Alana Sinclair

♠​

Location: Island Shore
Mentions: None
Interactions: Sitting and Dreaming ,@DatGuyWelbz, deer , nymphadora. , apolla

"We're from the cruise." Alana said to the newcomers. She gave them a once over before looking away. Alana looked towards the other bodies that managed to wash up on shore. They were still, they hadn't been as lucky as them. Alana felt a chill go down her spine. She looked towards Melina when she spoke. Alana was never the outdoor type, so she didn't know any method of cleaning salt water. Titus' idea didn't sound bad at all. "I suggest that we split up. We'll cover more ground that way." She said. "We should probably leave some sort of trail behind us so that we won't get lost." Alana suggested.

Alana turned her attention to the bloodied girl. The bleeding seemed to have stopped which was good. "Do you feel any sort of nausea or ringing in your ears? You may have a concussion." She walked closer to the young woman. While she was at it Alana checked over the others for any signs of them being injured. They would also need to warm up soon before they got sick as well. While they were out looking they could find some things to start a fire.

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[apolla]

★Brea Taylor★

Brea heard the tearing of clothing and looked at the girl ripping her skirt, confused for a moment when she held it out to her. "Oh my god." Realization dawned as the girl claimed that Brea had dried blood on her face, which she quickly verified by reaching up and feeling it. She accepted the piece of clothing that was still damp from the sea water and held it to her forehead. She looked down, grateful when she saw that her bag was still attached to her.

She immediately fished it in for a mirror, finding it and pulling it out to look at herself. Moving the cloth, she groaned when she saw the flesh wound. "Is this going to scar? Does anyone know?" She scrubbed at the dried blood, letting her hand with the mirror fall when she was satisfied it was as clean as it was going to get. She came in to the tail end of the conversation, but she heard two key words that got her attention. "Whoa, wait. Split up? Is that really such a good idea?"

Looking around the part of the island she could see, she knew she was out of her element. But before she could comment further, another one of the women asked her about nausea and ringing in her ears. She shook her head. "No nausea since I woke up a few minutes ago." She paused, then asked, "Do you think this is going to leave a scar?"

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[DatGuyWelbz]

Stranded In Paradise

Rory Jackson​

Interactions: erzulie , Sitting and Dreaming , deer nymphadora. apolla
Location: Island

Rory watched on as Brea wiped her forehead with the piece of wet cloth given to her by Melina. Everyone seemed to be getting along fairly well so far, which was a relief. Rory had seen shows where people end up washed up on some deserted island and there was always some douchebag character. As of yet, none of these people seemed like they were a douchebag.

Melina proposed that the group make a fire as well as an SOS sign, which he thought were both good ideas. The fire would help keep them warm at night, especially if it was going to get hot. At the moment, though, it was fairly warm and the wet shirt clinging to his skin wasn't helping. Grumbling under his breath, he tore the shirt off and tossed it to the side. ''That's better.''

They'd also need a fire to cook food, if they even found any. Rory was sure the island would have some animals they would be able to catch and ultimately cook. But by the look of their group, no one seemed to be the hunting type. He then arched an eyebrow at Titus after the man suggested they split up.

''You sure about that, T?'' he asked, deciding to call Titus ''T''. ''I mean, who knows what's on this island. Might be better for us to just stick together for a bit, ya' know? Build a camp and stuff.''

 

[deer]

melina yvette garcia

Scenario: "there's a time and place for that, now isn't it"
Mood: baffled and determined
Outfit: [ xxx ]
With: titus, alana, rory, brea, josh
Tags: Sitting and Dreaming , erzulie , DatGuyWelbz , apolla , nymphadora.

"you are good enough"

Raising a brow at the blonde female's antics, Melina's brows furrowed together in slight disbelief as she watched the girl fumble for a mirror. However, what definitely got to Melina was the fact that the only thing she continuously thought of was the cut she managed to get on her forehead. "We are stuck on an island for god knows how long and you're worried about a scar? There are other things to worry about than one's appearance, princess. Maybe try worrying about helping us get food and clean water since you aren't feeling nauseous, yeah?" Melina bluntly responded to the girl's question before sighing.

Soon, Melina's attention was drawn to Alana, Rory, and Titus' suggestions. Alana had been fine with splitting up, Titus suggested working in a group or partnering up, and Rory and the blonde female seemed apprehensive about splitting up. Tapping her chin, Melina looked down at her feet, seeing that she had one sandal on and the other long lost. Shaking her feet out of her sandals, Melina threw it to the side and it was only then she saw clearly the debris on the shoreline and a few other bodies that didn't make it. Biting her lip, Melina quickly looked away before wondering if there were any other survivors but them.

However, when Alana mentioned making a trail to wherever they walked and that they'd cover more ground splitting up, Melina nodded. Turning to Rory, Melina spoke, "It's not ideal, especially since we don't know our way around the island. However, Alana's right. We need to split up if we're going to last the night." At that, Melina looked at the rest of her skirt, tearing another piece of fabric off as she waved it in the air, "I'll use this and tie it on the trees so that I know my way back. I'll get some wood to start the fire." She finished, as she started to get ready to head into the forest. "Would anyone like to come with?" Melina asked, not necessarily needing or wanting help. But, it was best to go with at least one other person, just in case.

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Stranded In Paradise

Rory Jackson​

Interactions: deer
Location: Island

Rory failed at stifling his laughter as Melina responded sarcastically to Brea's actions. It was pretty ridiculous for her to be worried about a little scar at the moment. Rory had plenty of those and he was sure the cut on his back was going to scar as well. He simply shrugged it off, telling himself he'd wrap it up once they got a fire started and their SOS sign made.

Melina seemed pretty set on them splitting up, Rory quickly realizing there was no changing her mind. He sighed, deciding to just go along with it. He was still a bit on the fence on splitting up but perhaps it could be a good idea. He'd never know if didn't try. When the girl asked who wanted to accompany her, he restrained himself from speaking immediately. He didn't want to seem super desperate to go with her, even though he kind of was. She was incredibly beautiful, and with the shortage of women on this island, he figured he'd shoot his shot with her.

After a couple of seconds, Rory raised his hand shyly. ''I'll go with you, if you want.'' He smiled at her, folding his sculpted arms across his broad chest. ''If you get lost in the jungle, you might want someone to protect you.'' He quickly coughed, about to correct himself. ''Not like you can't protect yourself. I'm sure you've got that covered. I'm just saying you could use some extra...protection.'' He resisted the urge to facepalm, realizing how stupid he sounded. ''I'll just stop talking now.''