forum Plane Crash RP - New and Improved Version!

Started April 03, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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"Wish we had antibiotics," Dara grumbled, eyeing Robin worriedly. "I could go out to the wreckage and find blankets and sweaters, if you guys are cold."

"I found some, actually," Celestia interrupted quickly. "Skye and I grabbed everything useful we came across, although it wouldn't hurt to check again."
Celestia got up and dusted herself off.
"Maybe there's some medical kit with antibiotics somewhere in the plane," she said. "I'll come with you to look. It would be better with two people than one."

"Good idea," Dara agreed, rising as well. "It's not quite dark yet, but we should still hurry."

"I'll stay here with Robin, I guess," Skye said, casting a slightly worried glance at the boy. She didn't know how to help him, but she would figure something out.

Celestia nodded.
"Robin, if anything hurts, tell Skye, okay?" Celestia said, smiling at Robin before she turned to Dara. "Let's go, then."

Dara led the way to the beach, her eyes fixed on the wreckage. She stayed on her guard. Now that she knew there were natives, she wanted to be careful.

Skye stood and made her way over to Robin, then sat down beside him. "I've got a couple of younger siblings, you know," she informed him, staring at the opposite wall.

Celestia walked around, trying to find something that was of use. There were suitcases lying around; some were torn, some were burned and others were just plain dirty. It would be great if they had clothes in it. Celestia didn't know how long they were going to be stuck here, but having something to wear other than their current clothes was a must.

Dara found another first aid kit, but it had roughly the same stuff as her own. No antibiotics, no medication, just ibuprofen, Neosporin, and Band-Aids. She sighed, taking it along with her anyway. She found a few other things –shampoos, body washes, toothpaste, etc.- that she thought might be of some use. She looked at Celestia. "Ready to head back?"

Celestia was busy stuffing clothes in suitcases when Dara approached. Nodding, she stood up.
"I found some suitcases that weren't so badly damaged, so I stuffed as many clothes as I could in there," she said.

Skye stood and made her way over to Robin, then sat down beside him. "I've got a couple of younger siblings, you know," she informed him, staring at the opposite wall.

"I-I've got an older brother, Grayson. He… he didn't come on this trip with us. He had something going on."

"What was he doing?" Skye asked quietly. "I mean, if you want to talk about it."

"I think it was a convention of some sort? He wants to be an author, so he was going to submit one of his drafts probably. D-do you think that we're on the news? The crash I mean… if so, he would have heard about it…"

Skye shook her head. "I don't know. We might be. It hasn't really been that long, but I guess it's been long enough that the pilot would have missed a few check-ins…"

"True…" Robin crossed his legs, wincing a bit and rubbing the injured one. It was less painful now, more just really bad soreness. He felt like he was a hindrance to the group with his fear of fire. They couldn't light any fires near him or he'd panic. Just the thought of fire made him anxious, his palms sweating.

"You okay?" Skye asked, giving Robin a worried look. "Something wrong?"

Robin looked at Skye. "Y-yeah, I'm fine… just… anxious." He drummed his fingers on the cave floor.

Skye's eyes flicked to Robin's fingers, where he was tapping the cave floor, and she quickly and half-consciously put her hand over his, stopping the drumming. She yanked her hand back, her eyes wide. "Sorry! That just drives me insane…" she apologized, moving her gaze to the cave entrance. "I wonder when they'll be back," she muttered, mostly to herself.

"S-sorry, I didn't know it bothered you." Robin tried to stop the tapping and channel the anxiety internally. It seemed okay now, but it never helped in the long wrong. Bottling it all up could make him have sudden bursts of emotion when his defenses were down. He could remember a few times he had yelled at his brother while having a panic attack, and he always felt terrible about it afterwards.

"No, I'm sorry for doing that. You can keep doing it if it helps. I'll just pace," Skye said, standing up.

(Poor, awkward Skye, trying to be helpful but having no idea what to do…)

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Robin nodded quietly, deciding to just fidget with his hands instead. It still channeled the anxiety, but it was quieter. He just tried to clear his mind, using breathing techniques he had learned long ago to help with his anxiety.

Skye paced the cave, walking around it in circles.

Suddenly, the weight of their situation hit Robin. His plane had crashed, he was on an island who knows how far from civilization, he was injured, he didn't know where his parents were or whether they were even alive, there seemed to be no way to get home. "Oh my god…" He put his hands to his forehead, starting to panic.