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Post by Memai on Aug 30, 2010 3:35:12 GMT -5
(( I honestly hate seeing this place withering away when only a few weeks ago there were regular postings :B It's time to change that <3 I remember a while back, we did a survivor/lost type of RP and I remembered how much fun it was ♥ And since we have a LOAD of wonderful brand new characters, why not plot them here too? ;D )) There was a lot of excitement in the air, Roxanne had remembered; there were anxious jabbering from the nerds, there was jumping in the seats from the underclassmen, there were very loud snores coming from the back of the bus no thanks to the Jocks.
There was to be an eclipse, though many other students simply took it as an excuse for a fun camping trip, it was really the nerds who were interested in witnessing such an event.
"Are we going to be alright?" that was her last thought.
No one could have foreseen the crash. She recalled screaming, she recalled a sharp pain to the side of her head and nothing much past frightened yells and the sounds of metal crashing against the rocks.
Survivors had gathered around the remains of the bus, thankfully, no one was seriously injured. Though a quick headcount showed that some students had gone missing. Those who came out of their daze reported that some would brave the forest and try to look for help, but haven't been seen since.
"Unless..." Roxy shook her head, as if that would push the horrible thoughts going through her mind away. It was Beatrice and herself that took it upon themselves to treat the injuries that the students had. Some were lucky enough to get away with gashes and cuts. Some had broken ribs and were rendered useless, some were still unconscious.
"We can't just sit here all day, sooner or later, we need to go out and find the others!" The small English girl looked over her shoulder as she patted the last bits of blood off Kirby's arm. There was an argument between Ted and Earnest; one wanted to find his friends, make sure they were safe. The other wanted to make due with what was available and build from there; every man for himself."Try as we might, we can't waste resources for a wild goose chase," the skinny nerd tried to reason with the larger jock, and it was becoming more apparent as to who was winning. " Our people are out there dying or some shit and you want to fucking sit here?" Ted was never good with his temper."Best thing to do now is sit down," Earnest was finally standing his ground, necessity rendering it so, "We don't have a lot of medical supplies, food or water. We can't just waste it like that." Roxy continued wiping the antiseptic.(( So some characters are where the bus had crashed, others have up and gone! Roxy and some of the nerds and jocks are at the crash site. GO! ))
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Post by Memai on Aug 30, 2010 3:36:32 GMT -5
(( PS, I left a subliminal message in the first post there, whoever figures it out gets a wee present ;D ))
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Aug 30, 2010 12:44:36 GMT -5
((There are no survivors unless we try our best? Will post later tonight. ))
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Post by AshHavynn on Aug 30, 2010 19:18:47 GMT -5
(("Survivors" "No serious injuries" Somebody is dead. Probably busdriver or teachers? Will post on this later. School is kicking my ASS today))
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Post by professorpineapple on Sept 1, 2010 16:17:36 GMT -5
Russell didn't look too great. "If he's lucky, it's just a concussion," Beatrice had said. And then she had sat him up against the side of the bus, and promised to check up on him later. "Later" hadn't come yet, and some of the Bullies were getting restless.
"Man, where'd that freaking nerd go?"
"Forget the nerd - anyone seen Troy yet?"
"I dunno. He was sitting at the front. Maybe..."
Stevie wasn't paying attention. He sat with his knees drawn up, puffing away at a cigarette. He wasn't afraid, and he wasn't worried, but he couldn't stop shaking. Everything happened so fast, he had yet to process it all. He was vaguely aware of the drying blood that trailed from his nostril to his collar-bone, and made no attempt to wipe it away.
Beside him, Russell shifted, and gave a small grunt. Through half-opened eyes he surveyed the surrounding forest. Stevie couldn't tell if he was okay or not - his face bore its usual vacant expression. But, at least he wasn't dead. That much was clear.
The eighth-grader's lips began to feel hot, and he realized that his cancer-stick was about finished. With unsteady fingers he took the ashy stub from his mouth, and mashed it out against the side of the bus. He twisted it in with his thumb, just in case. Only you can prevent forest fires.
"Stevie!" Davis White's voice caught his attention. He looked up at the older boy looming over him.
"We need to go find Troy," he said. "Come on."
Stevie wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he stood up obediantly. His knees buckled slightly, and he had to steady himself against the schoolbus. Davis looked him over - aside from his bloody nose, Stevie didn't look too bad. The upperclassman turned, and Stevie followed him away from their semi-conscious clique-leader.
Nearby, a Jock and a Nerd appeared to be arguing. Stevie didn't know either of their names, and he was too dazed to comprehend what they were shouting about. But whatever it was, Davis wanted in on it. He stepped up to the scrawny Nerd, and gave him a shove.
"You can sit around all you want, Nerd," he said. "But we're gonna go find the others."
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Post by Memai on Sept 3, 2010 1:23:31 GMT -5
There wasn't much Chaplin could do in his situation; as far as he was concerned, he might as well be dreaming. The Hawaiian was lying on the forest ground, covered in cuts and bruises, and every inch of his body ached something awful.
He was sure the driver didn't slow down on that one bend, but it happened all so fast he could only recall the quick breakfast of crackers and juice he had before him and the other students boarded the bus. He couldn't even remember what it sounded like, it was just a horrifying flash of events, a disjointed nightmare he was just waking up to.
"Ho brah, he should'a stopped that one time," he clutched his forehead, wincing at how stiff and painful his body had become. He wasn't even sure if he could stand up and walk. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was; he quickly concluded that he certainly wasn't alone, for there was another kid laying not too far from him, a shaved strawberry blonde bully that looked pretty much dead.
Another glance around and Chaplin could see his backpack, which was torn and had some of its contents spilled out on the ground. He grabbed the bag and walked over to the fallen bully, gently poking the figure with the very ends of his fingers.
"Brah, you alive?"
A twitch from the figure was all it took to send Chaplin scrambling away.
"R-Russell?"
It was Troy.
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Sept 3, 2010 22:59:59 GMT -5
His ears were still ringing. He sat, knees huddled to his chest, watching the other students run around. Searching for whatever. Maybe they lost friends too. He couldn't tell, he heard nothing but that goddamn ring.Terrance glanced down at his leg. It still hurt. He was sure some glass from the windows cut it, ruining his slacks. The blood would never come out! What would it matter, anyway? They're ripped and dirty. No use in keeping them.
He wasn't even sure how deep the cut was, but assumed it was pretty deep because he was still bleeding and it stung. Maybe it was just him being a drama queen.
The blond sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Perfect hair didn't matter anymore. At least he was alive. He didn't even know where Gord was. Was he okay? Was he hurt? Or dead?
Terrance mentally slapped himself. He needed to compose himself. But damn how he needed that boy. He may have "hated" him, but at least Gord could get a smile on his face.
As the ringing began to subside, Terrance looked up at an arguing pair nearby. He could barley make out what they were saying. Something about finding the missing kids?
Gord.Oh my god, MORE are missing?!"I say we go and find them..." Terrance spoke up, looking at them all. " We have the supplies, they don't. We have to help them." Terrance knew that if he ever acted like he actually cared about another human being in a normal situation, he would be shamed and mocked.
But this was in no way a normal situation.((lmao, sorry for the lame post XP But LOOK!! Terrance is being CARING!!! ))
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Post by Memai on Sept 9, 2010 15:52:28 GMT -5
"You have to come with us!"
Ted was practically begging now, something the usually proud quarterback would never be caught doing, especially not towards someone as meek and pathetic as Roxanne Smith. But as the situation had seemingly taken a turn for the worse, he had to resort to whatever means necessary to make sure everyone out there was safe.
He never usually took on heroic roles, but his friends were out there, and if they were out there and dead, then who the hell was he going to boss around on the playing field when everything returned to normal.
That is, if everything would eventually turn back to normal. For all he knew in his rather small Jock mind, they could be stuck in that god forsaken forest forever.
"I can't."
"Why?"
Roxy pointed to the wounded students, all of them lined up beside one another neatly against a log, "I have to keep an eye on them, some are pretty badly hurt, and if I don't watch them, some of them might end up dead!" It scared Ted how this usually frantic, stuttering ball of social awkwardness kept her composure during such a time, but she did it regardless and was pretty stubborn on her decision.
"But what if we find some dudes that are hurt? What are we going to do then?"
"If Beatrice or someone who knew very basic first aid, I wouldn't mind dropping all this and coming along with you boys to help out, but as it is, I'm the only one here now that knows a thing or two about medical care," a quick glance over her shoulder at her patients, then quickly back to Ted, "Besides, I'd hold you back and then you'll never find your friends in time."
"Shit!" Ted hissed out, running a hand through his hair in frustration. What was he going to do now? He couldn't just carry an injured student back in hopes that he'll be fine by the time he got to Roxy. Ted watched movies, he knew gashes and deep wounds never meant anything good.
A bump by his leg was all that it took to remove his thoughts from his head. He looked down below to see a little blonde English girl passing him a makeshift medical kit; a plastic Tupperware with bits and bobs of the depleting first aid kits that was in the once-bus.
"Listen carefully, some wounds may need stitching and stapling, but I want you to leave that to me. It won't make them feel better, but it will buy them some time so that you boys can come to me in time."
The quarterback perked up, he liked the sound of this.
"Take these," Roxy held up a small dark yellow bottle and some cotton balls, "Wipe this over the wound so it will stop it from being infected. Wash the wound if it's really dirty." She put the bottle and the cotton away, then held out a small spray can and a roll of bandages, "If it's hurting them too much, spray some of this mist over their wounds, it'll stop them from crying too much. Once you're done with that, wrap their wounds as tightly as you can, and then bring them over here as quickly as you can."
Truthfully, she lost him at 'infected', but Ted nodded his head all the same and headed out towards the small group that made up the rag-tag search and rescue team.
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Oct 17, 2010 16:19:37 GMT -5
((SOMEONE REPLY D< ))
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Post by professorpineapple on Dec 6, 2010 9:32:33 GMT -5
Troy Miller pulled himself up into a sitting position, rubbing the back of his head. He looked around with eyes still heavy with sleep. The bully remembered dozing off on the bus, but now, the bus was nowhere to be seen. There was nothing around but dirt and trees.
When his eyes met Chaplin's, it took a moment to register the fear in the Hawaiian's face. His insides twisted.
"Where's...?" he started, and Chaplin shook his head.
"I dunno, brah. I dunno."
Cold dread set into the bully's mind. He could vaguely remember being jolted awake - the squealing of tires and a smell like burning rubber. Someone had screamed.
Chaplin said, "We gotta find the others. Can you walk?"
Troy pushed himself to his feet. He tottered, nearly losing his balance, and stretched out his arms to keep from falling. His elbows were scraped something awful, and his legs felt sore, but walking wouldn't be a problem once the shock wore off.
The jock gazed upward. They were standing at the bottom of a steep slope. It was hard to tell from below, but it appeared to level off some fifteen feet up. The highway. For a moment, Chaplin considered climbing up - if they could find the road, surely they could find the others, or at least some help. But, he soon saw that that would be impossible. It was too steep of an angle, covered in loose rocks and tiny plants. He swore to himself, and turned to Troy.
"This way," he said, "I guess."
The strawberry-blond boy followed him through the forest, too dazed for words. Chaplin knew that, if they stayed close to the road, eventually they would find the bus. If they were going in the right direction, that is.
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"This sucks. This sucks this sucks thissucksthissucks!"
"Will you shut up, already?"
Constantinos shot Kirby a dirty look. His bony arm was slung over the athlete's shoulder, and his school sweater had been tied tight around his leg in a makeshift bandage. They stumbled through the woods, awkward on three legs.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but we're lost. In the woods. As in, away from civilization. And I can't even wa--"
"I swear to god, I will leave you here."
His tone was angry, but Kirby was more spooked than anything. What if they never found the others? What if there were no others left? He tried to push the thoughts out of his head. They made him sick.
Walking briskly ahead of them, Amy Gonzalez cupped her hands around her mouth. "Hello!?" she cried out for the umpteenth time, "Can anybody hear me!?"
"You're wasting your breath," grumbled Constantinos.
"Just shut up!" Kirby nudged him sharply in the side, causing the smaller boy to yelp.
Amy turned on them. "Come on, you guys," she said, but there wasn't much feeling behind it. In all honesty, the cheerleader was growing frustrated with Constantinos' pessimism, but she didn't have the energy to fight about it. The forest seemed vast and empty, and she hated it. She needed people.
The tall girl turned away from the boys, and yelled through the trees, "Anyone!?"
((Blargh.
Sorry if I OOC'd Chaplin :< ))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Dec 6, 2010 11:55:56 GMT -5
Well, this sucked.
Lefty was passed out next to him. Or, at least he hoped he was passed out.
If he was dead, that would suck.
"Hello?!"
Maybe he could become one of those caveman people, who eat the tourists who get lost in these woods.
"Can anybody hear me?!"
No, that would be too messy. And he was sure human flesh wouldn't be too tasty. Tony sighed and looked towards Lefty. Blood had soaked the back of the greaser's jean jacket. It was ruined now, sadly enough. That was way too much blood. He was fiddling with a lighter, flicking it open and closed. He didn't dare light it just yet. He had lost his bag of lighters in the crash and they-- if there were any other survivors-- would be needing it. His poor lighters. Maybe he could go on an epic quest to find them! Tony smiled to himself. He liked that idea.
"Anyone?!"
Finally Tony's head perked up. Someone was out there! And it sounded like a girl too! Hopefully a cute one. Tony shook his head, escaping from those thoughts as he stood. "Due over here!!" Tony's voice was hoarse. Hopefully she heard him.
((Bah, awful XD But he's introduced!!! Due: two))
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Post by Memai on Dec 7, 2010 0:18:15 GMT -5
(( I love how Tony is so stupidly Italian ♥ ))
"Shh!" Chaplin stopped dead in his tracks, Troy near bumping into the much larger boy, "Did you hear that, brah?" The Hawaiian was now looking around frantically, turning every which way in hopes to catch a vague direction of where the sound was coming from.
"What? Hear what?" Troy's head hurt too much anyway, he couldn't even tell which way they were going and was hoping that the jock knew what was going on.
"Sounded like somebody calling out!" His eyes widened with hope and cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled out, "ANYONE OUT THERE?" He could hear his voice echo off into the woods and was anxiously hoping for a reply back. He had watched those movies with his dad before; how the two heroes got seperated and depended on each other's voices to find their way back.
It was pretty cool.
But he wasn't going to sit around waiting, so as he walked along the path he had set in mind, he kept calling out. And was all the more happy that Troy was smart enough to do the same.
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Dec 7, 2010 0:49:29 GMT -5
((Why thank you Mems :'D))
"ANYONE OUT THERE?"
Oh god, that stupido Hawaiian ragazzo. Fuck fuck fuck!!
Tony was stomping around, swearing under his breath every curse word he knew, English and Italian. Even some Spanish! If his mother heard him his ass would be redder than a ripe apple right about now.
After a moment of thinking Tony sighed and looked down at his lighter sadly. What was he to do? He didn't want to deal with the Hawaiian's ego and fucking accent and him always saying "brah".
Ugh, but if he died, he would feel bad.
"Vaffanculo, cosciente." Tony cursed to him. "OV'AH HERE!!"
((NEVER type in on google "Italian fucking" for a translate. EVER. Ever .____. )) ((Stupido: Stupid ragozza: boy "Vaffanculo, cosciente" : "Fuck you, conscious"))
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Post by Memai on Dec 7, 2010 4:00:32 GMT -5
(( Oh god Tony, I think I may just have a wee girlcrush on you *giggleslikeAngie* ))
With an excited jolt in his steps, Chaplin eagerly stepped towards the direction of what sounded like a greaser's voice; he didn't particularly hate or like them, they seemed a little too infatuated with the 50's and seemed to actually like the smell of grease on them.
But hey, this wasn't a time for anything petty (though he'd squash the little punks if they tried anything), he was trying to survive after all.
"HOW MANY'A YOU OUT THERE, BRAH?" he called out once more.
"AND IS RUSSELL WITH YOU?" Chaplin looked around to Troy with a puzzled expression, the bully replying the jock with a shrug of the shoulders and, "What? Aren't you looking for other roid monkey friends?"
"Brah, that ain't cool. And ho brah, if did went find them, I would'a heard somethin' by now."
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Dec 7, 2010 14:53:07 GMT -5
((Tony approves of this girlcrush because he is so suave <3))
Not a bully too!!
Kill me now, Dio.
Tony groaned and stomped his feet, kicked the dirt under his feet, cursed to the gods above. Why him? Why couldn't he just die?
It wasn't FAIR!!
After Tony's hissy fit had passed, he looked over at Lefty. He needed help. He knew it. Maybe one of the others could help him. And they couldn't stay alone. They needed to find all the survivors they could, and stick together. And find his lighters, of course.
Tony looked towards the woods, squinting as the sun shinned in his eyes. His hand gripped the lighter tightly. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
"I is with Lefty, e he is hurt!" Another glance towards the other greaser, "Bad!"
((Dio: God (even if he doesn't believe, he still uses the phrase) e: and))
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