It would be a group of students going to tour someplace in Alaska and their plane crashes, the RP characters are stranded in Canada and all they have is bits and pieces of their luggage ^-^ there isn't an RP like this on here yet that I'm aware of so I thought I'd make it
my character (i'm gonna try to actually structure a form for less confusion so copypaste mine):
First name: Pine
Last name: O'Donoghue
Clothes: mid-calf hiking boots, skinny jeans, TOP shirt, Yuri On Ice beanie
looks: chestnut brown hair, icy blue eyes, tan, freckles, frameless glasses
personality (good and bad traits): friendly and compassionate yet sometimes overly authoritative
yeet
well that didn't work lol
First name: Callie
Last name: Jenkins
Clothes: tennis shoes, jeans, purple t-shirt, black hoodie
Looks: Braided Brown hair, Brown eyes, olive skin, glasses
Personality: optimistic, smart, caring, bad sense of direction, clumsy, doesn’t understand sarcasm
we can start like just one and then find the other and then try to find the others
Pine opened his eyes to a familiar scene; sunlight filtered through the branches of the trees and the faint trickle of a brook, presumably, could just barely be heard over the chatter of birds.
But something was wrong.
He remembered being on a plane with the rest of his high school class, heading to Anchorage, Alaska.
What happened?
Oh, yeah.
The plane had come down frighteningly quickly; he guessed it had been about 5 minutes from the first hint of engine noise he heard through his AJR music to the moment everything went black. He wondered where everyone was, if anyone else was even alive.
Alive?
I'm not alone, am I?
Am I alive?
Pine sat up with a sudden burst of quickening fear and checked himself thoroughly to make sure he was alright. A couple of bruises and cuts, only one or two were very deep; what seemed to be a slight concussion, or at least some form of brain injury; and a black eye. He was fine, he realized with a shuddering sigh of relief.
Standing up and scanning his surroundings, he was surprised to only see bits and pieces of shrapnel and mementoes from the plane. The tips of the trees appeared to have been sliced by its wings or at least snagged on, and the direction of the plane pointed towards the setting sun.
West, He told himself, trying desperately to remember the survival skills his adoptive father had taught him on their countless backpacking trips. The sun sets in the West. That means we either went off-course or are really pointed Northwest.
Comforted with this information, he padded shakily down the cleared path of wreckage, scanning anxiously for his classmates, his teachers, his friends.
Callie woke with a headache. She cracked her eyes open, only to be blinded by the light. She shut them yet again and tried to sit up. The surface beneath her felt rough. She slowly opened her eyes again, letting them adjust to the light. She saw trees, dirt, rocks, and a large sheet of metal. She tried to remember what happened the day before. All she remembered was going to the airport with her friends.
Then it hit her. She was flying to Alaska with her class.
She panicked for a bit, wondering where everyone else was. Where SHE was.
She stood up, with a bit of struggle. She found her bag at the base of a tree. She looked inside to see her phone, her journal, and a pen. The phone’s screen was cracked and the book’s pages were creased. She took the phone and hoping it would turn on. She had no such luck.
Callie began to move from her spot, clueless of where to go. It was then she saw a figure walking by. She couldn’t make out who it was, so she called out, “HEY! YOU!”
Pine whirled around like a housecat hearing its name and, seeing another person, jogged quickly over to where she was.
Wait…
"Callie!" He exclaimed, tearing up and hugging her as tightly as physically possible. "You're alive!! Have you seen anyone else?"
“Um, hi! I’m glad you’re alive too?” Callie said, breaking the hug. “Sorry, I haven’t. I was kinda hoping you knew where we were.” She looked at his face for a second.
“Are you crying? Don’t worry we’ll find them in no time.”
Where we are?
"Uhh… Well, the plane wrecked facing Northwest, so we're either somewhere in Canada or North of Wyoming. You're Matthew's girlfriend, right? I'm not good with association."
Callie shivered, stating, “Well, it’s a bit too cold for Wyoming. As for relationships? I kinda don’t want to talk about that at the moment.”
"Yeah, good point. And… sorry for asking. You want my jacket?"
“No thanks. This sweatshirt is good enough,” she smiled. Pine could be so sweet. Still worried about her friends, she asked, “So, where should we head first?”
"I guess we should follow the wreckage, call out names." Pine shivered ever so slightly and, revealing a Clif Bar hidden in his fleece pocket, offered her a piece. "Eat. If we're in Canada like you think this may be all we have for a while."
Callie took the piece, chewing on it slowly. They moved towards the wreck. Callie tried to walk around the whole mess and see what happened, but there were so many scraps and parts. In the distance, she saw what resembled a body.
“Look, over there! I knew we’d find someone else,” she pointed out, glad they were able to find others. She just hoped they weren’t terribly injured.
(Hey I'd like to join!!!!)
Pine yelped excitedly, fervently giving silent thanks to whatever sort of god was out there that they weren't the only two around. "Hello?"
(Yay!!! Okay I'll do this like you two did it.
Name: Cassie
Last name: Calleo
Clothes: Dark skinny jeans, brown hiking boots, purple long sleeved shirt and a black jacket
Looks: Olive skin, dark brown hair that almost goes to her elbows, deep blue eyes, lean and slightly muscular
Personality:Out-going, optimistic, brave, kind, clever.)
(yee
are you the one we find? or do we find the first dead person :P)
Cassie gasped. She tried to sit up and grabbed her leg in pain. She glanced up and saw to people running towards her.
“Cassie, is that you?” Callie sprinted towards her. Once she reached Cassie, she noticed some swelling. “Cassie! Oh my goodness! Pine! I think Cassie got hurt. Bad.”
(oof i didn't see that)
(also i gotta go in a few)
"Cassie? What's wrong-" Pine cut himself short as he saw her leg. "Ahm, Callie, is there any place you've seen where we can get her shelter?"
