Plane Crash in Paradise - Golden Oaks Reincarnated

[Garjzla]

Kieth grinned happily at the site of a locked small box he figured a type of gun was within it. He exit through the door and looked to see Laurielle viciously try to remove the seats, which she successfully had done. He formed a gracious smile at her fine savagely force, it was quite charming to him. "Hey, Laurielle can you please break this open?" he asked in a suave tone, knowing she was able to.

Laurielle looked to Kieth, then at the small box he was holding.
"Sure." She said simply, "Just let me find something that may help a little..."
She looked around and finally recognized one of the suitcases, it was hers. Grabbing it, she opened it up and took out her rifle, which was basically the only thing she wanted. And it would definitely come in handy for this situation.
She held her gun between her upper arm and side, and took the box. Setting it down, she took her rifle and used the back of it to hit the lock that was holding it shut repeatedly. It finally gave way and the box was unlocked.
Laurielle turned to Kieth again, a hint of a proud smile on her face.
"Welp, there you go." She said to him, picking up the box and handing it over.

 

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Kieth didn't watch her blast the small box repeatedly, instead he returned in the cockpit seeking for a radio he believed that the plane possessed. He knelt down searching a locked compartment that was stunningly already unlocked. As he inspected it, an ear-grating boom caused him to jerk, his head bashing into the bottom of the dashboard. He massaged the peak of his head and rose up to view out the window. He discovered it was Lauriielle shooting. He sighed, feeling dumb at jolting like that. He heard her footsteps emerge closer. He turned and smiled at her proud expression. He took the box from her hand gently and investigated inside. He found a pistol with only six rounds left.

 

[Garjzla]

Kieth didn't watch her blast the small box repeatedly, instead he returned in the cockpit seeking for a radio he believed that the plane possessed. He knelt down searching a locked compartment that was stunningly already unlocked. As he inspected it, an ear-grating boom caused him to jerk, his head bashing into the bottom of the dashboard. He massaged the peak of his head and rose up to view out the window. He discovered it was Lauriielle shooting. He sighed, feeling dumb at jolting like that. He heard her footsteps emerge closer. He turned and smiled at her proud expression. He took the box from her hand gently and investigated inside. He found a pistol with only six rounds left.

Laurielle looked at the box curiously as he looked through it. She was glad as he revealed a pistol.
"I wonder how many more guns we have on this plane." Laurielle said curiously, "We'll need all the weapons we can get, mainly for hunting purposes. And speaking of hunting, I believe it would be wise to gather a hunting party and get some food for us all to eat before nightfall. Everyone has spent all their energy, they could probably use some more calories."

 

[Bantambird]

Cicero flicked his tail absently while cocking one of his hind legs and shifting his hips in a lazy manner. Watching them from the forest edge, he wondered what the humans would do next.

 

[cutiechook1]

"We have visitors on the island. They are making quite a production here on the shore!" Commented Cicero absently. He took his eyes off the people to glance at Willow. " You here to watch the fun too? Oh, but it looks like some of them got hurt when their bird machine broke." He turned again, squinting to get a better look at them. They looked like an angry ant pile, running around gathering things from the mangled wreck.

"It's called an airplane, silly." Willow said, smiling.

 

[Bantambird]

"It's called an airplane, silly." Willow said, smiling.

" And where would you have seen one of those things before? " Commented Cicero with sarcasm. He rotated at the waist a bit, turning his head to look down at her, one eyebrow raised.

 

[cutiechook1]

"I have ways of knowing things," Willow said.

 

[Bantambird]

"I have ways of knowing things," Willow said.

"Yeah, whatever, miss all-knowing." Cicero rotated his waist again, crossing his arms loosely while continuing to watch them. " I'd offer to help, but they don't seem to like me much. What do you think? There's some pretty ones down there." A sly smile crept across his face.

 

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Quote: Kieth placed the workable pistol back in the box then peered at her, smiling proudly at his discovery. He nodded before exiting out of the beaten up cockpit. "Yeah, I bet people packed up some...but possibly not because the plane policy was no weapons?" He questioned himself but figured Laurielle may answer.

 

[Garjzla]

Kieth placed the workable pistol back in the box then peered at her, smiling proudly at his discovery. He nodded before exiting out of the beaten up cockpit. "Yeah, I bet people packed up some...but possibly not because the plane policy was no weapons?" He questioned himself but figured Laurielle may answer.

Laurielle thought about that, pondering their possible options.
"Well, people can take some weapons if they leave them in their bag, it's just that not many people care to have guns or knives anymore. But I'm sure there was at least one gun-collector on the plane. There's always some redneck, hilly billy weirdo on every plane in existence for some reason." She told him, looking around.