“Lady, no offense, but it’s not looking like you do,” he said, humour in his tone. What an interesting person this woman has turned out to be, he thought. “Mm, sure, but not if your body can’t keep up.”
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he listened to her rant about the guy. She sounded genuinely upset, which puzzled Carson because wasn’t she trying to do the exact same thing? “Uh, lady, isn’t that what you’re doing? Getting up and running after him when you’re supposed to be resting?” So the two of them obviously had some kind of relationship, a peculiar one at that, and Carson, for one, was very excited to see how they’d interact. He grinned at her finally allowing him to help her, bending by her side. “Thank you for seeing reason,” he said, pulling her up. Since she obviously couldn’t stand on her own, he placed her arm over his shoulder and held tight to her waist. “I’ll be as fast as possible, promise,” he said, moving across the sand. He pointed to where he could see his mom attending to the dude, not so far from them. “See over there?” He threw her a glance. “Wait, can you see? I don’t know what’s up with your vision anymore but if you can see, you’ll see my mom and that dude. Not too far away.”
ORP: I think it was still really good, but girl if you don’t feel like rping, don’t! I don’t want you to force yourself at my expense, and I can wait, really. Rping should be fun, not a chore. I’d rather you take that time and do it when it is enjoyable again.
I was walking along the beach, my shoes getting dusty from every step. It was super annoying and I wished that I had sandals or beach clothes on but of course you can never be prepared enough for a shipwreck This really sucks. I thought. Then I heard someone yelling help. I turned around and saw a frantic lady running around with her hands in the air. I walked up to her. “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked. She seemed to be in a desperate state.
How dare he talk to her like that? Daisy looked at the man who accused her of “too loud” shouting. She was looking for a family, what the hell was she supposed to do - whisper?! Even if she was bouting of rage inside, her face remained stoic. She couldn’t deny that the man was handsome. Probably, if she met him under different circumstances, she would flirt with him without any obligations. But now, his handsome face only made her angrier.
“I’m sorry…” she squeaked, and tears began to fall from her eyes. She wanted to make him feel ashamed, and nothing confuses a man more than a woman’s cry. “I was just looking for my family.” She sobbed. “I’m afraid my husband and my brother might be…” she turned away from him, bursting into tears. She covered her face with her hands, greedily catching breath to calm down.
“I’m sorry you must have seen me like this, but I guess all the artists are sensitive.” She added when she managed to take control of her artificial emotions. She tried to slightly smile. “Where are my manners… I should have introduced myself, don’t you think?” she tilted her head, looking at him with glassy eyes. It was a flick in his direction, because he did not reveal his name to her, but complained of the headache, allegedly, caused by her yells. How rude of him. To be honest, Daisy didn’t care about his condition, but if he could walk and talk, he may be useful in further searches.
Princeton took the boy’s palm in both hands and shook it gratefully. “Thank you,” he whispered hoarsely. He was so relieved that he didn’t even react when the boy referred to his wife as a “chick”. It didn’t matter now. He released him from his grasp, allowing him to go on a search that hopefully would be successful.
However, he still felt terrible. His hands were shaking mercilessly, and his eyes wandered around the beach in search of a familiar figure. His breaths were fast and short, his head was hurting and his heart was beating loudly in his chest. At the peak of his stress, the savior put her hand on his chest, encouraging him to take a deep breath. Princeton’s nostrils filled up with the pleasant cold air that quickly went down to his lungs. “Thank you, I needed it.” He said exhaling the air. After taking a few more gulps of air, Princeton was ready to answer her questions.
“My name is Princeton Reynolds and I’m 27 years old.” He replied, squinting slightly and bending his neck. The ache in his head was brutal, and the harsh sun did not help to relieve it. When the pain stroke passed, Princeton continued with effort. “I’ve never had serious health problems. Only, a year ago, I had a broken wrist but besides that, I was always fit as a fiddle.”
The sand making way to each of his steps rather than staying flat like concrete irritated him as he kept walking across the shore of the island. Mark wiped the sweat off his hairline with the back of his hand. Grains of sand made their homes in numerous places on his body and clothes, from under his socks inside his shoes gently tickling his feet to his wet hair riding the strands like vines. He shook his head, his hair sweeping in the same direction his head turned, and gruffed in frustration. A getaway with Daisy was what he wanted, not to be stranded in a remote location all alone with what looked like no other survivors. Looking straight ahead, he kept walking with the little piece of hope inside him that he would find someone else on this wretched island.
After a couple of minutes of walking through the sand with an occasional sea breeze refreshing him, he finally spotted two other people standing in the sand, presumably survivors from the cruise ship. “Hello!” he shouted into the distance, hoping the strangers would be friends rather than foes. He walked further toward them to get a good look at the two. One of them was a woman with dark, curly hair stopping right at her shoulders. She looked older than him by a few years. The other guy seemed like… Mark’s eyes widened. “Princeton!” he shouted at the man, “Princeton!” He ran toward the man, or at least he tried to given how sand is. “Princeton,” he began when he finally reached him, “Where’s Daisy?” He disregarded the woman and unknowingly interrupted a conversation between the two, only caring about Daisy and her well-being at the moment. She had to be okay, no harm can come to her.
He took a deep breath, and Crystal tried to measure his heartbeat through her hand. It was fast, but after a few more large breaths, they seemed to slow down. He looked stressed and scared, which was understandable seeing as he had technically drowned, and he didn’t know if this Ivani was alive. She glanced around her, scanning the land for Carson, but not seeing him. The lady must be farther away from the two of them than she’d thought, but she was sure Carson would find her and relieve this man of his fears.
He responded to her questions and Crystal took note of them with a slight smile on his face. “Well, hello Princeton. I’m Crystal,” she said, attempting to make the examination feel more friendly. She watched him wince from pain and furrowed her brows, waiting until the spell had passed. “You’re in pain,” she stated. “Rate it on a scale of 1-10, 1 being not bad at all and 10 being extremely painful.” If this was a hospital, she’d have an IV in his arm and he’d be getting fluids, but they were on a deserted island so obviously that wasn’t happening. Still, getting him something to drink to replenish his fluids would be a good idea… but the only water source she saw was the ocean, and you can’t drink salty ocean water. Perhaps there was a lake or some other freshwater source further inland, but there would have to be further exploration before she answered that question. “I’m thinking the sun isn’t good for you, in your state. There are some trees over there and it might be better—”
She was interrupted by a white man suddenly coming up to them and asking Princeton where somebody was. Did he bring his whole family on this trip? The thought passed across her mind, tinged with sadness because it was very likely that all of his family members didn’t survive. Crystal glanced up at the man who’d just approached, a brief flash of annoyance passing over her face from being interrupted. “Sir, Princeton nearly drowned several minutes ago, so, unfortunately, I don’t think he knows where this Daisy is. Once my boy comes back, he can help you look for her.” Her eyes travelled down his body, quickly scanning for signs of serious injury. “But are you okay? Do you have any injuries you need taken care of?”
Oh great, now she’s crying. No man is ever really good at handling crying women. You’d think he would be a natural by now with how many women he’s helped calm down, never his fault of course. So must be all the stress. He just looked at her and rubbed the back of his neck a little. Just as he was about to speak up, she squeezed out a few words more. “We are all worried about our loved ones or friends who were on there, but it doesn’t mean they are…” He trailed off as he started to think of his brother. He gathered his composure, it’s the best way to stay sane here. He kept flicking away the thoughts of him that kept crawling back into his mind. As she spoke again, He kept hold of a laugh coming out. He has never met an artist before to be honest except if you found the five year olds he sees everyday. His head kept on pounding causing him to wince a bit. He looked at her and almost laughed again. She really did not like him… it’s not like he blames her. He was a bit of a d*ck to her. “Killian, Killian James. And you may be?”
Mark turned his head to face the woman standing in front of Princeton. She looked a little annoyed but that wasn’t any of his concern nor was it his problem. He was told by her that Princeton almost drowned out in the water and didn’t know where Daisy could be, and by the looks of it, where Princeton’s wife could be as well. “I’m okay,” he answered the lady matter of factly, “What’s your son doing right now that he’s not with us? And where’s everyone else?” It couldn’t be just him, Princeton, and this woman and her son, there had to be other people on the island with them. Daisy had to survive. The sooner the woman’s son came back, the faster they can search for Daisy.
Ah, as much as she loved little kids, she never would really say the right things. One time she made this one kid cry because she ment- no time to reminisce, she thought. “Umm…” As she thought for a response to her, she tried to clean herself up a little . Even if it wasn’t much better. “I don’t have an answer to that right now, but I’m sure we will figure it out soon enough…” She nodded. She spotted others around them that were talking to the others. She took a deep breath. She didn’t want to stray too far from the few people here, but surely there had to be others around here. hopefully? “Why don’t we look to see if their are others besides them. Wanna head this way?” She asked, gesturing that way with her hand.
@Kbail
ORP: Should we have them find the others to see if this can move a little faster? @Littlefeets
“Crystal…” Princeton repeated, smiling at the sound of that name. “Nice to meet you,” he added. He did not know how he would be able to repay her for her angelic care and help. As a man of honor, however, he was sure that from now on, the woman would always have support in him. He swallowed hard to lubricate his chapped throat. “If I were to seem tough, I’d say I rate my pain as a 4. But actually… I think 8 is an adequate description of what my body is going through right now.” He laughed, which was a huge mistake on his part. The world swirled before his eyes once again. Princeton began massaging his temples to ease the sudden pain. Unfortunately, that wasn’t very helpful. He was terribly thirsty, but there was no drinkable water around. They might as well desalinate the seawater, but Princeton had no idea how to do it.
Suddenly a familiar voice came to him from a distance. Princeton turned his head sharply, only escalating his suffering. Mark? Yes, Mark was heading towards them. Despite the deteriorating agony, Princeton couldn’t help smiling at the sight of a familiar face. “Mark!” he clapped his hands when his brother-in-law was close enough. “Where’s Daisy?” they said almost simultaneously. Princeton frowned. In fact, since he regained consciousness, he hadn’t even considered where his sister was. Without thinking, he assumed his Daisy was safe with Mark. He was wrong. He was wrong, and it made him unimaginably angry. Helplessness filled his body, fraternizing with his pain. “You don’t know where my sister is.” He whispered through his teeth, squeezing his hands into fists. “You were supposed to look after her.” He exploded. It was too late to calm him down. Anyway, the only person who could do it, as Princeton imagined, was dead on the beach. This fumed him even more. “You promised you would take care of her,” he jumped to his feet as if the pain had never been with him. “You promised it when you went down that f*cking altar.” It was too much. Princeton put his head in his hands. He wanted to scream out loud, but the last remnants of common sense dissuaded him from doing so.
Instead, Princeton began to cry. “F*ck…” he muttered, sliding to the ground and crouching in the sand. Crying was rare with Princeton, but right now, it was the only thing he had no doubts about.
He didn’t even apologize to her?! Daisy had to refrain from rolling her eyes. The only positive outcome of her “performance” was the fact that she managed to let out all of her regrets. Maybe she wasn’t the most sensitive woman in the world, but she wanted to find her brother and husband - alive. The fake crying helped her calm down a little. “Were you traveling alone?” she asked, sniffing her nose. The answer didn’t interest her that much. But to survive, she had to befriend him. He was the first conscious person she had met on this island, and so far, it appeared that he was also the only one. An uncontrolled sigh escaped her lips.
The boy could barely contain himself from laughing when he caught her hint. At least he wasn’t a complete dumba**. “It’s lovely to meet you, Killian.” She strained for a smile that she almost failed to maintain when it turned out that this Killian didn’t know her at all. What an uncultured swine! “I expected someone like you to have no idea who I am,” she stated sweetly, a British accent clearer than before. “I’m Daisy Dawson.” She held her hand out in front of him, placing a pale palm against his face. A gentle smile spread across her mug.
It is beginning to get dark.
Finish attending to the injured, and gather into the groups. First groups A and B, and depending on how it goes, the two groups may be able to come together before night.
I will give a bit longer for attending to the injured, and others gathering together then I will write up a post to gather the groups. If the person your character is with is inactive, I recommend bringing them to another pair of characters, which will help with gathering the groups.
“I’m not a doctor, but I’m going to do everything I can to help you, Charles.” Cassian did what he could to lessen the leg’s bleeding before looking to the man’s side. Both wounds would probably need stitches, but he didn’t have anything to use. Cassian glanced around, attempting to see if he saw anything to use. He moved his hands to Charles’ side then looked to the girl. “Go, look and see if you can find a first aid kit, some cloth or anything that can be used as a bandage, even a lighter or something can work. I’ll help him with what I’ve got, but I need something more.”
Piper was relieved to have found someone. It meant she wasn’t alone, and he might be able to help her. “There’s… there’s a girl. She needs help. I don’t even know if she’s alive, but I can’t get to her by myself. Can you help?”
“Uh, yeah sure.” I said. This was completely out of my element but i wanted to help as much as i possibly could. I began following her, curious to see what was going on.
Piper led the guy along the beach to the area near where she had woken up. The girl was still there, laying on the jagged rocks some distance into the water. Though, the tide was slightly higher than it had been when she had first seen the girl. Piper pointed towards the young girl. “I can’t help her by myself.” She knew nothing about this guy. She had no idea if he could even help, or even if the two of them could help her on their own. “Can you help?” They needed to get to the girl quickly to help her, if she was even alive. Piper just couldn’t sit around and not even try.
I didn’t want to tell the girl that I had no experience with this kind of thing and that I was nervous. So, instead I just followed her quietly. I spotted the girl laying on the jagged rocks, looking injured. “Is she…dead?” I asked. I cautiously came closer to the body and felt the pulse. That was always what I saw in the movies so it came naturally. Yep, she was alive. “Do you think we should carry her to the sand area? I mean I dont know if that’s a good idea but it’s probably more comfortable than laying on hard rocks.”
