Stranded RP **ONLY 2 SPOTS LEFT**

[Fierlin1182]

(Good. *mops brow*)

It was only as he was drinking that he noticed how thirsty he'd gotten. And everything seemed to have a tangy odour of jet fuel about it.
"Thanks," he said gratefully, sitting up. "Anna. That's a nice name. My sister's name is Anna."

 

[Mathura]

I thrashed in my seat; yelling, sobbing, and panicking. Muffled cries from those with the bizarre orange masks strapped onto their faces were sounded. Some were already dead. Slumped over in their seats, or even impaled. A horrid sight. Then there was an even louder noise that had caused me to jolt upwards with much force; and the plane stopped. It was just then I realized we had splashed down.

The little boy, surprisingly, made it out of the wreckage. Tears, both fresh and old, stained his cheeks as he sat by the shore, throwing rocks into the water. Where is that lady? he thought to himself. She was here just a moment ago.

 

[wildriverswolf90]

She smiled at him. “do you think you can walk?” she asked. “I saw luggage down on the beach, maybe we can you some less flammable clothes.”



John walked by the water sulking, kicking stones and feeling sorry for himself. He looked up to see alil boy throwing rocks at the ocean. “Hey kid,” he yelled “whatch ya doin?”

 

[Fierlin1182]

Peter smiled. "I can walk, I think. I must've managed to make it in here, though it's all a bit fuzzy."
He pulled himself slowly to his feet, dripping.

 

[wildriverswolf90]

Anna wrapped her arm around Peters waist to help steady him. “so do you remeber what happened?” she asked “the crash I mean.”

 

[wildriverswolf90]

(so tired, bout to fall asleep. Night all)

 

[Mathura]

John walked by the water sulking, kicking stones and feeling sorry for himself. He looked up to see alil boy throwing rocks at the ocean. “Hey kid,” he yelled “whatch ya doin?”

He jumped. Another one? "Throwing rocks," snapped the five year old, who desperately tried to fight back his tears.

 

[Fierlin1182]

Anna wrapped her arm around Peters waist to help steady him. “so do you remeber what happened?” she asked “the crash I mean.”

He cleared his throat nervously. "Are you sure? I mean..." He seemed to re-evaluate his decision not to talk about it.

"Well, yes, there was the storm, and some nasty turbulence, we shone a torch out of the window and saw ice on the glass, so turned on the de-icing system. A few seconds later, the plane stalled. Richie put out a mayday call on Boston Centre, but the plane was doing 12,000ft per minute and..." Peter realised he was starting to ramble.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I should probably save all of that. I haven't seen Richie, the captain, since I awoke on this island. I hope he is okay."

(Good night, by the way. )

 

[Toro]

(how far did you guys go??)
(someone catch me up please

 

[TechnoCat]

(I'm pretty sure a gun would have been ruined in the water, AND she would have to somehow get it onto the plane...)


(G'night.)

(( Demagnitization and crap, I completely forgot about the water thingy. Facepalm, facepalm, facepalm. :3 Ignore that other post. ))

Jaiquill, still crying and bleeding a little, watched him from another tree. "Ask Him to take me, too." She called gently, her voice broken and her will to live shattered.