
@Brooklyn_Is_Here
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Molly continued walking, looking for someone that might know what's going on. She assumed she was headed in the right direction but the dense foliage made it difficult to figure out where she was going, she could be walking in circles for all she knew. "Hello?" She called out, getting worried that she had just bee imagining the yells she heard before.
(Hey Nore!)
Athena felt as though she was floating. That was bad, with two young children and a busy work life, floating either meant she was dead, or extremely comfortable. Upon opening her eyes, she winced as the sun glared directly at her. She rolled around in the sand— wait sand? Athena scrambled up and looked at her surroundings in confusion. She saw a large sized bag filled with cans of food, a thing of water, a picture of her family, and deck of cards. She looked up and saw two people opposite each. "Hello!? Do you know where we are?"
Scarab motioned for the group to follow her as she walked toward the sound of people calling out. How many people are on this island? She thought as she pushed a tree limb out of the way. How did we all get here in the first place? Who brought us here, and why?
Valerie could've sworn that she had heard voices as she walked back to where she originally was. She had almost missed it, but next to the spot where she had woken up was her bag. Curious, she immediately opened it to find some canned foods, a canteen of water, and….. her pin?
What kind of prank in this? She began to doubt that she had even been pranked at all. The most reasonable possibility for why she had ended up like this was that she had somehow gotten lost and pass out which still didn't make any sense because she would've brought more items and some clothes. Tossing the bag over her shoulder, she began to walk back to the dense vegetation and began searching. She wasn't sure what she was searching for, but she had heard some voices earlier meaning that there were some people here.
Minutes had turned into an hour as Valerie suddenly heard the voices again. Stumbling out into a clearing, she saw two people standing across from each other with another person standing nearby. They certainly weren't part of her friend group and they didn't seem familiar. "Who the hell are you people?"
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(Hi)
(ello)
(How's it going?)
(pretty good, how bout you)
(I'm doing good.)
(Want to rp?)
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(I'm just waiting.)
(The other people havent responded and I dont want to have a back and forth)
(Hi)
((Who all is still in this, so I can update the first page? Do y’all want to pause the roleplay to get more people, or do you want to move your characters to the center of the island, so I’ll post a description of the voting area so we can get the ball rolling?))
(I'm still in and i think we should just continue with what we have.)
(I'm just kinda lurking, but I'm still here)
(I'm here and I'd like the description of the voting place)
(I'm still here)
(here!)
((Alright so seems like there’s only six of y’all left, do y’all want to move your characters towards the voting area for description/beginning of the purpose of this roleplay, so y’all can start voting?))
(I've got to pull out. I'm sorry, I've got a bunch of other stuff I'm doing, and I haven't been on Notebook for at least a month!)
((That’s completely alright! Thanks for letting us know, good luck with irl stuff!))
((So that makes 5 of y’all then. I’m thinking we probably need to try to get more people before continuing))
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