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{RP}: The Island

"Anything to get away from miss princess over there." She rolled her eyes and then walked next to her, letting out a small laugh.

I chuckle with her. "Yeah."

The four of us make our way up the hill. "Maybe we could use some wood for shelter."
 
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I walk through the forested area, squinting at all of the trees through the darkness. There must be some food somewhere... Maybe bananas? Or coconuts?
 
"Heyo, than let's go! The three of us.

I chuckle with her. "Yeah."

The four of us make our way up the hill. "Maybe we could use some wood for shelter."

"We should probably make some weapons too." She said, fixing her ripped black half tank top. Her shorts were ripped as well, but it looked natural since they had already been slightly ripped.
 
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I hobble after the others, trying not to put to much weight on my broken anckle. This is stupid, this is stupid, this is stupid!
 
At the top the hill, I notice large palm trees. And suddenly, I get an idea. "Oh! Oh! I know what we could do!"
 
Me being myself runs ahead of everyone to be the leader. " Come on guys! Follow the leader!" But to my surprise the other girl gets there first.
 
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I go onto the beach area and try and scavange the outside of the plane for suit cases that had not been destroyed. Someone helps and I nod at them. "T-Thanks. Who are you?"
 
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Where is she? I think to myself. The possibility of her turning up and giving me her trademark hug are getting smaller and smaller. I fall to the floor. "This is it then. She's not here anymore" I whisper quietly.
 
I skip to the parallel trees and begin tying the bountiful leaves together in bunches. I grunt with determination, my hands quickly becoming beetroot red. "A-a-almost..."
 
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"Sorry, no, I took mine off on the plane before the crash," I say. "I wonder if there's any game around here? If we can find something for rope, we could set a snare trap for food."
 
I shrugged. Why do I even bother with these people? Leaving the person behind, I exited once more. I smirked to myself and kept walking, hoping to find shore.
 
"Sorry, no, I took mine off on the plane before the crash," I say. "I wonder if there's any game around here? If we can find something for rope, we could set a snare trap for food."

It's ok, we can use a vine or something I reply I grab a big leaf and try to make a sling out of that instead
 
I find a three unbroken suit cases and open them, checking through for supplies. "Jackpot, this one has 3 bottles of water and a packet of crisps."
 
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After a great deal of tugging, I manage to bind the leaves, making a nice roof. "Look!" I grin. "We could get some walls in here with some sticks, too.."
 
Yaffa had been conscious for a few minutes, but had been hesitant to move. She was worried that she might be very injured or currently bleeding to death, but after a bit of resting there in the rubble, the most pain shed noticed was some dull throbbing and soreness all about her body. Finally she decided to open her eyes and stood up, taking immediate note that her left leg was particularly sore.

Unsurprisingly, her frail sister was dead and pinned under larger fragments of the plane. She didn't bother to look into that any further and moved on. In the distance she heard noise, and assumed it was other people, meaning she wasn't the lone survivor. One voice in particular that caught her attention was the obnoxious screaming of some brat.

When she approached the source, she found that whatever fit the girl was throwing was over, and that the girl was now hobbling after some other survivors. Yaffa didn't bother to acknowledge anyone and just proceeded to limp in the direction the girl was headed, finding herself in the beach area. She decided to find somewhere to sit and examine her leg as it was really starting to bother her.
 
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