Stranded RP **ONLY 2 SPOTS LEFT**

[TechnoCat]

Jaiquill gave a light shake of her head, looking away again. "No, I'm sorry. I just haven't had anyone to vent about family to, I mean, besides Carter, but he's dead. I don't know who I can talk to now." She seemed distant, lost, her mind corrupted by terrible grief at his name. Her eyes were glassy and glazed over. "The way I see it, everyone writes a story at birth, then that story eventually becomes your life, and if you don't write it yourself then someone else will. My mother wrote my story for me. No freedom, only cooped up in a small space where I was the only survivor, and that just calls for disastor." Jaiquill murmured, and fished out a pack of gum from her pocket and popped a piece into her mouth. She shrugged again, putting her gum back in her pocket.

 

[RPer98]

Jaiquill gave a light shake of her head, looking away again. "No, I'm sorry. I just haven't had anyone to vent about family to, I mean, besides Carter, but he's dead. I don't know who I can talk to now." She seemed distant, lost, her mind corrupted by terrible grief at his name. Her eyes were glassy and glazed over. "The way I see it, everyone writes a story at birth, then that story eventually becomes your life, and if you don't write it yourself then someone else will. My mother wrote my story for me. No freedom, only cooped up in a small space where I was the only survivor, and that just calls for disastor." Jaiquill murmured, and fished out a pack of gum from her pocket and popped a piece into her mouth. She shrugged again, putting her gum back in her pocket.

"I know how you feel...My dad pushed me to my limit in training. He wanted me to be the best of the best. He didn't care if my feet bled from running, or if I was tired enough to drop in my tracks." Preston shook his head. "He would shoot me in the arm if I didn't move fast enough..."

 

[TechnoCat]

Cursing in surprise, she looked down. Then she realized what she said. "Sorry for the language. And I'm sorry about your dad, I understand. That's really gotta suck. I understand, though. My father was a strict catholic, and he hated the fact that I like rock and wasn't catholic. I believed in God, yes, but not anymore. I mean, where was he when we needed him in that crash? Where was he when you needed him to spare your wife and future child? Where was he when I needed him to spare Carter?" She sighed. "My father just hated the fact that I didn't live like him, and he shot me six times." She rolled the sleeve of her Kara Clark shirt up to reveal her shoulder, covered in scars. "Don't think I don't understand." She whispered. "Because I promise you, I do. You and I are alike. Hated by our families, and shot by our own parents, for God's sake." Jaiquill sighed again. "Preston, what I want to know is where is God when we need him...?"

 

[Sprinkles212]

Clearly this is not about chickens. Moving on....lol.

 

[RPer98]

Cursing in surprise, she looked down. Then she realized what she said. "Sorry for the language. And I'm sorry about your dad, I understand. That's really gotta suck. I understand, though. My father was a strict catholic, and he hated the fact that I like rock and wasn't catholic. I believed in God, yes, but not anymore. I mean, where was he when we needed him in that crash? Where was he when you needed him to spare your wife and future child? Where was he when I needed him to spare Carter?" She sighed. "My father just hated the fact that I didn't live like him, and he shot me six times." She rolled the sleeve of her Kara Clark shirt up to reveal her shoulder, covered in scars. "Don't think I don't understand." She whispered. "Because I promise you, I do. You and I are alike. Hated by our families, and shot by our own parents, for God's sake." Jaiquill sighed again. "Preston, what I want to know is where is God when we need him...?"

"I don't know...My mom was a strict Presbyterian. She hated me for questioning God's presence, because of what my dad would do..." Preston shook his head. "If God really cared, then why would he let the crash happen? Why would he let people suffer? Why would he take away the very things we lived for?"

 

[jallny]

who said it was about chickens?

 

[wildriverswolf90]

Anna watched Peter pin the badge to his shirt. She felt bad for him… she could understand that kind of guilt. She walked along the beach quitely, kicking the sand. She looked up and saw a body laying there, she began to walk away…… but noticed the engagement ring on his finger! “NOOOOOOOO!” she shreaked and ran over “Eric,” she sobbed as she pulled his cold body close “No, No, No! This can't be happening!” she cried so hard she couldn't breath. “Don't leave me alone.” she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She sat there in total shock and shivered.

 

[Fierlin1182]

Peter looked up, startled. He saw the body and turned away, awkwardly. He wanted to go comfort Anna, but couldn't think of anything he could do that would help in any way.
He looked up at the sky. Stars twinkled in the twilight. The sky, it was so beautiful. He supposed that was why he became a pilot in the first place.

He took a blanket from the suitcase and wrapped it around Anna's shoulders, going back and searching for food among the wrecked belongings.

 

[wildriverswolf90]

Anna got up and walked towards the water, she stood there looking out at the horizon. She wanted to be home in a warm bed with a hot cup of soup. She began to shiver but didn't move.

Johnny was walking down the beach and saw Anna crying he grabbed a piece of metal and proped it up by a tree, he dragged 2 blankets over under it. He walked up to Peter and pointed at the makeshift tent “I made her a place to sleep.” he said and walked back down the beach to the main group.

 

[Fierlin1182]

"That's good," Peter said, but Johnny had already vanished.

Peter walked back to the clearing and collected together his smattering of aircraft parts, sorting them into usable, non-usable, and pieces he could convert into tools. He needed to start with an axe for firewood. This was easily accomplished as there were plenty of twisted metal pieces lying round. He found he was no longer tired, but rather hungry. So he ate some small, and rather sour, apples from a nearby tree. He would take some to the others later.

Wielding his newly made axe, which was lashed to a smoother piece of metal with some fragments of rope, Peter began to chop at an already splintered branch hanging down from a nearby tree. That would last him the night at least.