(Moonlit Silver Knight If you need a recap, Dara, Skye, Fin, and Celestia are all inside a tent during a storm. Jordan is outside. Not too much has happened since the plane crashed, and there are a few injuries. They’ll probably explore the island everyone is on when the sun rises. Fin has snacks.)
(Nice adding how Fin has snacks. Very important xD)
(It is! They were starving! :P)
Name: Carson King
Male
Age:25
Height:6'1
Weight: 175
Looks, Brown hair, green right eye(bandage over left), slightly unshaven
Clothes: Gray New York hoodie, Nylon zipper pants(if you don't know what zipper pants are, think long cargo)
gardening gloves from his friend Larry, wears binoculars around his neck.
Personality: He's kind of paranoid and stressed, overall a kind person who wants to see the best in everyone, kind of quiet and reserved in a polite way, hates arguments.
(How much time has passed since the crash?)
(Less than a day.)
(This is the first night)
(Wait, Skye is 21, Jordan is 28, Fin is 19, Cels is 20, Carson is 25, and how old is Dara?)
(Dara is 21)
Carson had to find others, he couldn't have been the only one. Through his one eye and the storm he was having a hard time seeing.
"Uhg!" He yelped as his leg buckled from underneath him and he crashed on the ground. He was pretty hurt, he would be fine if he could find someplace warm and out of the storm. Carson tried picking himself up but struggled.
"Please, someone… please be out there."
(Small correction, Jordan is only 18, meaning she is the youngest of everyone. She relies on her electronics too much.)
Jordan heard some snapping of twigs, and her head shot up. "Who's there?" She called out to the darkness. She took a step only to run into a tree. Waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, Jordan called out again. "I'm armed! Who is there?" Jordan mentally laughed at her joke. I'm armed. Yes, I have two arms, so I am armed.
(Dang it, I meant to put 18. It was a typo lol)
Fin limped out of the shadows. He raised his hands. “Whoa whoa whoa, I am not armed! Don’t hurt me, I was just trying to follow a noise.” Fin explained panickedly. (I’m not sure if that’s a word.)
(It's not, but it is now!)
Jordan squinted, then recognized Fin from the beach. She sighed in relief. "Thank goodness it was just you. I thought it was something intimidating." She paused. "No offense," she said, smiling sheepishly. "Anyways, I'm not really armed, well, except for these bad boys." Jordan lifted up her arms and made finger guns. She laughed awkwardly, then set them down.
"Sooooo, did you find a place to stay for the night?"
Carson struggled to his knees, he put his hand to the left side of his face. When he drew it back there was blood.
"That's not good." he rasped as he lost consciousness. He thought he heard voices in the distance.
"I might be hearing things, but I can't take that chance. HELP!" with his final yell for survival he fell on his face again.
Fin chuckled. “Yeah, I think recognize you. Me and a few other people are resting in a tent a little ways off the beach. Don’t worry, I’ll show you where it is.” He gestured vaguely to his right.
"Thanks," Jordan said, but she stood there a second longer. "Did you hear that?"
Fin stopped. He questioned, “What? I didn’t hear anything.” After he looked around, he joked, “Maybe it was my stomach.”
Jordan stopped in her tracks. "You didn't hear anything? I could've sworn–" Looking around, she passed through some trees, heading to where she thought she heard, whatever it was. "Hello? Is someone there? God, I could probably be leading myself straight towards a bear."
Carson reached for the walking stick he had been using to help him walk but it was gone. He winced at the loss of that stick. He kept trying to get up but kept slipping and falling in mud.
Fin struggled to catch up with her. “Hey wait! We don’t know what’s out there. Let’s just turn around and head back to the tent.”
Jordan paused, and conceded. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She followed Fin back to the tent, trying to forget the sound that she heard, that was almost human-like.
Carson's leg and eye were both hurt, but nothing was fatal or even life-threatening. His main issues were that he was tired, cold, and wet. He thought he heard someone coming closer.
"Hello?" he called out the best he could manage.
(I gotta go, I’ll be back tomorrow)