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{RP}: The Island

Raven scowled at the girl who fell off of her as she sat up and wiped the blood from her arms. She pressed her hands against a destroyed airplane seat to lift herself up. There was no breakage in her legs or anything.. just cuts and bruises and maybe a sprain. Her tan gladiator sandals had some blood on them from a cut on her foot, but nothing major. Her clothes were slightly torn and had small spatters of blood on them.

her outfit
 
"WHAT IS GOING ON! WHEN I GET IN TOUCH WITH MY PARENTS, I WILL NOT TAKE THIS LIGHTLY, WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS WILL- WILL-!" I shout arrogantly, unable to finish my sentence. "Yes, my ankle, I think it is broken!" I tell the girl talking to me.
 
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Raven just looked at them as they questioned, fixing her shoe. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure the plane crashed." She said sarcastically, pointing to the destroyed plane and dead people.
 
Nearing the plane, I head a rustling noise. Oh God. Zombies? No, that's silly. I shook that thought out of my mind and walked through the gap on the side of the plane.
 
*Name: Yaffa
*Age: 23
*Appearance: dark brown hair in a sloppy pixie cut, very tall and very fit/brawny, moderately dark skin
*Personality: blunt and comes off as very abrasive. she saves any tact she has for the people shes fond of, which generally refers to few people or no one at all.
Extra details: she wears a bindi & has a small septum piercing
 
"WHAT IS GOING ON! WHEN I GET IN TOUCH WITH MY PARENTS, I WILL NOT TAKE THIS LIGHTLY, WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS WILL- WILL-!" I shout arrogantly, unable to finish my sentence. "Yes, my ankle, I think it is broken!" I tell the girl talking to me.

Oh dear, would you like some help? I think my arms dislocated but you need more help than me.
 
I wake up with my vision horribly blurred so I keep my eyes closed. There's a loud noise but I can't figure out what's causing it. "Ugh, mom turn down the TV" I shout. She always has the TV too loud, I could hear it from upstairs in my room. Where's my alarm? I think to myself as I reach around for it. Instead, I am greeted by a strange grainy substance Has someone been eating in my bed? I reach around a bit more and feel a familiar fabric: a rough fluffy fabric that could only belong to mom's faux fur of her favourite coat. I gave it a quick tug,"Mom, where are we?", and it flies straight on to my face. My eyes open properly for the first time since waking up and I realise something is terribly wrong. I'm lying sideways in some kind of large metal tube, safely strapped into my own personal seat. "I'm in a plane?" I quickly discover. My window is broken and sand seeps through onto my face. I can see fire now, further down the cabin. I'm panicking now as I claw at my seat belt lock. It's going to be ok I repeat to myself frantically. Suddenly, I'm outside, lying on the sand. "I must've blacked out" I say with my face in the sand. I look up and almost scream at the site before me; people are running around, screaming. Some people are face down in the sand, not moving. I then look frantically around: trying to take in as much information as possible. The plane lies sideways in the ground, it's tail and wings on fire. Where am I?
 
"Now you guys are awake, can anyone explained what exactly happened..."
 
*Name: Yaffa
*Age: 23
*Appearance: dark brown hair in a sloppy pixie cut, very tall and very fit/brawny, moderately dark skin
*Personality: blunt and comes off as very abrasive. she saves any tact she has for the people shes fond of, which generally refers to few people or no one at all.
Extra details: she wears a bindi & has a small septum piercing

{Accepted!}
 
I fold my arms firmly. "I was on my way to Miami and now I'm here?! Ugh..."

I notice the girl's wounds. "Um.. you okay, kid?"
 
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Ok.
Name: Levi
Age: 17
Appearance: Brown hair with golden streaks, light skin, hazel eyes.
Personality: Shy, caring.


-Hiding from everyone-
 
Raven just walks over to the ocean and walks in thigh-deep, letting the ocean water run through her cuts and clean her shoes. She didn't want to be near that annoying shouting girl. First, she had crushed her, and now she's acting like a snobby rich kid. It's not the pilot's fault the plane's engine might have failed or what else.
 
Upon boarding the plane, I hear reckless shouting. Following it, I was correct. There are others. I walked up to them. "Hi. I heard some shouting, are you guys alright?"
 
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