"Don't stand or you'll make the sprain worse! Stay there until I come get you, please!" She stood up as best as she could. "Follow me please. And don't so anything to further injure yourself." She said. She grabbed his uninjured hand to help guide him out.
Zoe sighed as everyone ignored her and took it outside. "Is everyone here?"
ill be gone for a bit//
Cayde stumbled up to his feet, walking out to the beach
(ah shit I have to leave for a bit, sorry)
(Can someone respond to my character?)
Cayde looks up at the girl, "How many is everyone?"
Zoe cringed and flattered a bit. "I..Sorry, but are you alright?"
Name: Yeong (Yeon) Wang.
Age (17 or older): 23 years old.
Occupation: Works as a tutor to teach kids Spanish.
Hometown: Camagüey, Cuba.
Sexuality: Pansexual (tends to prefer men, though).
Appearance: Shoulder length/black/thick/wavy hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin, more of an athletic build, around 5’11 or so, a tattoo of the Cuban Mafia symbol on his upper right bicep, small scars spotted along his body, sharp features.
Personality: Extroverted, loud mouthed, a bit wild, very flirtatious, clever, can get a bit aggressive, very loyal, a bit of a jokester, finds it difficult to take things seriously, passionate.
Other: He grew up around Mafia buisness becase of his families ties to it. When he was 19, he immigrated to America. He had found it difficult to learn English, and he still prefers to speak Spanish. He didn’t have much money, so he lived in what would be considered ‘the slums’. There, he taught the kids of Hispanic immigrants like him Spanish, and got decently good at soccer as well.
Elena woke up to yelling. She groggily tried to sit up but found that she couldn't. She looked at what was blocking her and screamed. The heavy body of a dead man lay across her torso. She reminded herself that he might not be dead and checked his pulse with her one free arm. Nope. Definitely dead. She looked around her. Those who could were standing up. "Excuse me?" She said as loud as she could, "Can someone help me? I'm trapped under . . . someone."
"some ones still in there!" he yells
Yeon hissed as his eyes fluttered open. It was bright, and he could smell smoke and something metallic that he recognized to be blood. He blinked a few times, coughing for a moment before pushing himself up onto hands and knees. The plane. He remembered it now. One moment it had been fine, and the next he remembered it was taking a nosedive.
Cayde sits down in the sand, "What are we doing now…"
"im going to try and help them!" he yells as he tries to get up, hissing in pain
"No! Stay still!" Cayde barks at the other injured guy
Getting up was a struggle especially because a little girl in a pink dress with long, curly, black hair lay motionless in Gray’s lap. Gray heard movement in the plane. He cried out for help.
"Here I'll go. I'll give you this first aid kit ." Zoe said as she gave the man a kit.
"i need to help them i have some medical knowledge! im a forensic pathologist, i know stuff!"
Cayde was very confused by now.
"Whatever you do, don't move. You could cause more injuries. I'm coming to get you." Irene rushed back in, moving as swiftly and carefully as she possibly could. She went to the guy she had yell in pain before. "What's you're injury?" She asked him.
"im pretty sure i sprained my ankel, i have some gashes and theres some sand in them" he hisses through the pain
Cayde silently stood again and limped over to a clump of trees. He was still holding onto his brocken wrist
"I can bind your ankle and gashes, but cleaning them will have to wait until we're all out of here and then we can look for fresh water."
Zoe sighed, this guy was kind of annoying but what could she do? "Alright sir, you need to hold still." She said in a serious tone before she picked him up and dragged him over to the water
Gray cried out again hoping for someone, anyone, to save him.