Off The Charts [SURVIVAL RP|CLOSED|IC]

[Barboneia]

OFF THE CHARTS
A Desert Island Survival RP
In Character Thread
OOC

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"Ungh....."

Simon Highcourt slowly opened his dazed eyes. This was not his lovely little flat back in London. This was also not his cousin's house in Melbourne. In fact, Simon had no idea where he was, except it was hot, and he seemed to be covered in a variety of items. Suitcases, duffel bags, small bottles of alcohol. As his eyes adjusted, he realized where he was.

He was lying in the aisle of the first class area of American Airlines flight 278, a Boeing 747-400 aircraft en route from Los Angeles to Sydney. But the plane definitely wasn't in the air. And he wasn't particuarly sure why all this stuff was scattered across the ground. He didn't see anyone else in the first class, so he decided to head into the business class area.

As he moved from the one section of the aircraft to the next, he gasped at the sight he beheld. A large chunk of the left side of the aircraft was torn off; specifically, where the wing of the aircraft was. A warm, tropical air was drifting into the open area of the plane. He approached the large hole and stared out.

The first thing he noticed was that the plane was on a white, sandy beach, which was now scattered with some debris from the aircraft, and even some luggage that had been flung out. The plane was running parallel against the ocean; it seemed like the pilot had attempted to use the strip of beach for landing. From the left hole on the wall he could see the vastness of the ocean, and almost a quarter of a mile away in the water he could see the plane's wing sticking out.

Simon wasn't really sure of what to think of this. He slowly climbed out of the plane through the hole, walked a few paces forward towards the sea, turned around, and stared at the crash-landed aircraft, looking more like a beached sea mammal. The sun had already come up, but was not in the middle of the sky, so he figured it was sometime around eight to nine in the morning.

Simon wondered if there were any other survivors of the crash. If there were, then they could determine what they've gotten into.

But for now, he was alone.

"Well, this is quite the bloody mess."

[Allancia]

Laudios stood up, and immediately sighed. He was in his seat, and his seatbelt had been torn off. After a few moments of exploration and looking around, he decided they had crashed landed.
"Scheisse!" He yelled.
He stepped out from a broken door, and circled around the plane. He was definitely on an island. Judging from the position of the sun, it was about 9 in the morning. He suddenly saw a man, who was walking around dazed.
"Excuse me, mein herr, do you know where we are?"

[Empire of the Rising Moon]

Opening her eyes in a lethargic manner. Where am I? She attempted to get up, to only be blocked by the twisted metal from the fuselage. Oh great, we crashed. She then crawled out from under the wreckage. She looked around at the seats, many empty and some have bodies in them, alive or dead she did not know. She then limped over to the opening the the side of the aircraft, and saw two men outside in the white sand. She slowly climbed out of the plane and coughed out at the two "What happened?"

[Allancia]

Opening her eyes in a lethargic manner. Where am I? She attempted to get up, to only be blocked by the twisted metal from the fuselage. Oh great, we crashed. She then crawled out from under the wreckage. She looked around at the seats, many empty and some have bodies in them, alive or dead she did not know. She then limped over to the opening the the side of the aircraft, and saw two men outside in the white sand. She slowly climbed out of the plane and coughed out at the two "What happened?"

Laudios turned towards her.
"It seems we have crash landed. On an island. In the middle of fucking nowhere. Take a moment to hyper-ventilate if you have to."

[Barboneia]

Simon silently started at the two. You've got to be kidding me. These are the only other survivors? At least, they were the only other survivors he had seen so far. One seemed to be a short, younger girl wearing a hoodie, while the other was a man a few years older then Simon who spoke in an annoying German accent.

"Great. The bloody plane crashed, and so far, we're the only survivors. Brilliant."

Simon slammed the palm of his hand against his forehead and sighed.

[Allancia]

Simon silently started at the two. You've got to be kidding me. These are the only other survivors? At least, they were the only other survivors he had seen so far. One seemed to be a short, younger girl wearing a hoodie, while the other was a man a few years older then Simon who spoke in an annoying German accent.

"Great. The bloody plane crashed, and so far, we're the only survivors. Brilliant."

Simon slammed the palm of his hand against his forehead and sighed.

"Don't worry, pal. We'll be fine. Assuming the fucking black-box still works, which it doesn't because it's been crushed."

[Skegness-on-Pirn]

Abbie Thorn woke up slowly, her eyes adjusting to the light from the sun-rays seeping in through the torn-open section of the plane. Her mind didn't register the fact that the plane was on the ground, nor the fact that the once-airworthy vessel was torn open quite badly. She had boarded American Airlines Flight 278 to Sydney reluctantly, as she really hadn't wanted to bother with stopping over in Australia. She would have preferred to fly directly home, back to New Zealand, but she made such a thing impossible by choosing to wait in Los Angeles to see sights. As she thought about events prior to the present moment, she realised that there was a strange smell about. There was a strong scent of jet fuel and various other mechanical fluids, but these scents were touched with a hint of fresh, tropical air. It was at that moment that she realised that it was very clear they had crashed.

Abbie stood up from her seat, checking herself frantically for any injuries. There were a few scrapes on her legs, but overall she was alright. Her brain started to fill her body with adrenaline, and her heart rate increased significantly. She looked around her, seeing several dead bodies, which made her stomach start to hurt quite badly. She felt that she was going to vomit, so she made her way quickly to the hole in the fuselage. She jumped out of the wrecked air-vehicle and onto the warm sand, getting down on her hands and knees and coughing, on the verge of vomiting, but never quite reaching that event. She looked up and saw several other people from the flight, all of whom looked equally perplexed and even frustrated. She stood up, walking over to the group. She didn't know anybody in the group, so she did feel somewhat shy, but the adrenaline and other hormones being released in copious amounts by her brain were forcing her to focus on what she felt was the most sensible task.
"Hey, did any of you search the plane for other survivors?" She spoke with a thick New Zealand accent, but an American or a Brit might mistake it for an Australian accent if they didn't have intimate knowledge of the differences between the two nations.

[Allancia]

Abbie Thorn woke up slowly, her eyes adjusting to the light from the sun-rays seeping in through the torn-open section of the plane. Her mind didn't register the fact that the plane was on the ground, nor the fact that the once-airworthy vessel was torn open quite badly. She had boarded American Airlines Flight 278 to Sydney reluctantly, as she really hadn't wanted to bother with stopping over in Australia. She would have preferred to fly directly home, back to New Zealand, but she made such a thing impossible by choosing to wait in Los Angeles to see sights. As she thought about events prior to the present moment, she realised that there was a strange smell about. There was a strong scent of jet fuel and various other mechanical fluids, but these scents were touched with a hint of fresh, tropical air. It was at that moment that she realised that it was very clear they had crashed.

Abbie stood up from her seat, checking herself frantically for any injuries. There were a few scrapes on her legs, but overall she was alright. Her brain started to fill her body with adrenaline, and her heart rate increased significantly. She looked around her, seeing several dead bodies, which made her stomach start to hurt quite badly. She felt that she was going to vomit, so she made her way quickly to the hole in the fuselage. She jumped out of the wrecked air-vehicle and onto the warm sand, getting down on her hands and knees and coughing, on the verge of vomiting, but never quite reaching that event. She looked up and saw several other people from the flight, all of whom looked equally perplexed and even frustrated. She stood up, walking over to the group. She didn't know anybody in the group, so she did feel somewhat shy, but the adrenaline and other hormones being released in copious amounts by her brain were forcing her to focus on what she felt was the most sensible task.
"Hey, did any of you search the plane for other survivors?" She spoke with a thick New Zealand accent, but an American or a Brit might mistake it for an Australian accent if they didn't have intimate knowledge of the differences between the two nations.

Mr. Burton straigtened his torn wool suit. He would have to change into his khakis, if they hadn't been shredded in the crash.
"I think we're too busy freaking out here to do that. Good idea, we should probably start that."

[Skegness-on-Pirn]

Mr. Burton straigtened his torn wool suit. He would have to change into his khakis, if they hadn't been shredded in the crash.
"I think we're too busy freaking out here to do that. Good idea, we should probably start that."

Abbie nodded to the man, not sure how to respond to him. He seemed somewhat odd, but she didn't want to be judgmental in their situation. She pointed to the front part of the plane, beginning to walk towards the hole in the fuselage. "I'll go check the sections in front of this massive hole. You should check the back. I'll shout to you if I need help." With that, Abbie went into the plane, looking around. There were a lot of dead people, and even though there might have been survivors, Abbie figured they'd be unconscious. She didn't have any medical expertise, as she was only seventeen, so she was quite nervous. She hoped there was a doctor on board in case she found somebody alive.

[Allancia]

Mr. Burton sighed.
"This is a load of bullshit."
He began checking around. Most everybody was dead, per his expectations, but some people were breathing shallowly. He tried to get them out, but he could not find a way to unbuckle their mangled and jammed seat belts. He began twitching slightly. 'We are going to die', he thought. 'The black-box is destroyed. We could be in the middle of the ocean for all we know.' He began thinking about his home. It was largely empty. He had no living family, at least none that cared about him. His cat, whom he loved dearly, was in the hands of neighbor, Fr. Braun. He would probably never see either of them. Not that he liked the old woman anyways, but his cat...
He stopped twitching. He remembered how he used to sling boiling water into the faces of bullies back in Warsaw. He almost was expelled several times for that, but he felt good helping the littler children. That was 20 years, though. He now lived a disparate, empty life. Who the fuck lived off banking?
Him apparently.
He went out again. "I think I found about 4 living people, but they're all unconscious."

[Skegness-on-Pirn]

Abbie, having no luck in the search for living passengers, returned to the hole in the side of the plane. She looked out at the ocean, where the missing wing of the plane was standing straight up, likely stuck in the muck in the shallow water. It was almost funny how the aileron was hanging off of the wing. It made Abbie consider why anybody flew on planes in the first place. Everybody must know that even a minor technological error might down the entire craft, killing hundreds. She wondered why their plane had crashed, but she quickly put the thought out of her mind. As the effect of the adrenaline in her system started to weaken, she started to feel an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. She jumped down, back onto the beach, walking back towards the group. She heard the odd man mention that he found living passengers, but Abbie couldn't seem to be bothered with it. She sat down on a piece of luggage, placing her face in her hands. She didn't cry, but she certainly wanted to. She lifted her head up then from her hands, just staring out at what seemed to be the last place she'd ever see.

[Empire of the Rising Moon]

Kai went over to the young girl. "Are you okay?" she asked while crouching down and putting her arm around her. "If you want to cry, I suggest doing it now." Kai whispered into her ear calmly.

[Allancia]

Abbie, having no luck in the search for living passengers, returned to the hole in the side of the plane. She looked out at the ocean, where the missing wing of the plane was standing straight up, likely stuck in the muck in the shallow water. It was almost funny how the aileron was hanging off of the wing. It made Abbie consider why anybody flew on planes in the first place. Everybody must know that even a minor technological error might down the entire craft, killing hundreds. She wondered why their plane had crashed, but she quickly put the thought out of her mind. As the effect of the adrenaline in her system started to weaken, she started to feel an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. She jumped down, back onto the beach, walking back towards the group. She heard the odd man mention that he found living passengers, but Abbie couldn't seem to be bothered with it. She sat down on a piece of luggage, placing her face in her hands. She didn't cry, but she certainly wanted to. She lifted her head up then from her hands, just staring out at what seemed to be the last place she'd ever see.

Laudios pulled up a piece of luggage and sat next to her.
"If you need to cry, you can. Best to get it out of the way now."

[Skegness-on-Pirn]

Abbie didn't really want to cry anymore, her mind searching for a solution to the problems before her. She was glad to be surrounded by people who seemed friendly and caring, but she did worry that this wouldn't last. She looked at both people, smiling and shaking her head. "No, I'm alright. I just needed a moment. My name is Abbie Thorn, for what it's worth. I figure we'll be getting to know each other pretty well." She stood up from the piece of luggage, walking over to the sea. She took off her shoes and socks, wading into the water up to her knees. She was wearing shorts that didn't come down as low as her knees, so her clothing didn't get wet. She turned back to the group, squinting in the sunlight. "So now what should we do? We should probably try to gather things up, right?" She felt herself getting less confident with herself as the adrenaline left her system, so she likely wouldn't be so social for much longer.

[Allancia]

Abbie didn't really want to cry anymore, her mind searching for a solution to the problems before her. She was glad to be surrounded by people who seemed friendly and caring, but she did worry that this wouldn't last. She looked at both people, smiling and shaking her head. "No, I'm alright. I just needed a moment. My name is Abbie Thorn, for what it's worth. I figure we'll be getting to know each other pretty well." She stood up from the piece of luggage, walking over to the sea. She took off her shoes and socks, wading into the water up to her knees. She was wearing shorts that didn't come down as low as her knees, so her clothing didn't get wet. She turned back to the group, squinting in the sunlight. "So now what should we do? We should probably try to gather things up, right?" She felt herself getting less confident with herself as the adrenaline left her system, so she likely wouldn't be so social for much longer.

Laudios started to take off his coat. He was wearing cargo shorts and a white shirt and necktie, which were becoming too hot in the tropical weather.
"I'm Laudios Burton. I would imagine we should try to eat any food left on board, and then find shelter of some variety."

[Empire of the Rising Moon]

"I will go make some traps to get any local animals." Kai said while taking off her sweater, revealing a white t-shirt. "I'll be behind the plane making the traps if you two need anything." She then started to head to the wing that was still attached and grabbed a piece of metal that resembled a bucket, and started putting the fuel from the plane into the bucket. She then started looking around for various items to make some flammable bombs to kill and roast any poor animal to set it off.

[Ruskazia]

Hendri was sleeping soundly on his passenger seat, waiting to arrive to Sydney. He was sitting next to his foster father as he was an exchange student from Indonesia. His foster mother didn't came along as she had other business to settle. They were going on a last vacation to Sydney before Hendri had to bid farewell and go back to his real family. But things took for the worse, as silence was broke in the cabin. The plane shook wildly, screams followed before a sudden jolt blackens the scene.

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*cough* *cough* *cough*.... ughh.... *cough* *cough*

"Oh my god... *cough*... where the hell am I?" Hendri spontaneously monologue'ed. He was feeling dazed, and was still strapped tightly to the seat holding him. He looked to his left, it was a surface with light brown color. He touched it, it was sandy. He looked to his right and was really shocked.

"f-f-f-... f-fa father?" He asked as he saw his father being impaled with a big sharp piece of metal, presumably from the aircraft's cabin walls. Blood was all around, it even splattered onto his body. He felt despair with the condition of his father is in, and cried a little inside as he spent quite quality time with his foster father in New York, USA.

He unbuckles himself from the seat in the mess of the wreck. Fortunately it didn't jam, making it a bit easier. He pushed off a big metal shrapnel covering his body from above, and he stood with blood stains on his body. He was slightly bruised on his forehead and limbs, but other than that he was virtually fine. He looked around, still dazed, confused and with a broken heart as he saw his father. He proceeds to try to free his father, although futile as the seatbelt jammed.

"COME ON! OPEN YOU PIECE OF SH**!! come f******* on!! OPEN!!" he continued to scream and scream with a tone of despair, trying to unbuckle the seat, possibly gathering the attention of several people standing or searching the wreck.

[Allancia]

Laudios, who had been tightening his tie on his new khaki shirt, ran into the plane.
"Son, what the hell are you doing?"

[Ruskazia]

Laudios, who had been tightening his tie on his new khaki shirt, ran into the plane.
"Son, what the hell are you doing?"

Hendri continued to try and open his father's seatbelt, although he is impaled with blood all over. Dead as well. A man ran into the wreck and approached Hendri, questioning his act.

"Damn this!" he pauses for a while, before showing signs of tears dropping.
"This is my father, man.... my... father..." Hendri despaired and kneeled down facing his dead father.

[Allancia]

Laudios, who had been tightening his tie on his new khaki shirt, ran into the plane.
"Son, what the hell are you doing?"

Hendri continued to try and open his father's seatbelt, although he is impaled with blood all over. Dead as well. A man ran into the wreck and approached Hendri, questioning his act.

"Damn this!" he pauses for a while, before showing signs of tears dropping.
"This is my father, man.... my... father..." Hendri despaired and kneeled down facing his dead father.

Laudios tried to walk towards him.
"Please, come outside. There are others here. We can help you…bury him."
He reached out a hand.

[Ruskazia]

Hendri continued to try and open his father's seatbelt, although he is impaled with blood all over. Dead as well. A man ran into the wreck and approached Hendri, questioning his act.

"Damn this!" he pauses for a while, before showing signs of tears dropping.
"This is my father, man.... my... father..." Hendri despaired and kneeled down facing his dead father.

Laudios tried to walk towards him.
"Please, come outside. There are others here. We can help you…bury him."
He reached out a hand.

Hendri looked up to the man, wiping 1 or two tears dropping on his face. *sigh*

"Alright, I'll....come..." He looked to his father one last time before grabbing the man's hand and stands up.

[Allancia]

Laudios tried to walk towards him.
"Please, come outside. There are others here. We can help you…bury him."
He reached out a hand.

Hendri looked up to the man, wiping 1 or two tears dropping on his face. *sigh*

"Alright, I'll....come..." He looked to his father one last time before grabbing the man's hand and stands up.

Laudios led him outside.
"My name is Laudios. These are the people we know to have survived. Now, what's your name?"

[Ruskazia]

Hendri looked up to the man, wiping 1 or two tears dropping on his face. *sigh*

"Alright, I'll....come..." He looked to his father one last time before grabbing the man's hand and stands up.

Laudios led him outside.
"My name is Laudios. These are the people we know to have survived. Now, what's your name?"

Hendri looked around, still confused. He looked to his front only to see several man and woman standing, looking as they are thinking. All around he saw a sandy beach with a blue sea stretching along the coastlines.

"Ugh... my name is Hendri."

[Allancia]

Laudios led him outside.
"My name is Laudios. These are the people we know to have survived. Now, what's your name?"

Hendri looked around, still confused. He looked to his front only to see several man and woman standing, looking as they are thinking. All around he saw a sandy beach with a blue sea stretching along the coastlines.

"Ugh... my name is Hendri."

Laudios smiled.
"That's a good name. Hendri. I knew someone in school named Hendri."
He didn't mention that he would defend Hendri from bullies.

[Ruskazia]

Hendri looked around, still confused. He looked to his front only to see several man and woman standing, looking as they are thinking. All around he saw a sandy beach with a blue sea stretching along the coastlines.

"Ugh... my name is Hendri."

Laudios smiled.
"That's a good name. Hendri. I knew someone in school named Hendri."
He didn't mention that he would defend Hendri from bullies.

Hendri smiled as well. At least he is accepted by the other survivors.

"Thanks..." He doesn't speak much as he is a bit shy around strangers. But it seems like they would have to live together on this island, somehow.