Here's my character!
And sure shadow)
((Full Name: Alexander Nikolas-Buck
Personality: Tends to be sarcastic and a little snidely logical, really stubborn, and often gets too carried away with his emotions— anger, most commonly. He hardly hesitates to defend himself, but isn't always such a huge pain in the arse, I promise.
Mannerisms: hestures a lot when upset, mutters when irritated; twitchy when feeling vulnerable or sad.
Other info: Around twenty five, recently married about three months ago. Severely claustrophobic.
Summary of looks: ginger hair, icy eyes, short (5'6). ))
(@Lil-Owl would he be a teacher? this is a high school class)
Matthew waited a few moments to regain enough saliva to speak and yelled out hoarsely. "Hello?"
He could be! I haven't really decided an occupation for him. So sure! )
Lucy limped onward, clutching her side in pain. She didn't dare remove the shard, lest she open the wound underneath. As she walked, she deteceted the slight muttering of other survivors. She continued moving on.
She fell her fought catch, and couldn't move in time to catch herself. She landed and rolled, pressing the shard into her side more. She swore and looked back, finding a man on the ground. She'd tripped over someone.
Kirsten saw the girl fall over, and she ran over to her.
"Are you ok?" she asked. There was a piece of glass sticking out of the girl's side. Kirsten rolled her over gently to see her face. "Lucy!" she gasped.
She looked past Lucy to what she had tripped on. And she didn't believe what she was seeing.
"Cassie, come here, help me get Lucy back." she called out, still staring at the man on the ground.
"I'm kind of at an impasse right now." Cassie stated, not sure if Kirsten had meant to say Callie. Cassie grabbed her backpack, glad that her mom always insisted that she kept an extensive first-aid kit.
The man groaned half-consciously, breath catching in a gurgle in his throat. He seemed to have suffered more burns than lacerations— in that case, perhaps it was more merciful that he was unconscious than in waking pain, and merciful additionally that he wasn't dead.
Matthew knew there were other people bustling around. He could hear them quite easily, but he couldn't reach them. He felt himself losing consciousness gruellingly slowly and just as he went to call out again he was out cold.
Kirsten mentally hit herself over the head. Obviously Cassie couldn't help her, she had just called out to her best friend reflexively.
"Lucy, I'm just going to check on what you tripped on." she told her.
She looked behind Lucy at the man, who seemed to be regaining conciousness. She crawled over to him and looked at him more closely.
"Mr. Nikolas? Is- is that you?" she asked, shocked into confusion.
A drool of saliva wet the side of his chin, light reflecting off the sliver of his barely-opened eyes.
"Guys! Someone? Anyone help!" she exclaimed. Kirsten was stunned; her homeroom teacher lay drooling in the dirt in front of her.
She slipped her hands under his arms and attempted to lift him, carry him back to camp.
Pine needed to be alone. While he loved seeing so many people alive, they were all in bad shape, and he had no idea how to help them. Even he was in bad shape. They needed a plan, but if they couldn't even get situated in the state they were in then how could they get one?
As he was walking, he spotted the plane, or what remained of it, resting lazily high in the branches of a magnificent…
Pine.
Now, Pine wasn't big on superstition, but this sight made him shudder. Did I cause this?
Suddenly, a small whimper was heard behind him. He whipped around to discover a body.
Matthew.
His friend, Matthew.
"Matthew!! Are you alright?" Pine rushed over and brought his friend back to consciousness with a blunt smack against the cheek. "Come on. Let's get you to everyone else." He turned south and began dragging Matthew by the armpits. "Hey, guys! Matthew's Alive!!"
"A-a-hh-.." the abrasive teacher moaned with pain, patches of his clothes and skin stained either bruised or burned black and purple. To Kirsten, seeing her usually hilariously sarcastic and technology-despising-because-he-can't-even-work-youtube teacher so beaten was putting her terribly offset. And.. it took a lot to shut up her teacher, and right now he could hardly form words.
Cassie gasped, seeing Kirsten practically dragging Mr. Nikolas toward their camp. Good. At least one teacher survived. Cassie thought. One of her favorite teachers, too. But he didn't look so good. "Put him here!" Cassie motioned to the ground beside her. She pulled some medical supplies out of her backpack.
Kirsten was quickly losing strength, but she persisted in dragging her teacher to safety. He was regaining conciousness.
"Mr. Nikolas, please, if you can hear give me a little help here. The 'shelter' is close now, just one last effort." she pleaded.
She carried him through the dirt and leaves, feeling slightly guilty. But he was groaning in pain now, and she was probably making his injuries worse.
"A few more feet…" she huffed.
Cassie prepared herself for her friend's and teacher's arrival, holding some Tylenol for Kirsten.
Kirsten was ready to collapse when she got back to the shelter. She propped her teacher up against an overturned trolley and sat down next to Cassie, panting.
He tried to help best he could in a syrupy, pain-glazed haze, only managing to lamely flail about his ankles.
Pine made his way back to the others stop-and-go with Matthew leaning on him for support, halting every few yards to rest. "I found Matthew, anyone- Mr Nikolas!?"
After handing Kirsten the Tylenol, Cassie slid herself as best she could over to her teacher. She coaxed him to down a bitter-tasting medicine, then began cleaning and dressing his wounds.
Cassie looked up at Pine and Matthew. She sighed in relief.
"Okay, who all is able to walk? We need food, water, and anything deemed useful. And a fire. That would be good too. Actually, food can wait. Water first. No, fire…" Pine started but soon lost track, mumbling to himself and pacing around the tightly packed shelter.
(Is anybody allowed to have powers?????? If not that's fine.)
(sorry but no, this is more of a wilderness survival type rp although it would be really helpful if your character knew wilderness medicine :P)
Mr. Nikolas pushed his eyelids open further, hearing familiar voices speak his name in shock.
