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Xeios You WANKER!         Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5108 days Last activity: 1418 days |
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Vladimir awoke with a shock. What was going on? One minute he was in the plane, the next...He sat up to his surroundings. Chaos. One word that could describe these moments. Fire surrounded them, beaches of white sand, Pieces of burnt metal littering the area in a surreal way. A smile came to Vlad's face, this would make a great story. He noticed his case located a bit away from him. He lifted his extremely thin body and moved towards it, grabbing it by the handle and stepping back a bit into what appeared to be a forest. The sight was truly magnificent, others panicked as they scuttled across the sand, the water, so clear and blue, marred by a large piece the fuselage buried slightly int he water, most of it sticking out. A reflection was caught from the sun off a glinting bit of aluminum. This was just as he had imagined it to be. Standing shakily Joshua noticed the condition they were in. It was fatal. He quickly attempted to make sense of everything, running for what seemed like a same spot to get a better look of what was going on. The plane had crashed, it was submerged partially in the water. People, people were hurt. He noticed one fellow who appeared to have been hit in the shoulder with some shrapnel. Joshua ran towards that man, and slid him across the sand, trying hard to keep the shoulder from getting too dirty. He grabbed a man who passed by and yelled for him to find his leather medical bag. The man did as he was told and ran to where Joshua pointed. He ripped a piece of the man who took the shrapnel's shirt, and prepared to operate. The bag was returned to him and he quickly opened it, he grabbed the shrapnel with one hand and ripped it out with one quick move. He then examined the area quickly. Good, no arterial damage. he applied the piece of shirt tightly onto the shoulder and wrapped it with some medical tape, he frantically fixed this unconscious man up. He needed to catch his breath, he was doing everything too quickly. Joshua barely comprehended the situation they were in he turned to look for any others who needed help. |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3864 days Last activity: 3760 days |
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| Eric grunted as the piece of shrapnel was pulled out of his shoulder. He grasped his left shoulder as he attempted to stand.
"No time to dwell on me, I'll be fine. Other people need our help." Marika woke to the feeling of water lapping against her head. She heard muffled sounds through the barrier of water around her ears. As she sat up her ears were bombarded by the noise of the chaos around her. |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"  Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1589 days Last activity: 1406 days |
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The soft moan escaped Brady's lips as she slowly came to. Her hazle eyes opened, but could not focus at first. With only her eyes open, but no other movement, all she could see was a haze of gray. Carefully, she reached out, her slender fingers rubbing against the fabric of the seat. Why am I leaning this close to the chair? she thought. It still hadn't registered. Brady Hallahan was laying surrounded by some parts of the plane, and her back against the warm sand. The taste of copper was the first thing to come to her attention. Slowly, she moved her tongue around the inside of her mouth until she found a spot that was slightly warmer than the rest and where the copper taste was strongest. There was no pain involved, however, she had probably just bitten her lip. Next, her hearing began to kick in, her stage of disorient slowly beginning to fade. People were shouting. Now she wished she could go back to the way she was seconds ago. The sounds of the other passengers were chilling, sending shivers down her spine, despite the warmth she felt in the air. She tilted her head back further, to see past the seat that was looming over her. She felt a stream of warmth trickle down the side of her face and instinctively raised a gentle hand toward it. More blood... she thought. Slowly, she inched her fingers upward until she found its source. Again, nothing to worry about. It was just a small gash, smaller than her two fingertips coupled together. She sighed. Now things were beginning to spring to her memory. Just the facts, not the emotional stress that should be accompanying this turn of events. She was in the plane, unlucky enough to get a seat just over the right wing. She was slowly drifting off to sleep when it all happened. The storm. The crash. It all seemed so surreal to her, even though there was proof all around her of the incident. Finally, she tried to get up. First she shoved aside part of one of the chairs that was preventing her from propping herself up on her elbows, then she managed to push some more of the debris away, just enough for her small frame to be able to fit. Then, when she tried coiling her legs up to her stomach so that she could get out, she realized she was stuck. Brady's right ankle was caught between the seat towering over her. She froze, trying to see if she would begin feeling pain. After a few more seconds, she came to realize that it was just discomfort. Slowly, she wiggled her ankle. It was fine. Nothing was broken or sprained even. She just wasn't strong enough to push the chair off enough. With a sigh of defeat, she finally began calling out, hoping that someone would hear her amid all the chaos. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1200 days Last activity: 1200 days |
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| The lights were out. Nothing stirred within the destroyed vessel. Kiler picked his head up, and felt blood. There was a small gash on his forehead, but he couldn't concern himself with personal injuries right now.
"Shit..." Scrambling out from the crushed area, he went to reach upwards, and dragged out his small bag containing his things and clambered out of the wreckage. He could see people. Injured people, dying people. Nothing new to him. It was more of the circumstances that he was thrown into that would piss him off the most. Sighing, he stood upon the sandy beach, glancing around at first the carnage, then the wilderness. He didn't even know where he was. With another big sigh, he reached into his bag, and pulled out his cell phone. It was dying, and he could only make one text message, and so he started. One bar of service, but that should be enough. Apparently, what was left of the plane's radio frquency amplified the service just enough. He ticked out a message: "Complications. plane crashed. unkown whereabouts-" It was dead. The specialty phone given to him by the organization he worked for cut out, and it was next to impossible for anyone else's run-of-the-mill cell phone to reach anyone. This is a catastrophie, he thought to himself. Shoving the phone back in his bag, he pulled out a pack of Marlboro 100s and a lighter, and inhaled his cigarette as he walked over to the wreckage, and noticed a girl, injured a bit. "Hey; you ok?" (Last edited by Clockworkz on 01-30-07 03:39 AM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5108 days Last activity: 1418 days |
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| Joshua turned to the man who he had just helped. he shook his head.
"No, no, sit down. What's your name?" Josh forcefully sat the man down and began focusing on him it seemed like no one else was in great danger from what he could tell. "I could use some help getting people together and away from the wreckage, other than that, if you see anyone with anything more that superficial injuries please call me. I'm Joshua by the way, Joshua La'Fleur." He stared once again the the man he forced to sit down, and pulled his pen flashlight out, searching the man's eyes for notifications of a concussion. Vladimir took in the beauteous sight. Though he found the fire to be attractive, it was nothing like the sight of the sun rising behind the fuselage, casting an eerie shadow over a large amount of land, leaving the fuselage, the people, and the wreckage, immersed in shadow. Removing the details from a existential point of view, to a completely surrealistic, artistic point of view. Giving a deep wrenching sense of emotion with the colors. Something plopped to the ground beside him, and he heard footsteps. Vlad turned nonchalantly and there standing before him was a monkey. The monkey of light brown fur and long tail, what scientists and other technical people would consider a Spider Monkey. This creature was surely domesticated as it approached Vlad's figure, arm outstretched in disbelief attempting to figure out what these things that came here in the fire were. A finger lightly touched Vlad's waist, and the monkey leaped backwards. It began making some noise, a noise unintelligible as it made off through the woods. were it not for it's touch, Vlad would assume that he was envisioning something because of a head injury. Thinking of possible injuries, Vladimir checked himself, and noticed that he was entirely unscathed, no bodily harm had come to him. This was oddly profound to him, all of what had happened had already sunk in, this experience left him only mentally experienced, the way his life had run in the past. A shocking thought of other people came to mind. Vlad glanced around, noting the state they were in, no one seemed to be in true harm, no physical damage for the living. Those who had taken a serious injury appeared to be dead. Every last one of them. Surprising, yet even more fantastical. Vlad began taking long strides into the area of the carnage, taking everything in. Remembering as much as he could, this was great material. (Last edited by Xeios on 01-30-07 03:58 AM) |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3864 days Last activity: 3760 days |
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| "Eric. Eric Russo."
He held out his left hand to shake, and grimaced. "Maybe you're right." Marika looked down and noticed a large gash on her leg. She muttered to herself in russian. |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1589 days Last activity: 1406 days |
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| "Umph...Perfectly f..fine actu..ally." Brady uttered between attempts to move the chair. It wasn't even that the damned thing was heavy. She was just in an awkward position that made it difficult to move the thing without having it roll over on her ankle and then actually break it.
Finally, she gave up and slumped against the sand. She let the back of her head rest in the sand for a few seconds and closed her eyes. Then, she lifted herself up once more on her elbows and twisted her body around so that her right side was now facing the sand, rather than her back. She looked up at Kiler, her hazle eyes blinded by the sun. She closed her eyes for a second and brought her left hand to her eyes. She then opened her eyes slowly this time, to allow them time to adjust to the sun. Her gaze fell back up toward Kiler. "Mind lending me a hand, sir?" Brady asks, her voice soft and her lips formed into a sheepish smile. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1200 days Last activity: 1200 days |
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| He watched her curiously as she struggled, then finally, as she gave in and asked for help, he nodded.
"Sure, no problem." Clenching the cigarette in his teeth, he bent down and heaved the heavy seat off the poor girl, and let her free. Not bad lookin'. Kinda hot, actually, he thought to himself. "Quite a jam you were in. Anything broken? Name's Kiler, by the way. Who are you?" |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5108 days Last activity: 1418 days |
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| Vladimir noticed how people were helping each other, while he was simply taking it all in. They appeared safe for now. Well, as safe as possible. He noticed a guy and a girl, the guy had just helped the girl out of what appeared to be a jam. He walked calmly over to them, noticing that they too were not seriously injured.
"Nice to meet you Kiler, I'm Vladimir, you can call me Vlad if you choose." Vlad smiled. his face was very handsome, and young, but he was so thin, problems with sleeping were the cause. That and his strict diet of eating once a day, only when hungry was his philosophy. Joshua nodded. "Yes, keep still as long as possible. Don't want to put any extra strain on that arm." He took the man's left hand in his own left and shook once. "Nice to meet you Eric. Under such sad circumstances though." Josh stood up and walked around, examining people he came across, no one was seriously injured, it was odd. Everyone who took a serious injury was already dead by the looks of it, there could have been more however. He walked back to Eric, and sat in the sand next to him. Panic setting in, but not letting it show. |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1589 days Last activity: 1406 days |
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| Brady heaved a sigh of relief as Kiler lifted the chair for her. Rather than get up right away, however, she turned herself around so that she was sitting upright on the sand. She brought her legs to her and moved her ankle around a bit.
"Nope, everything's fine." She says finally. "I just couldn't get at the right angle to do it myself." Slowly, she rose to her feet, taking that last precaution. While she didn't feel any pain thus far, pressure on the ankle may have been a whole different story. Once she realized that she was perfectly alright, she brushed herself off. "Thank you." She says, looking up at him. "Brady Hallahan" She says, extending her right hand toward Kiler for a shake, as she ran her left hand down her red french braid. She then turned to see Vladimir approach them. She smiled and nodded politely as he introduced himself. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1200 days Last activity: 1200 days |
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| Looking over to Vladmir, he nodded.
"Nice yto meet you, Vlad." He then took Brady's hand and smiled. "The pleasure's all mine. A shame that we'd all meet under such bad circumstances, though..." WIth that, he grimmaced and shook his head. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5108 days Last activity: 1418 days |
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| Vlad looked at Kiler as he clearly made advances on Brady. Trying to change the subject quickly he began talking.
"Don't you think it's odd that we're only superficially harmed, if harmed at all?" Vlad wasn't a good conversationalist sometimes, he was much more poetic on the page. |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1589 days Last activity: 1406 days |
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| Before Brady could comment on Kiler's statement, her eyes turned toward Vlad. Her head tilted to the side as she pondered the point Vlad brought up. Her eyes surveyed the area. There were still a few fires. Many of the people who had ended up as lucky as they had as far as injuries go, were either out helping others, or had made their way further onto the island. Some were even dragging bodies back toward the ocean.
Brady put a hand to her forehead. Suddenly, she began to feel faint. Her knees buckled slightly, but she quickly regained composure. "We were all in a plane crash." She announces somberly, things were finally beginning to impose themselves into her mind. That statement was more for her than for anyone else. The scene was grotesque. There were different levels of injuries. There were those that were as fortunate as Brady and those standing around her, those who were a bit worse off than they were, and so on, until it got to the bottom of the chain. Those who were either already dead, or who would not make it. Her hands flew to her mouth. She felt sick. She closed her eyes and shook her head. As she did, she spotted something out by the ocean. That something moved, and did so much better than many of the people still around, a sign that this person could be rescued. "They're going to drown!" Brady gasped as she dashed off toward the ocean until she reached Marika. "Are you okay?" Brady asks frantically as she flops to her knees into the water. The water was cold and shocking, unlike the sand, which felt warm and welcoming to her as she regained consciousness not so long ago. |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3864 days Last activity: 3760 days |
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| Marika looked up to the beautiful woman above her.
"Am... I... okay..." < How do I say... right... > ((For future reference, everything inside the < > is Russian)) "I am fine." She spoke with a heavy accent, and hoped she had phrased the sentence correctly. EDIT: didn't even notice that the stuff inside the brackets didn't show up. (Last edited by The Mighty Colossus on 01-30-07 05:45 AM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5108 days Last activity: 1418 days |
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| Vlad went over to the woman with Brady. He helped pull her out of the situation she was in, what with the near-drowning and all. He at once noted her accent.
"You're Russian." (Same with me anything in <> is in Russian and cannot be deciphered by anyone that doesn't speak Russian.(My character speaks 5 languages, BTW, Russian, German, French, Romanian, and, of course, English.)) < Do you speak Russian? > Vlad hoped that she could understand him, it would be interesting to meet another person who could speak Russian at this point. (Last edited by Xeios on 01-30-07 06:18 PM) |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3864 days Last activity: 3760 days |
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| ((Yeah, the stuff inside the brackets don't show up without proper spaces, so the stuff in my last post, and Xeios' last post didn't show up. Good thing we have quote. Xeios said: < do you speak Russian? >))
Marika heard someone else speaking the language of her homeland. < Of course I speak Russian. It is not often I encounter another intellectual I can communicate with. Do you know what happened? > |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 123 days Last activity: 111 days |
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| Michael groans and opens his eyes...he raise's his head and a jolt of pain goes up his neck to the back of his head eliciting another groan...He slowly gets to his feet picking his way to the front of the plane
Hey...Hello!? Is anyone up there? He begins opening up the carry on doors (the ones that are not already open). Looking for his bag he nears his seat and spys his bag on the floor. He picks it up and opens it immediatly checking that his handgun was there and intact.He opens up the locked case with a set of keys clipped to his belt and holsters the Taurus in the shoulder Holster. Now I just need to get my duffle bag...hopefully it survived the trip... Michael slings his backpack and hits his bruised back eliciting another groan. and walks to the back of the plane hoping ot find someone beside himself wiht some medical know how. Michael thinks < if I can just get to my bag I have some medical supplies in there > he exits the plane and sees total choas outside he sets his pack down and looks about for his duffle bag. He shucks his shirt and jacket and his boots and dives into the water looking for survivors and his bag. He spots a young man spluttering in the water and grabs him and brings him to the surface Are you okay? Anything broken? |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1589 days Last activity: 1406 days |
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| Brady looked from the woman to Vlad as they spoke in a language she recognized, but could not understand.
"Russian." She says with a smile. Rising to her feet, she looks over to Vlad. "We gotta get her out of this water...her leg is wounded." She says, gesturing toward the gash on Marika's leg and the blood that was spewing out of it. "I don't think we should let her walk until the bleeding stops." (OOC: Random shout out to Xeios...sounds kinda familiar, eh? Gash on the leg...I still have scars you know. XD) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5108 days Last activity: 1418 days |
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| (OOC - I honestly don't think I was the cause XD)
Vlad nodded and leaned down towards her leg, it was caught in a seat. He pulled the handle on the one side and leaned the seat backwards slowly, allowing the opening to get just large enough for her ankle to slip through. He smiled kindly at her. < Intellectual, nah, linguist, philosopher, and artist, at your service. Appears the plane crashed, just as I'd imagined it would be. The living here are...relatively unscathed, the dead are horribly mutilated though. This island, that we crashed on, it's...huge. > He turned and looked at the Island from a different point of view, the Island appeared to be about 7 miles wide, at least as far as he could tell, no way of knowing how deep the jungle would take them. The panic began subsiding, people were huddled together around a Portly fellow. Vlad gestured to the others. < Let's go see what he has to say. > "Let's go see what he has to say." Joshua had gathered most of the people to him, the ones who were injured and unable to be saved, he left behind. He spoke to this crowd now, trying to gain a better understanding of them. "People, listen to me, this tragedy, will be even more tragic if we all die here in a panic. The best thing for us to do, will be to find something that we can work on, and pass the time until we are rescued. We must first worry about a camp, then a signal fire. Now, who will do what!?" Josh was not a great motivational speaker, he was more of a practical man, one who did not dwell on words to fight his battles for him, but instead his actions. He had no time for sentiments for the dead. |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 123 days Last activity: 111 days |
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| Michael sets the injured young man down next to joshua catching the last of his speach.?"...and pass the time until we are rescued. We must first worry about a camp, then a signal fire. Now, who will do what!?"
Michael walks over to Joshua and taps him on the shoulder Hey do you think you could take care of this young man I need to find my duffle bag. It has all of my Marine Issue medical supplies in it...along with ammunition for my handguns. I should have some waterproof matches in the bag that we could use to start the fire...along with my knife. I dont know though. Let me see what I can recover from the water. Michael jogs back towards the water and dives back in resurfacing with a bunch of bags and dropping them on the beach. Anyone who isnt injures please search through the bags for things we can use till help arrives! Without waiting for a reply Michael dives bag into the water into the belly of the plane and keeps gathering the bags he finds and dumping them on the beach...after two trips he finds his duffle bag and grabs that and the last few suitcases he finds and lugs them onto the beach. He grabs his duffle bag and jogs back towards Joshua. he sets his bag down and holds his hand out to Joshua Staff Sergeant Michael Cappannacci. I have some basic Medical training so I will do what I can to help you. He reachs into his bag and takes out his issues Trauma kit and Small First Aid kit and deposits them in the sand next to Joshua. He then reachs into his bag and grabs his belt holster and the two locked cases. He unlocks the longer case and takes out his ruger, he puts it back together and holsters it. He then unlocks the other case and pulls out the clips for his Taurus and his Ruger. He takes 1 clip for his taurus out and draws his taurus...He checks to make sure that all 11 bullets are in the clip then slots it into the gun and racks the slide Chambering a round making it so there are 10 rounds in the clip and 1 in the gun. he clicks the safety on and holsters the gun. he does the Same thing for the ruger and holsters the ruger also. Dont mind these...its a bit of a habit with me.. I was on my way to a shooting Competition in Hawaii... he looks at the crowd of people staring at him...then realizes he doesnt have his shirt or boots on...he runs over to his clothes and puts them on. taking extra care with putting on his shirt and jacket so as to not upset the bruises on his back and neck. |
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