forum Plane Crash Roleplay (PRIVATE RP) (MAY BE OPEN LATER)

Started August 05, 2018 by @Fraust

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"I'm… I'm Robin. I'd say nice to meet you, but under the circumstances…" Robin shifted his leg and grimaced. The fabric of his jeans near the wound was completely soaked through.

Skye nodded in understanding.

"Well… I might be able to help you," she said, biting her lip. "I'm training to become a veterinarian, so I might be able to set your leg."

“Help! Please, I’m stuck!” Fin called out. He grimaced as he felt blood trickle down his temple. He wiped it away and tried to push whatever was on top of him off. Suddenly, memories began to flood back to him. He had gotten on a plane the day before, and there had been a storm, and the plane crashed.

"I hear someone!" Robin gasped. "We have to go help them!" He tried to stand up to go towards the noise, but just tumbled back to the blood stained sand. He hissed through his teeth in pain, but kept looking around for the source of the voice.

"You stay here," Skye commanded, her voice holding no room for argument. "I'll go check it out."

Fin heard footsteps echoing towards the center of the plane and craned his neck to see who was coming.

Robin did as he was told, sitting on the ground. It wasn't as though he really had much choice in the matter anyways, seeing as he couldn't walk. For the time being, he just tore a piece of fabric from his jeans and wrapped it tightly around his wound to try and stop the bleeding. He had seen people do that on tv shows once or twice, so surely it was something that would help, right? He was anxious and his heart was pounding; he was worried about where his parents might be or whether he would die here. Would he ever see his parents again? Would he ever see Grayson or Timothy again? Would he ever get home?

Skye sighed, nodding approvingly when Robin sat down.

"I'll be right back," she said, heading in the direction the second voice had come from.

Fin squirmed around, trying to break free. He managed to get his arm loose, and waved it around for attention. He was starting to panic and wonder if he would live.

(So it started again! Yay! We can do this again. Awesome. ;D.)

Name: Celestia Crown
Gender: Female
Age: 20, depends
Appearance: wavy, short sapphire blue hair (dyed), with grey eyes (https://www.google.com/search?q=sapphire+haired+girls&rlz=1C1GGRV_enUS769US774&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiH95vbiuzZAhUQG6wKHYoEA6cQ_AUICigB&biw=1517&bih=707&safe=active&ssui=on#imgrc=Bwi6_L7af7N9nM: like this). She wears brown shorts with a charcoal grey sweatshirt and a black band around her wrist. She has a long blue birthmark on her left arm, from her shoulder to her thumb, which faintly looks like a dragon.
Personality: bubbly and cheerful, but doesn't tolerate bullshit. She gets offended easily and is soft-hearted, but will protect her friends at any cost. She’s also a motherly figure and also acts like the big, protective sister.
Other info: She's a successful writer, but goes by a penname. She has astraphobia, and she hates snakes. She also suffers from slight anxiety and depression, but she tries masking it up as best as she can.)

When Celestia regained consciousness, the first thing she registered was the throbbing pain in her head. Crying out loud, Celestia attempted to curl up in a ball, clutching her head, but found herself unable to do so. That’s when she realized everything was dark, that there was heavy weight on her legs that kept her from moving them in the slightest, and the fact that something equally heavy had trapped her inside.
The plane crash.
“No, no, no, no,” Celestia gasped, her breathing becoming shallower as panic seized control. “This can’t be happening. Oh, please no. Is anybody there?! Get me out of here! Please! Get me out…! Help!”

Ringing in her ears. The sound of ocean waves lapping against the shore, too quietly, too calmly. The pounding in her head. The screams. The heat of flames licking against her face. The sound of her own, wet, rattly breathing. She wasn't in her lab anymore. Her eyelids fluttered open as a wave of stimuli slapped her in the face. What happened where am I what's going on did the plane crash how could it have crashed where did they land they were over the ocean what's going on what, her thoughts tumbled on each other.

Slowly, she forced herself to sit up and look around. Her breathing was shallow –partially due to the onset of a panic attack, and partially due to some sort of lung injury. Her fists clenched around the sand. She must have been thrown from the wreckage, as she was surrounded by debris but nothing metallic. "Anyone?" she shouted, her voice a mess of terror and blood.