forum Island Role-play

Started March 18, 2018 by @German_Boats

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Soon, she was back with some cloth. “I’m not a medic, so I’ve got no idea how to do this,” she admitted. “Where’s it bleeding from?”

"I'm not entirely sure myself… I-I think it's somewhere on the left side of my head?" He pulled his hand away, his breath catching in his throat when he saw the amount of blood left on his hand.

“The most I know about this is that head wounds bleed a lot,” she muttered,shifting to see the wound. “Okay, it’s not too bad. They haven’t got bandages, somwe’ll do our best with cloth for now.” She out a folded up but against the wound and took a longer stripmto tie it to his head.

Robin winced as the wound was touched, but stayed quiet. The gash hurt badly, and he hoped it would heal soon. He knew he wouldn't be very helpful to the group with a head injury.

“Have some water,” she handed him a bottle. “Might want to wash your hands off too.”

"Okay." Robin drank a bit of the water and rinsed the blood off his hands to the best of his ability. "Have you seen my parents?"

“No, sorry,” she said, sitting down. “We can look for them later.”

Robin nodded, trying to ignore the painful throbbing in his head. It felt like his headache was evolving into a migraine; definitely not good in this situation, especially if it turned out he had a concussion.

"This doesn't make sense…." Vallery repeated. She needed them to understand. "The ship crashes, and we all survived. But what about everyone else? If they died, there would be bodies, and there isn't. Which means something happened and either they're not dead or something took their bodies. Why do you all seem so fine with this? It's going to be night soon and we have no shelter. We're going to die here, in the center of a mystery."

"Don't you remember? We all won tickets for a cruise. They randomly select people to win. How do you guys not remember any of this?" I say, frowning at the blank looks on their faces. "Anyways, I have an idea for shelter. I read a lot of survival books back home since I used to go camping on the weekends with my dad and we need sticks and a crap ton of those palm leaves," I clap my hands and everyone moves except for Robin. I look down at him.
"Where does your head hurt?" I ask. He nudges to the left side of his head where the cloth has already turned red. I look carefully at the wound.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked and held up four fingers.
"Four," he says. His voice doesn't sound slurred and he answered quickly, which is good.
"Do you feel confused?" I question him.
"I mean, I'm confused where we are right now but no," he responds.
"Any other symptoms?" I ask.
"Other than my head hurting? Not really anything," he says.
"Good. From what I can tell so far, you don't have a concussion. You should drink plenty of water to stay hydrated and stay put in the shade," I grunt as I drag one of the gallons of water and fill a little bit of one bucket. I give it to him and smile before going in search of palm fronds.

Robin drank some of the water, feeling helpless as he watched the others collecting materials. He decided that he needed to help and set down the water, standing up a bit too quickly. He felt lightheaded, but he went off to drag some wood to the makeshift camp. For whatever reason, he had chosen to drag a whole tree branch. He almost fell several times, but managed to get the wood back.

Calixto awoke with a start, coughing up a bit of water. What the hell even happened? Sitting up slowly, he noticed the sand sticking to him and began brushing it off.

Palm trees are everywhere. Everywhere. I kid you not. You look forward. There's a palm tree. You look behind you. There's a palm tree. You run into a palm tree because you were looking behind you for a palm tree. I gather the palm fronds and carry them back to the camp. Everyone was already back. The palm trees and wood are sitting on the sand next to them. I add my own fronds to the pile and step back.
"Okay, we need to harvest fibers from some of these palms. You take a frond and break off all the actual long poky things," I say, not knowing a better word to use. Somebody giggles, but I'm not sure who it is. "Then, break open the centre branch. Inside there are these long white strings almost." I step back and watch them take turns looking. When they are finished, I take my seat again. "Then, just pull these out and put them in a pile. But the broken branches into a separate pile. They might have a use later," I continue. I quickly divide out a fourth of the fronds and everybody takes their share. We quickly get to work and when we're done we have a huge pile of them.
"Now, just braid these together to make sure they are strong enough and won't break," I finish and we end up finishing in a much shorter time. Suddenly, a huge boom echoes followed by a plume of smoke from further in the island. Everybody stops and looks, including myself.
"What was that?" Vallery asks.
"I have no idea. Do you want to check it out?" I ask and grin.

Robin stared in the direction of the smoke, his eyes wide with fear. He dropped his half finished rope and moved backwards, away from whatever it was in the distance.

"It'll be fun!" I say, smiling.
"I do not want those words on my grave," Vallery frowns.
"Such a party pooper. You don't have to come if you don't want to," I say, scrambling up a nearby tree for a better look. It was dark grey smoke, which meant that something oily was burning. Or just something that wasn't leaves, wood, or paper. It could be ferns but I doubted it.
"Anyone want to come with me?" I yell, still perched on top of the tree.

Robin shook his head. Nope, nope, definitely not. That looked like fire, and he was afraid of fire. Not today, not ever, hopefully. This whole thing just felt like a bad dream. A bad dream that he couldn't wake up from in the morning.

The explosion had been a startling experience. What in the world was going on anymore?

"It'll be fun!" I say, smiling.
"I do not want those words on my grave," Vallery frowns.
"Such a party pooper. You don't have to come if you don't want to," I say, scrambling up a nearby tree for a better look. It was dark grey smoke, which meant that something oily was burning. Or just something that wasn't leaves, wood, or paper. It could be ferns but I doubted it.
"Anyone want to come with me?" I yell, still perched on top of the tree.

(Hey… I'm not trying to be rude, but can you not control my character when I'm not here? I'm the one roleplaying as them)

"It'll be fun!" I say, smiling.
"I do not want those words on my grave," Vallery frowns.
"Such a party pooper. You don't have to come if you don't want to," I say, scrambling up a nearby tree for a better look. It was dark grey smoke, which meant that something oily was burning. Or just something that wasn't leaves, wood, or paper. It could be ferns but I doubted it.
"Anyone want to come with me?" I yell, still perched on top of the tree.

(Please don't control Vallery)

//Sorry please forgive me//