Island of Infinite Desires (OPEN)

[PrincessRayvine]

You and a few others have been sent by a mysterious force to drift into the waters of a mysterious island unknown to most of the world. After all, the island is not plotted on any map. There have barely been any traces of its existence that it's mere existence was accepted as a myth. Those that know of the myth however, describes the island as one that grants those on it what they most desire. Many that's heard of this tale have gone far and wide in search of this island, but what they did not know is, the only way to find the island...is to not look for it. For the island looks for you, not the other way around. However, by some chance, this island shrouded in mystery has pulled you in. Who and what do you bring with you? What do you do in the island? Everything you need, you need only wish for. After all, it caters to your every pleasure.

 

[MeGuyUGirlWeRP]

Introducing Max Trenton:


He'd been trying to get away all his life. Get away from the golden spoon in the mouth, upper crust life, he'd been brought up in yet never felt comfortable with; get away from the Harvard education he was two years into yet which seemed four hundred years away from ever ending; get away from the obligatory internship he was working at his father's multinational law firm as a prelude to taking the reins once the old man died; and most definitely get away from Ellie Davenport, to whom all of society had presumed he would eventually be wed and whom -- after one secret weekend away at Tahoe for get to know each other sex -- he knew he would never be happy with, in or out of the sheets.

Max was a man who could have anything he wanted simply by flashing one of his unlimited balance credit cards ... or, sometimes, just by flashing that million dollar smile. And yet, he wanted none of it.

He just ... wanted ... to get away!

On a lark, he bought the sail boat -- a 39 foot ketch with fore and aft cabins and all the modern electronics to assist a novice sailor -- and headed into the ocean with no notice to family, friends, or associates. The galley was crowded with the finest liquors, most expensive champagnes, and strongest whiskeys; the aft cabin was bulkhead-to-bulkhead with the finest of sailing foods, fresh for the first few days and in box, can, or freeze dried package for the later days; and the forward cabin, where he typically was when he wasn't at the helm, was occupied by two beautiful women -- one an aerobics coach and the other her lover -- each of whom had a $20,000 cashier's check in their purse and a $50,000 credit line waiting for them at their tropical destination, payment for giving Max anything and everything he wanted for the three months they'd be sailing the high seas, laying about sandy beaches, and partying in the most exclusive of hot spots.

That was the plan, of course. And, as plans go, it was a simple one; sail, sleep, drink, eat, make love, party, sail some more.

And they did ... for almost a full six days.

Then, under black out conditions with the moon and the stars shrouded in thick cloud cover, the boat struck ... something. It couldn't have been rocks; they were in deep ocean waters with no reefs, shoals, or underwater island peaks for a hundred knots in any direction.

But it didn't really matter. What ever it was, they were stuck on it, and with ever successive wave that pounded against them, the hull was being ripped farther open, allowing more water into the cabin. Max got to the deck and deployed the life boat. But when he turned back to the cabin door ... no girls. He returned below deck and searched every where, and still no girls. Back on deck he swept the seas around him and found no one; it was simply too dark, too rough.

Then ... he saw the wave It was massive and seemed to extend from as far as he could see to the left and right. He cut the line to the life boat and leaped into it just as the massive wave swept under it and his floundering boat and carried them high and far away...



He sat up from the warm sand, the bright sun high above him; a gentle breeze wafted through palm trees behind him, and sea birds squawked in all directions, some diving at unbelievable speeds into the reef protected lagoon and coming up with their beaks full of colorful fish.

He stood, disoriented, and wandered about for a moment. He checked his body over; he was still wearing the silk, tie-waist pajama bottoms he'd had on when he leaped into the life boat -- which was now no where in sight -- and there didn't seem to be any injuries to him, which was thankful, and surprising; the life boat had been bounced around and pounded by waves in the dark for what seemed an eternity and only ended when Max had finally passed out from the terror.

He looked about the beautiful beach and tropical forest that edges it and saw ... well, nothing ... nothing but a beautiful beach and tropical forest. Sand, trees, a tall, black volcanic-created peak, and of course the never ending ocean were all he could see.

His stomach turned over, fiercely, probably more from the anxiety of his situation than from hunger. Yet, his first thought was, "I'd kill for a big "Hofmann's" polish dog and a cold beer."

And then, almost immediately, he saw it. In the forest where it met the sands, just out of the sun, was a bright yellow object, and a moment's concentration told him it was the deck cooler from his boat. He hurried to it, then searched up and down the beach; there was nothing else from the wreckage, or at least nothing apparent. He unhooked the latch and dug through the still frozen crushed ice past the micro brews and the tins of caviar, then pulled out the plastic container of dark skinned sausages.

As he laid back against a fallen palm and chomped into the dog, he contemplated on his good fortune -- on the "unbelievable" good fortune -- then looked up toward the heavens and called out, "I'd kill for a shapely red head with firm knockers and a tight ass, too!"

And he laughed ... long and heartily ... not knowing that right this second ... she was here ... somewhere.


(OOC -- Anyone want to be a shapely red head with firm knockers and a tight ass?)

 

[PrincessRayvine]

Introducing Mahi the Amazona

Mahi was returning from the hunt along with a few other Amazons, feeling tired yet satisfied with the bountiful killing. They had found two wild boars that day and would be bringing back some much needed meat. Another one of the girls, Valeria, was a very skilled fisher and was hauling her prize along with them. She was also the woman that Mahi is currently courting.

They had hunted a little ways off their hunting grounds, but Mahi, being the leader of the hunters knew that the village needed meat. They had no other choice. Her choice was right on the spot, for just off their hunting grounds they were able to capture their much needed meat. Little did they know the troubles they would face.

All was quiet and ordinary as they trod their way back. Suddenly, out nowhere came a rain of nets from the top of the trees. The amazons struggled under it, many of them trying to cut up the nets. As soon as they succeeded, another layer replaced it.

Mahi was one of those amazons trying to cut their way through the nets. It seems the hunters were now the hunted. Sounds of laughter, all different, came from all directions. Men off all shapes and sizes, all types of colors and dialects appeared from behind the shrubbery. Their faces were smeared with satisfaction. It brought a shiver down her spine and she scowled at them.

How dare they! Those filthy men! She tried to lunge at the closest man to her. He laughed at her futile attempt to hurt him, motioning for the other men to do something she didn't quite understand. Then, a prick went through her muscled arm. Dizziness overcame her senses and she fell unconscious.

The dark was lifting as Mahi opened her eyes. The ebb and flow causing the dizziness to return. She could hear as strange sound, as if they were near the waterfalls. She attempted to rise, only to find her head hitting against something solid and wooden. She attempted to put her arms out through the dark, but she could not. The space was too small. There were holes at the sides of her cage. Outside, she could see other boxes that seemed to be similar to hers, and a view of a turbulent and benevolent she has only heard of in myths. The Ocean.

She thought it might be a god. Only a god could be so beautiful yet so benevolent. Looking at the sky, she knew a storm was approaching. Through the holes she saw the men earlier coming towards the boxes, hoping to tie them so the coming storm would not take the precious cargo away. Through another box, she could see beautiful blue eyes staring back at her. Valeria. Little did she know that that would be the last she would see of the woman she loved.

The storm raged on and Mahi sat in her cage, her arms around herself. It was cold, but thankfully it was dry. She could only hope that the storm would soon be over. Divine lightning struck the small boat carrying precious female cargo, and the rope that held Mahi's cage in place was cut, her weight being just enough to sever the much weaker ropes around her cage. Then, there was the feeling of sinking.

Mahi tried her best to wrench out of her wooden cage, using all the strength she could muster before the last of her wind disappeared in the water. She was about to lose all hope when the crate that held her broke the water's surface. She kept pounding on the crate, finally loosening the top enough to break it open. The water was calm, the boat that held her was nowhere in sight. Sunlight poured through her tanned skin. The smell of the ocean clinging to her skin and fiery red waves. Looking around, she noticed an island in the distance.

She was a good swimmer so the yards she had to thread through the water was enough. It was difficult, but she's finally made it, resting on the beach for awhile before continuing. Her companions were gone. Valeria was gone. Was she alone? Deciding that it was no use feeling sorry for herself, she merely wished that there was some way she could make a decent living in this island. She would not even mind male companionship. A male friend was better than no friend at all.

As she walked through the island, she wished. How I wish I had some companionship... As she broke through some rocks and to the opposite side of the island, she was surprised to find a person there. A man. His clothing were different. They were thin and lacking furs or any sort of vine. He was feasting and she could not help the hunger she felt. She looked around for some sort of weapon, hoping to defend herself if he should ever be hostile towards her. She picked a long pole-like branch, cutting it in a way that one side was sharp enough to pierce skin. Then she made her way towards the man.

She stop a distance from him, wondering how he'll react.

"You! Who are you?" Her voice held strength, and the alluring effect of a siren. She did not know the effect she had on men then, never truly being with men unless it was in battle. Besides battle, the only time she's seen them was when the tribe of their brothers came to fertilize the women in their village. She was fond of them, preferring friendship over their promises of love and such petty lies.

[OOC: here's mahi. she's pretty hot i think]

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Introducing Emma Clayton

Running a hand through her hair, Emma Clayton surveyed the clear blue skies from behind her aviator sunglasses. The rich auburn curls waved in the gentle breeze and Emma brushed them, absentmindedly behind her ear. The weather was perfect today and she was eager to get going.

"James, we need to go!" She called out to the young man limping towards her. His left leg dragged with each step, a reminder of his time spent overseas. But there was no hiding the brilliant smile on his face as he moved towards Emma. The light in his eyes shone brighter than the sun and gave the impression that, were it not for his leg, he would be skipping across the tarmac.

As she waited for James, Emma went over the final checklist for the flight. Her slim fingers gently caressing the cool metal of the plane, as if it were a reluctant lover she was trying to seduce.

"You're ready to fly aren't you, baby." She whispered.

"You know that thing can't hear you." James smirked as he came to a halt at Emma's side. She slapped his shoulder playfully.

"How do you know it can't. Besides, you talk to your car all the time. What's the difference in me talking to my plane?" She stuck her tongue out at him for good measure.

Grabbing her around the waist, James pulled her close and nipped at her tongue, catching it between his lips. With a moan, Emma let herself be pulled closer and gave in to his passionate embrace. His leg might not work right, but there was nothing wrong with any other part of James' body.

After a minute or five, Emma pulled away.

"Down boy," she commanded with a laugh, "save something for our trip."

Though they were hardly a couple, Emma and James shared a mutually beneficial relationship. Having known each other since they were children, the two had always had an attraction towards each other and, as they grew up, had formed a sexual relationship. Since James' return from the war he had been pushing for their relationship to move further, but Emma was hesitant. She knew James was in love with her, but she knew that she did not share those feelings. At least not romantically. He was a good friend and a good lay, but that was all. Now if only she could convince him.

Climbing up into the private plane, Emma buckled herself into the pilot's seat and put on her radio headset. James took the co-pilot's chair, though he wouldn't dare to touch any of the plane's levers and buttons on fear of death. Once they were given the all clear from the tower, Emma started down the runway, relishing in the feel of the plane beneath her. Her movements sure, she brought the plane into the sky and, soon, the two of them were flying out over the ocean towards the island that housed the Clayton vacation home.

Only half hour into the flight, disaster struck. Turbulence unlike anything Emma had experienced before rocked the small plane. Emma struggled to keep the plane steady, but it was a losing battle. James' hand rested on hers, quietly giving her strength and courage as the plane began to nose dive. It was the last thing that Emma remembered before a brilliant flash of light cut through her vision.

Her eyes struggled to open, the sun was too bright. She felt blinded. Lifting a hand, which felt as if it weighed a ton, to shield her eyes, Emma turned her head to survey her surroundings. She was laying on a beach, the sand warm beneath her, cradling her body. She sat up slowly, her head pounding. Gentle waves lapped at the shore, the water coming up to tease the tips of her toes.

"What...where the hell am I?" She wondered aloud. Then it hit her. The turbulence, the plane going down, the white light. James! His face filled her vision as she searched around frantically for him. Where was he?

She struggled to stand and began to move along the beach.

"James!" She yelled, praying to God that he wasn't dead. "James, where are you?"

No answer.

She continued down the beach. "You bastard, where the hell are you?"

Nothing.

Fighting back tears that threatened to spill over at any second, Emma continued her frantic search. Pausing only when she saw two shapes in the distance. One was clearly a woman, and a fierce one at that. The other...a man.