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cαη ι gεт α ωιsн яιgнт ησω?

the Simplified Version

* Quotation marks ("...") are to be used to indicate speech; ex. "Hello," he said
* Italicized words are to be used to indicate self-thought or an inner conversation; ex. Wow, Fritz is really tall… I hope he doesn’t step on me!
* Underlined words are to be used to indicate txt messages; ex. OMG, he's sooooo hawt!
* OOC (out of character) posts need to be placed in double parentheses (()); ex. ((OMFG I have to run! I have class in 5!))
* PG-17
* I am 'god' for this RP
* No godmodding, please
* No flaming, ever
* Speech should either be bolded or placed in another color
* Posts are to be the in past tense
* Two characters per Menewsha user - except for Wavikz and unless I give you permission
* PM profiles and check the listing to see if you've been accepted
* OOC thread here~

the Longer Version (Reading This Is Recommended)

Other Characters
Each created character belongs to their ‘owner’ whether or not they created their own or adopted one. Do not play another person’s character(s). If you have permission, I must receive a PM stating so. If I catch you godmodding/playing another person’s character, you will result in loss of privileges. However, should a character be an adoptable (let’s use Lelouch from Code Geass as an example), other members can play them – within reason (sorry, Lelouch cannot kill himself, but he can walk around or run after Suzaku). Such posts should not get inside the character’s head and/or talk much.

NOTE: If you are inactive for a set period of time, we reserve the right to move your character if that character is holding up the RP for everyone else. Hopefully, this will not happen. Should it happen and we interrupt something, please inform us and we will do our best to accommodate you.

Post Etiquette
RP posts are to be written in the past-tense.

Incorrect: His eyes widen as a sharp pain molests his leg. Looking down, he sees a giant harpoon is plunged in his leg just below his knee cap. Winching in pain, he yanks the weapon out.
Correct: His eyes widened as a sharp pain molested his leg. Looking down, he saw a giant harpoon was plunged in his leg just below his knee cap. Winching in pain, he yanked the weapon out.*
*Best line by me. Ever. Poor Melik and his harpoon molested leg.

When possible, please avoid posts that are one or two sentences long. This is a semi-literate to advanced literate roleplay. This means that you will have to read through the posts. Do not expect an update every three posts. If you honestly can't think of anything to post, then it is acceptable, but this will not be acceptable on a regular basis. Creativity is key! Please describe what your character is thinking or feeling. If you can’t do this, just mention that the character looks up and admires the smoky white clouds or something along those lines.

To avoid confusion, we use a standard set of symbols to indicate certain actions. These are to be used in this RP; there are no exceptions:

• Quotation marks ("...") are to be used to indicate speech; ex. "Hello," he said
• Italicized words are to be used to indicate self-thought or an inner conversation; ex. Wow, Fritz is really tall… I hope he doesn’t step on me!
• OOC (out of character) posts need to be placed in double parentheses (()); ex. ((OMFG I have to run! I have class in 5!))

OOC posts should NOT dominate the RP threat.

Roleplay Conduct
No flaming. Ever. If you have a problem with someone on the list, settle it privately. If you cannot settle it privately, bring it to me and I will do my best to settle it for you, but only if you have tried every possible way to settle it yourself and still failed. I’m not your mother, so don’t come crying to me when things get tough or ugly. Should an issue arise that cannot be settled, I may have to remove both participants. So please, try not to fuss with one another.

If you have a complaint to place against another member, please, please, PLEASE bring it to my attention and I will deal with it as I see fit.

Although this is an PG-17 rated, please keep foul language to a minimum as well as detailed sexual posts. IF it gets that serious, follow up with the ‘event’ in a PM. We really don’t want to read all the details you and your partner might be ‘getting on’ with.

Highlight this section! All PMs are to be titled with lyrics from a song and/or a song's title. If you don't do this, I will cry. XD But if you really don't have a song, feel free to put something random in the title.

Keeping Player Knowledge Separate from Character Knowledge
There may be points in the RP where a secret is revealed. Just because it was revealed does NOT mean your character will know it unless you are a mind reader. Should you not be sure if you character overheard a secret or dark plot, please ask for clarification. This also falls into implied secrets such as when a male character starts to continuously hang out with a female character. We tend to assume with will blossom into a relationship, but if you’re unsure if this is love or not, ask.

Please read this
Prior to posting in this RP, you MUST send a profile to myself. If I do not receive one, I will remove your post. All character profiles must reflect the ones shown below or listed under the format section. Failure to not submit a profile and posting before getting an approval e-mail will result in getting black listed.

Remember, I have a three strike policy. You can get more than one strike at a time. So there, you've been warned. I take this RP seriously and I hope you show myself and the other RPers the respect we deserve. If I get any lip from anyone, you WILL be REMOVED. Okay, thanks!

Note: New rules can be added at any time!

Something extra: Be sure to send in the reserve BEFORE sending in a profile. I'd hate to have you do a lot of work on a character that someone else has already claimed.

Our story takes place on an island located out in the North Atlantic Ocean - more specifically the Bermuda Triangle. The original flight, which crossed over the Pacific Ocean, was canceled due to some bad weather. And, rather than delaying their flight, a young pilot volunteered to fly the passengers over Asia and Africa. Loading the plane in Japan's largest international airline, the passengers had no idea what was in-store for them as they began their flight to the United States of America.

When things in the cabin started going haywire, he knew immediately that they were all going to die. Rather than having them panic, he instructed that all blinds be closed immediately. But that request came too late. Moments before it was aired, the passengers watched as their plane dropped from the sky and hurled down to the deep blue water that waited tauntingly below.

Just moments before they expected to crash, a sliver a hope was given - an island became visible in the fading fog. Doing his best to steer the powerless plane toward the island, the pilot sent a final prayer out to his riders - "May God be with us."

Water burst through the windows of the plane, taking out a large handful of fainted passengers. With the metal monster filling rapidly with water, the crew did their best to escape out the front door. Anyone who was in the back, was a goner for sure especially after the rear of the plane snapped off. But the front was in no better condition. The nose was smashed to pieces and all of the plane's crew members were killed instantly.

When those that were able to escape finally connected with the other survivors, wide-spread panic broke out. What were they to do? Where were they to go? How were they going to eat? Where did my loved one go? What the hell happened? Are we going to... die? Questions like those spread like wildfire and only made the terrible situation worse. A man finally emerged from the rubbish and hatched an idea. He said, staying together and working as a team would be the only way they could survive. A female agreed and then another couple approved that thought as well. Some were still skeptic, but all were willing to come together (for now) to work on finding other survivors. Rumor had it some jumped out of the plane and might be scattered about the forest. But those were just rumors.

Stranded on this foreign and undiscovered island, the survivors of Flight Four Fifteen begin their new lives. With limited hope of escaping, each is triggered by their own motives when it comes to survival. What will happen to these people? Will they make it? Or will the original inhabitants of the island - the others - pick them off one by one? The journey has only begun. What will you do? Your fate is in your own hands.

First off, these characters do not have to be filled (their genders can also be changed). You are more than welcome to create your own type and use that. If I approve, it will be added to the list. Please note that if you do create your own type, you must submit a brief description. Second, you can apply for more than one role. Third, more roles may be added later on. So if you find a role you like better, you can apply to have a character change.


Survivors of Flight Four Fifteen

The Ex-Soldier [Taken by BlackCart29] - This soldier served long and hard in the Iraq, but was recently deployed to Japan for some diplomatic reasons. Upon finishing up his term there, he sought to head back home. However, the crash seemed to put a damper on those plans. He's now the leader of the survivors.
The Doctor [Open] - She is obviously a doctor who was returning from her most recent operation, which she preformed in Japan. Skilled with her hands and extremely smart, she immediately rose to be one of the leaders of the island as she knows a thing or two about survival 101.
The Con Artist [Taken by Wavikz] - Deviously charming, this hottie earned himself the title of peacekeeper soon after the crash. Prior to the unforeseen crash, he was in Japan forging paintings and then stealing the originals to pawn off on the black market. It's only natural those that he'd work on keeping everyone happy as it makes getting to know them personally so much easier.
The Convict [Taken by MikoMaiden93] - With her cuffs smashed during the crash, no one even knows they've let a killer run loose on the island. She's got one man she's currently hunting down, her ex-boyfriend the con artist. But, after surviving and escaping the needle (she was heading back to America to be lethally injected), she has considered it would be best to buddy up with the ex-soldier and plot revenge later.
The Singer [Taken by Sweet_serender159] - A diva unlike any other. Although, since the crash, the other survivors are beginning to hate her. She's whiny, bitchy, and annoying. Just finishing up her touring in Japan, she was heading back home to work on a new record. With this new atmosphere around her, she's decided to work on writing songs based on her experience here.
The College Student [Open] - Just your typical computer nerd who's starting to realize there might be more to life than gaming and WoW. He's an engineer who just finished up his co-op internship with SquareEnix and believes he might be of some assistance with his genius IQ and know how.
The Mother [Taken by Sweet_serender159] - Somehow both she and her little girl (about a year old) survived the crash on the island. Still in shock about losing her fiance, she's the worst of them all. Screaming and now sinking into depression, the others keep a close eye on her. Little do they know that she's actually a botanist and might just be their most important (suicidal) player.
The Comedian [Open] - This male was heading home from a little gig with his friend when the plane suddenly crashed. He's a tad upset because he's going to miss his best friend's funeral (he overdosed), but he's thankful to be alive. This male more or less provides a positive atmosphere for the survivors and does his best to keep a smile on everyone's face.
The Secretary [Taken by iiToxicRainbow] - She's drop dead gorgeous and she knows it. Heading back to the United States to get another raise from her boss (the CEO of a world famous corporation), she knows that she's already lost her spot back home. Angered at how blind she had been for so long, she vows to become a better person and decides to start on the island. She's in-charge of keeping the records as well as keeping the ex-soldier happy.
The Foreign Tourist [Taken by Abomination.] - If you thought surviving the crash was hard, image what it's like to be not be able to speak the language - English. Only having a few English writing classes under her belt, this small shop owner is having a hard time fitting in. Thankfully, she's learned to read lips because she has a deaf brother. But will that really help much? Either way, she's more or less the listener of the group.

The Island's Original Inhabitants

The Leader [Taken by miss_SMG] - She's been on the island the longest so she knows the ins and outs of it. Upon seeing the plane crash, she sent some of her followers over to check it out. Deciding to go with them, she must decide what to do with this trespassers. Should they die? Or should they live?
The Right-Hand Man [Open] - As the title says, his guy is practically attached to the leader. He is tough as nails and is more than happy to break a leg (or two). Although, for as tough as he is, the leader keeps him on a short leash and brings out a very submissive side. Other than that, he's your typical seductive bad guy.
The Medic [Taken by miss_SMG] - This female is the Leader's twin. She's more or less her guiding force. A tad odd at times, she's not all that bad. Okay, so she's soft spoken and is usually the person who will try to talk rather than go right into physical confrontation. But don't let her innocent nature fool you. She's one not to be messed with. Underestimate her and she might just end your life.
The Scientist [Open] - If you thought the medic was weird, then meeting this male is an even bigger deal. He's technically not psychotic or anything, but a few of his screws could be tightened. Nit picky? Of course. Bitchy? Now that's an understatement. Compared to all the others, he is the definition of pure evil. Would you like some poison? No? Too bad, now die! HA HA HA! See? Evil.
The Trapper [Taken by Abomination.] - The looks of the entire group. In other words, he's drop dead gorgeous. Hell, he makes Jacob Black look like a five-year-old. Anyways, his job is to more or less booby-trap the place as well as assist the hunter - his sister. This guy doesn't really talk much, but when he does, it tends to be something of great importance.
The Hunter [Taken by iinsanely Sane] - This member of the group is the trapper's other half - his twin sister. She's cold and calculating, but extremely beautiful. Don't let her catch you staring or she'll be the last thing you'll ever see. She specializes in killing - yes, that includes humans. A real-life vampire you could say. She thrives on blood and pain.
The Navigator [Taken by Wavikz] - Not your typical male, the navigator's role is fairly simple - guide the rest of the group throughout the island. He has a photographic memory and can easy recall places and spots. Hell, he even has the backside of his hand memorized. Oh, he also holds a grudge. So don't piss him off, okay? Erm, he's also a tad perverted and extremely cocky.
The Sniper [Taken by CrimsonShadow] - Crafty and ingenious, this girl has a killer instant and eyes like a hawk. Smary, sassy, but charming, she's definitely the jokester of the group. But don't let her laid back and comical personality trick you. This chick loves to be deceptive. Prior to becoming a victim of the island, she was a convict.
The Spy [Taken by CrimsonShadow] - More or less pretends she was on the plane crash. She provides the others with information about the team and befriends the survivors. Each night she marks a name in her journal and sends it back via the Right-Hand Man. This journal describes each person and whether or not sure thinks they are worthy enough to live.
The Negotiator [Taken by Pip] -
The Strategist [Taken by Pip] -

Please send all reserves and skeletons to me via PM. If you're not sure about something, ask it on the OOC thread or message me. If you need help making an icon, I recommend uploading the image you wish to use to www.picnik.com, editing it as you wish, and then uploading it to www.tinypic.com.


Reserve Code - Send this code in first to reserve your character

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[COLOR="Color2"][IMGRIGHT]IMG URL goes here - Real pictures preferred[/IMGRIGHT][INDENT][INDENT][INDENT][FONT="Times New Roman"][B]My birth name is[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][put full name here][/COLOR]
[B]I get called[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][nickname(s)][/COLOR]
[B]I might act a different age, but I'm really[/B]
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[B]When it comes to looks, I'm cursed[/B]
[URL="Put URL to more images here"]See, aren't I attractive?[/URL]
[B]Both types stare, but I prefer[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][sexuality][/COLOR]
[B]I can't help but look at[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][Pick a type from the list][/COLOR]


[B]Here's my story[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][History][/COLOR]
[B]Prior to the island I was[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][Job][/COLOR]
[B]I just adore these things[/B]
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[B]Oh god, I can't stand these[/B]
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[B]Now that you know that, this is my personality[/B]
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[B]The story of my life[/B]
[URL="URL to song"][Theme Song][/URL]
[B]This always makes me laugh[/B]
[URL="URL goes here"][Your choice][/URL]
[B]I long to go back home to[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][Your choice - can be a pet, family member, or anything else][/COLOR]
[B]One good thing about the island is[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][Your choice][/COLOR][/FONT][/INDENT][FONT="Times New Roman"][/FONT][/INDENT][FONT="Times New Roman"][/FONT][/INDENT][FONT="Times New Roman"]
[IMGRIGHT]IMG URL to lyrics or quote [See below for links][/IMGRIGHT][INDENT][INDENT][INDENT][B]I am controlled by[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][Username][/COLOR]
[B]It's their fault if I'm a bit[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][list three bad adjectives to describe your character][/COLOR]
[B]But never fear, I've got these qualities to counter those[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][list three good adjectives][/COLOR]
[B]All in all, I'm[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][put your type here][/COLOR]
[B]Here's my final comment[/B]
[COLOR="Color1"][Your choice][/COLOR]
[B]Okay, I lied.  But I swear this is it[/B]
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--x That's one site to look for lyrics.
--x This is another one.

Survivors of Flight Four Fifteen
✖ That's the link to see full character profiles

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Eric Ellison Butler
The Ex-Soldier
•••••
Male, Bisexual
22 years old
6"1' tall
dyed black hair
gray eyes

BlackCart29

Neal Hunter Gillette

The Con Artist
•••••
male, straight
twenty-three years of age
standing about five foot elven and a half
weighing in at a little under 150 pounds
baby blues to adore and want
chocolate brown hair to love

Wavikz

Siami McDowell

the Convict
•••••
female, heterosexual
23 years old
173 cm tall, 62 kg
Green eyes
Auburn hair

MikoMaiden93

Anna Marian Burns

[The Singer]
•••••
[Female, Straight]
[Turning Twenty-One]
[Five foot Eight, One-Forty pounds.]
[Pale Blue eyes]
[Short Black hair]

[Sweet_serender159]

Tania Marie Heart

[the Mother]
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[Female, Straight]
[Thirty-two]
[A woman never tells. (she's short)]
[Green, with flecks of Gold]
[A light brown, almost blonde]

[Sweet_serender159]

Stacie Anne Williams

the Secretary
•••••
female, straight
twenty-two
four foot 10 in height
weighs just above 140 pounds
chocolate brown eyes
black wavy hair

iiToxicRainbow

Saeng Suramongkol
[. The Foreign Tourist .]
•••••
[. Female, Straight .]
[. Twenty-three .]
[. HT: Five feet, one inch; WT: One hundred and ten pounds .]
[. Dark Brown .]
[. Black .]
[. Abomination. .]

The Island's Original Inhabitants
✖ That's the link to see full character profiles

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Varick Ziven Keiran

The Navigator
•••••
male, straight
twenty-four years old
six feet and four inches in height
about one-hundred and seven pounds
a brilliant pumpkin orange gaze
auburn brown fringe to hide my eyes

Wavikz

Faline Unai

The Leader
•••••
female, straight
nineteen
five foot three, one hundred-seven pounds
Brown
Brown
miss_SMG

Rory Unai

The Medic
•••••
female, straight
nineteen
five foot three, one hundred-six pounds
Brown
Brown
miss_SMG

Janet Ayanna Gabriels

The Hunter
•••••
Female, Straight
Twenty-one
Standing at around five foot eight
Weighing at about one oh five pounds
Greenish-Grey
Vibrant Red

iinsanely Sane

Azara Genivive Reveria

The Sniper
Azra
•••••
female, straight
twenty-three years old
six feet and two inches tall
one hundred and ten pounds
electric green with golden flecks
strawberry brown wavy hair that falls to her mid waist

CrimsonShadow

Nessalin Shana Ratiz

The Spy
Nessa
•••••
female, straight
twenty-two years old
five feet and seven inches tall
one hundred and seven pounds
electric blue
black straight hair that falls just below her chest

CrimsonShadow

Arwenna Ddrwg

The Negotiator
•••••
Female, Bi-curious
Twenty-two years old
Five foot three tall and one hundred pounds
Hazel with amber around the outside
Soft brown with reddish accents

Pip

Nathaniel Fuller

The Scientist
•••••
Male, heterosexual
Thirty-four years old
Stands at six four two, and weighs one hundred and thirty pounds
Steely blue, cold and unforgiving
Jet Black with one or two silvery gray hairs

Pip

Aarani Icilio Ryan

[. The Trapper .]
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[. Male, Straight .]
[. Twenty-five .]
[. HT: Five feet, nine inches; WT: One hundred and thirty-five pounds .]

[. Blue .]
[. Dark Brown .]
[. Abomination. .]

This section houses the various lists. The white list is the place to be; the black place is your worst nightmare. The pseudo-black list is just for jokes, and the who's who list tells you which users play which characters. There is also a list for those that will be absent.


the White List

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the Pseudo List

• miss_SMG for not following the rules! J/k! <3
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the Black List

• Wavikz for letting this thing almost die
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the Who's Who List

Wavikz - the Con Artist [Neal Hunter Gillette], the Navigator [Varick Ziven Keiran], and the Mystery Man [Samuel Kent Travison]
iiToxicRainbow - the Secretary [Stacie Anne Williams]
miss_SMG - the Leader [Faline Unai] and the Medic [Rory Unai]
iinsanely Sane - the Hunter [Janet Ayanna Gabriels]
BlackCart29 - the Ex-Soldier [Eric Ellison Butler]
Sweet_serender159 - the Singer [Anna Marian Burns] and the Mother [Tania Marie Heart]
CrimsonShadow - the Sniper [Azara Genivive Reveria] and the Spy [Nessalin Shana Ratiz]
MikoMaiden93 - the Convict [Siami McDowell]
Pip - the Negotiator [Arwenna Ddrwg] and the Scientist [Nathaniel Fuller]
Abomination. - the Trapper [Aarani Icilio Ryan] and the Foreign Tourist [Saeng Suramongkol]

the Offline Day(s) List

Wavikz - The 26th through to the 6th of September. Will attempt to come on later in the evening.
Everyone - With school starting up, don't expect everyone to be on 24/7. :]

••••• Neal Hunter Gillette
The Con Artist •••••

[IMGRIGHT]http://i31.tinypic.com/21o632o.jpg[/IMGRIGHT]With the morning sun blazing down on the beach that Neal now rested on, he felt his skin start to burn. This new life, the life of a stranded man on a desert island, would really take a toll on him. He was never really a man to tan. Burning, it tended to learn toward that end of the scale. Knowing his luck, he'd believed he would be the first to die. Skin cancer, that was what was racing through his mind. Although, he was positive that in time his body would adjust to the extended exposure to the blazing ball of light and all would go back to normal.

Now just because that's what he thought it didn't mean he was right. But the odds were with him. Either way, water would grow scarce and sooner or later they would run out of food. Well, it was more probably that fish and fruit was going to drive them mad and bring out their cannibalistic nature. ...perhaps that was too raw an idea to think of now. Shaking his head, the warming sand that cut at his face seemed to be the ultimate way to ruin a day.

Pushing up, he exhaled and spat out a pathetic shot of water and sand. It had been almost six hours since he last had a refreshing glass of water. And, being surrounded by an ocean, Neal knew better than to drink the ocean's lapping water. God did it feel good to the tender skin, but boy oh boy was it salty. It was too salty for Neal's liking, so he tried to avoid it at all costs. Or at least he avoided getting it into his mouth.

His feet sunk into the sand. Looking down at the little ripple they caused, Neal Gillette turned his sore neck toward his right. The other survivors were beginning to stir. It would only be a matter of time before they were all bitching or crying. Blue eyes rolled about and he rose up to his feet. I really need to piss. His eyes jumped over to a clearing that was designated the evening before as the 'restroom.' Walking over to it, he did his business and went back to the ocean to 'wash' his hands. The lack of soap was disgusting, but the amount of salt would probably kill anything that was hazardous.

"Hey," he said with a smile when he saw a few of the plane riders come over to him. "How was your sleep?" Chuckling, he knew no one enjoyed it. They all more or less passed out from exhaustion and/or fear.

Stacie groaned as she tried to stand up.
"Really shouldnt have worn high heels but then again how was i supposed to know we were going to crash on an island in the middle of no-where?!"
She complained as she brushed off the sand from her suit.
"Well i guess since theres no chance of me getting to the states anytime soon i can kiss my job goodbye and forget about the raise.This day couldnt get any better.."

Neal cocked a brow. "I really don't think you should worry about this day getting any worse. It most likely will, but that's beside the point." Crossing his arms over his chest, Neal frowned. "But yeah, heels in the sand have to be the worst match ever. I don't recommend losing the shoes anytime soon though. Baby steps. You'll need to take baby steps to get used to the feel of the coarse ground beneath your feet."

Yawning, the con man took a step closer toward the rest of the group. "I wonder if anyone even knows we're missing...." His blue eyes shifted toward the sand. "Did you leave anyone back home? Or did they all die in the crash?" Neal figured it was better to get to know the victims of the crash rather than worry about his own life. Being the closest one to a 'cop,' he knew he was more than likely going to end up being the negotiator and deal maker.

Stacie gave him a cold look
"This isnt the first time i've been on beach hard to belive I know.The only family I have left is my older sister,but i have no clue where she is.."
She explained while taking the heels off and holding them by the straps.
Stacie looked at the other passengers.Not the best people to be stuck on an island with but it'll have to do.Since were goning to be her a while we atleast need to get to know eachother..

••••• Varick Ziven Keiran
The Navigator •••••

[IMGRIGHT]http://i629.photobucket.com/albums/uu11/cassiieexxo/christophergorham.png[/IMGRIGHT]The sudden crash was just another memory from Varick's forgotten past. Even thought it was forgotten, time to time it would come back in full force and flood his mind with memories of a place far off. Born in on a farm in New York, Varick couldn't really grasp the fact that he people still mourned for his 'death.'

Setting out with his best friends - the hunter and the trapper - they would go on a journey that would forever change their lives. It was just a simple boating trip to explore uncharted waters. But, before Varick and his friends could send out a distress signal, they found themselves engulfed by a thickening fog. Unable to see, their little boat collided with a razor-sharp rock that jutted out from the deep blue ocean. This turbulence sent the three flying and their faces hit the sand before them with a great impact. As their heads turned up to see the island they were stranded on, a pair of feet appeared before them.

Blinking, Varick turned toward the leader - Faline. She was the one that sought them out and saved them. Forever grateful for her trust and love, the young male would do whatever he could to prove his loyalties to her. Today's mission was to find them - the survivors of the plane crash. He would help take some of the other original inhabitants and preform little tests on them. No, they wouldn't become visible, but they would be within ear shot, listening in on them. Their findings would then be brought to the right-hand man and the medic for further talk.

A confident foot was moved forward toward the cliff the loomed over the place where they were stranded. Looking down, Varick bent at the hips to study them. They were... interesting. He cocked his head and looked at his fellow pack mates. "Some of them are a bit... odd, wouldn't you say?" His rusty-orange eyes seemed to smirk at their distasteful luck. "She's going to have a fun time deciding who will live and... who will... die."

Nessalin Shana Ratiz
The Spy

Nessa rubbed her eyes as she sat up pretending to just wake up. Standing up she streched with a yawn. She had actually woken up before anyone else but pretended to be asleep so she could watch them all through the crack in her eye lids without being obvious. That was her job. To befriend all the survivors and learn about them for the others.

Nessa was to determine who was to live and who was to be killed by her group. Each night she would give a name to the right hand man stating where they stood. But for a little bit she would have to study everyone before she made those lists. She needed to get to know each survivor first. Nessa didn't want the wrong person to be killed, she wasn't like that. Sure she could be a cold blooded killer but with reason.

Looking around Nessa spotted Neal and started to walk over to him. She hadn't quite pegged this guy yet and it seemed that he was going to be one of the toughest to determine. He would be one of the last, she was sure of it. When she got over to him Nessa smiled. "Good morning Neal."

Neal's attention jumped away from Stacie for a second. Bending forward, he looked to see Nessalin approaching. Stepping out before Stacie, he bowed and pulled off his hat. "Good morning... ummm... who are you?" Circling her like a vulture circles his pray, Neal gave the female a once over. Something was odd with her, but Neal couldn't quite put his fingers on it.

With a contemplating look on his face, Neal immediately put a red flag up around her. She seemed, different. It then clicked, he didn't recall seeing her face on the plane. But he wasn't about to reveal that. He would have to get to know the secretary Stacie better before he would point fingers and accuse anyone of being a stow away. Little did Neal know (at least not yet) that other persons lived on the island. In time, he and the rest of the survivors would discover this, but for now, Neal saw no problem with putting on his mask and being the ideal charmer.

"Shall we?" Offering her his arm, his eyes directed the way over to a nice shady spot beneath some palm trees. He would be sure to take his time walking over there, as he needed to get a good look out on who else he was dealing with. Last night they all established who they were - well the conscious ones did. Neal didn't know very many, but he was working on it. With his crafty conning skills, he would easily pick up names and occupations and make a mental list in his head.

Watching him carefully Nessa kept her composure intact. She could tell that he didn't trust her and was beginning to run doubts through his mind. Nessa didn't like that, at all. She didn't need anyone questioning her! But Nessa was a good actress, that's why she was the spy. If anyone could do this it was her, she just needed to convince him. Making a note in her mind Nessa put him on top of her list. She really needed to figure him out. "My name it Nessalin but you can call me Nessa. I came up on shore far down the beach and joined this group after walking along the beach all day. I didn't get here till really late last night and I just crashed when I got here." She said while grabbing the arm he offered her.

Azara Genivive Reveria
The Sniper

Hoping down from a tree behind her friends Azra shifted the long bag slung across her back and sauntered over to Varick's side. Putting on a pouty face she whined "Ah you started the party without me. I can't believe you left me all by myself guys. My heart is broken, no need for me and my talents I assume." Taking her bag off she set it on the ground and looked out to all the little ducks that called themselves survivors. Personally Azra just wanted to shoot all those little duckies and not bother with you should live and die. But she knew her leader wouldn't want that because some could be useful. Looking around Azra noticed Nessa walking with a guy, she automatically didn't like him. She just had a feeling. "There's are girl." She said to Varick and then stated. "I don't like him."

{{Im so sorry but im gonna have to leave the RP,im moving house and my internet is going to be disconected(sp?) Hopfully ill be back by late Oct.Sorry D:}}

Oh, god...

Siami moaned as she awakened; the bump she had received on her head was really hurting. She vaguely wondered as to whether it had stopped bleeding while she slept. Siami slowly opened her eyes, blinking as the bright, warm sun momentarily blinded her. The cool waves lapped around her feet, only one of which was still shoed. Her once-white socks looked grey from the salty water.

Siami turned her head at the sound of voices; she closed her eyes to slits, pretending she was still asleep. She didn't really want to be confronted with a headache like this, and bound as she was...

It was only then that Siami noticed that she no longer had handcuffs on her wrists. Surprised, she jerked her head up, eyes open, to look down at her hands, which, until recently, had been cuffed to the side of her chair on the plane.

Did this mean she was free?

Deciding there was no reason to pretend to be asleep, now that she'd blown her cover, Siami slowly stood up and brushed off the sand clinging to her shorts and the back of her sleeveless shirt. She didn't look at the people who were talking close by her, partly because she didn't want to, and partly because she was afraid to. If any of her three handlers had survived the crash, they would doubtlessly want to get her back into custody.

"Ah, so you were in the back of the plane. That would explain why I don't recall your lovely face." His attention differed to his ex-girlfriend, Siami. "Oh god, you lived Siami?" Neal's cocky grin followed. "Ha, ha. I'm only kidding. How have you been?" Using Nessa as leverage to avoid a nasty fight, Neal beckoned his ex to join them. "Care to join us? We're going to try and start making a list of who was where on the plane. Maybe we can also hunt for some survivors that bailed from the plane before it crashed."

His bright blue eyes moved back and forth. The leader of survivors - the Ex-Soldier - was finally beginning to stir. Looking down the beach, he saw that the others dotted across its sandy surface were also being to awaken. This should be... interesting.

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Varick's attention snapped toward his group mate. "Oh come now, he's not too bad. I agree, he's harder to read, but he might be better than we think. From the way he acts and talks, we might be able to get him on our side. He seems to have... hidden agendas. I do like his style. Now those others... not so much. Do we really need a hot-head soldier here? How about another medic? And that woman down there seems a bit sad that this Neal man left her. Oh, and that chick looks like this is the first time she's tasted freedom in a while."

Smiling, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think this is the start of a very beautiful war. I look forward to seeing who will do what. I want to learn more about these guys. I hope Nessa doesn't get too caught up in that one though. We need reports on them all. He'll be hard to crack. We might need your looks to bring him down." Placing a light kiss on Azra's brow, Varick sank back into the forest. "Shall we get a closer look, love?"

Nessa nodded and smiled when Neal said she was in the back of the plane and that she had a lovely face. Good...he's starting to believe and not look closer.. she thought to herself. Following where Neal's attention wavered to Nessa saw a woman with auburn hair that was probably and inch taller than her. Studying Neal, Nessa could slightly pick out that he was using her to sheild himself by shifting a little. By his words and actions Nessa realized that the two of them had a past. "I think looking for survivors would be a good idea," she said softly.

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Grinning wickidly when Varick kissed her brow Azra turned to her mates before following after him. Loosing her grin she glared at them adn growled "Watch my baby and take it back when you guys leave. If you use, loose, or damage it in anyway I will slowly torcher you, fix my rifle and use it on you." Then blowing them all a kiss she turned and ran after Varick. When she caught up to him she spoke. "I guess you're right about the guy. He would be a good addition. The soldier might surprise us all, we will have to see when Nessa give's her report on him." Grinning again Azra laughed wickidly. "Oh I wouldn't mind cracking that one. That would be my pleasure." The girl knew she was gorgeous and she used that to her fullest extent.

Siami stiffened.

"Oh, crap. What are you doing here?" She spat venomously. She finally looked at the other two survivors; one she didn't recognise, the other she didn't want to. It was all she could do not to flip him off, or worse.

"I guess that's a plan," Siami said to the woman in front of Neal, ignoring the latter. Something about the way he was standing told Siami that he was using the woman as some sort of shield (not a bad idea, of course). "But first of all, where the hell are we?"

All Siami could see as she looked around her was sand, ocean, trees, more sand and more trees. It looked completely deserted, apart from the scattered bodies - whether alive or dead, she wasn't yet sure - of the victims of the plane crash.

Arwenna Ddrwg
The Negotiator

Arwenna looked a little peeved. She chewed her lip nervously and her fingers fumbled with the short knife on her belt. She was crouching, to look at the scene before her. It was and had been gruesome. The screams still rang in her ears, and no matter how hard she pressed her hands against her ears, the sound wouldn't go away.

She wasn't often so delicate, but that reminded her of her very first experience with the island. She shook it off, and watched Varick and Azara leave with a annoyed glint in her usually soft eyes. The way that the Sniper whined and moaned was one of the only things that really irritated the small girl. Arwenna was patient; she was lenient too, however, she found that if someone was fairly attractive and decided to abuse that fact it would always manage to make her scowl.

Moving forward slightly, she took a small branch off the ground. She looked at it, deciding it was useful, pulled out her knife and began chipping away at the wood. She whittled away the bark and any smaller irregularities that were there. Arwenna changed her grip on her trusty knife and began to carve out a pattern. She was getting better slowly. She had started out constantly cutting herself by accident, and breaking her work. Now she could begin to make shapes. A hobby that seemed strange and probably was. She collected every one of her little wooden things. All rowed up in her place of comfort, side by side like little soldiers that guarded her in case some day her father would come back for her. She did this for she had one day realised that she seemed to be good at nothing, unlike the rest of her new family. There was the Medic, the Scientist, Varick and all the others. Arwenna felt out of place, small and unnecessary. She had told the Pack Leader that, tried to convince her that she was useless and to just let her die so that they could use her bones for fuel for the fires. No such luck.