The paradise Island (open, players need)

[GeneralAdam]

My story: I woke up on a sandy beach after countless of hours or days hanging to a piece of rotten wood plank in the sea. The sun is beating on my back, while the salty sea water splashes again and again at me.

Picking myself up weakly, I looks around the beautiful beach hoping to see someone but the place was lonely. Only birds are chipping and there is no sign of civilization on it.

I manage to find some wild berries and melon to quench my thirst and hungry stomach. Laying on the dry sandy beach, I soon fall asleep again. I was just too tired to do anything . Oh god, thank you for bringing me to safety.


(feel free to post)

The shipwreck has brought us to this paradise island. I set no restriction to guys or girls or numbers of players.

 

[Initiate_me]

It's taken me the best part of two days to get here, but it had to be done. Fresh water, in a stream that looks clean enough. So I will survive, after all. Or at least for a few more days. Leaving the beach was difficult, I wanted to stay and look out for a boat that might rescue me- but common sense urged me to find a water source. Is this the centre of the island? It could be. I have no real way of knowing. No idea of the island's size. I could be the only human here. Queen of this strange land. That thought is almost pleasing in some strange way. I do like to be alone. But...... as alone as this? Probably not.

The only life I've heard so far is birds, singing daintily. And I've only seen a couple of them. This part of the island is green, leafy, a pleasant jungle. Light breaks through the canopy, through the upper branches and leaves. I like it here. But...... I hope someone else is out there.....

 

[Jay_P]

The ship had sunk quickly and at night. I didn't know if anyone else had survived and the beach was deserted
. I had been sleeping when it went down and had not had time to get dressed aside from boxers and the tide tore those from me hours ago.. I wandered back into the trees for shade and started trying to figure out how to survive and if anyone else had made it. There seemed to to be no end to the fruit trees and a cool fresh water spring assured I wouldn't dehydrate

 

[Hard_Rom]

The roar of breakers brings me around. The current, tide and wind are bringing me straight towards land. Waves crash on a reef protecting an inner lagoon. I grab the edges of the table I managed to find and climb on after the ship went down. I was wearing my PFD but it let me get out of the water.

A curling breaker grabs me and drives me and the table under. I lose the table and am carried by the wave forwards. I come up gasping for air, just in time to be driven under again. The coral rips at my PFD shredding it. Popping to the surface I find myself in calm waters.

I'm totally knackered by the time I crawl up on the beach. Managing to stagger above the tideline I collapse. It's been two days without water in the tropical sun. I better find water. There might have been a creek mouth to my left a klick or so. Grabbing a piece of drift wood, I haul myself to my feet and start down the beach.

 

[GeneralAdam]

The morning came at last. I finally able to pull myself together and notice the long stretch of beautiful beach. There is no sign of civilization, no building and no smokes.

I decided to stroll along the beach, hoping to find anything that might had wash ashore from our wreck ship or if someone may had landed the same faith as I.

It was almost an hour later, I finally saw some floating items, metal and wood plank washed ashore. Never to hesitate, I salvage as much as I can, pulling anything available up to the higher land.

This canvas is great. I can make a shelter under those trees for tonight. Just pray that there are other survival here. I sat under the coconut tree, exhausted.

 

[GeneralAdam]

OOC: we had 3 guys and 1 girl now. I don't know what is going to happen next and everyone has a fair chance to shape the story. We can be friends, enemy or whatever. Please stick to one rule: Play your own character and do not decide for others.

I had to put a limit to maximum 4 guys if there are anymore coming. Girls are still open.

 

[Jay_P]

OOC: I understand and can handle that , hopefully some ladies will join up soon. On the other hand... if the situation applies I can "enjoy" the company of guys as well...

IC:
Morning,.. I had spent the night curled up under a large plant with leaves that were bigger than I was. I headed back down to the beach and after a few minutes found bits and pieces of stuff from the ship. The shredded remains of a life jacket bobbed just off shore and then I saw it. The drag lines through the sand and footprints. I wasn't alone! "Hello?" I called out. Is anyone still around?

 

[Initiate_me]

After a few hours of pondering in the beautiful jungle, it's become clear to me that I must get back to the beach. I've nothing to carry water in, but it'll only be a few hours walk, now that I know the way, and I can always come back. There may be fresh water near the bach that I missed. If I'm going to find anyone else, which I'ld like to do before dark comes, I'll have to get as close to the shipwreck as possible, and make a lot of noise. One strap of my summer dress has torn- caught in a branch at some point, I imagine. It's hanging from my shoulder but my modesty is still in tact- of there are others here, I don't want to stumble across them half naked!

A few hours later I'm back at the beach. I can't believe it took me so long to make this journey the first time. I must have been in a terrible state, and I do remember getting lsot more than once. It can't be more than four miles. I stare along the beach, one way, and then the other way. I can't see anyone yet, but it's an undulating surface, with dunes and dips, so there could be someone not too far away.

I think..... I think I can here someone shouting....

 

[Jay_P]

I see someone down the beach and shout again to get their attention, glad to see someone and not really thinking that I am completely naked. I stumble and head down the beach and come up over one of the dunes almost face to face with an other survivor, her dress is torn and almost, but not quite hanging off of her somehow managing to keep her modesty intact. Which reminds me that I am naked, but out here on the beach there really isn't anywhere for me to hide, and nothing to cover with anyway. I try to just ignore and make sure she is OK. ... "I am Jay.." Have you seen anyone else yet?"

 

[Initiate_me]

A person! A..... naked person. Blossoming relief to see another soul fights with my natural reserve. I make sure to keep my eyes away from the...vital area. I keep them locked to his face, which is no great sacrifice as he is quite handsome.... maybe a little sunburnt, but I imagine I must be too. I'm not alone! I resist the temptation to hug him.

"Oh thank God! I'm not alone! I just.... I don't believe all this, it's...... I just can't believe it." I ran my fingers through my long dark hair, nervously, before remembering that he had introduced himself.
"Oh, sorry- I'm Steph"

 

[Jay_P]

I know.. I mean... all the people.. do... do you know if anyone else survived? I think they did, i saw some other tracks off the beach earlier. I then smile somewhat embarrassed. "I'm sorry for being naked. I kinda lost the only things I had in the surf and.. ... i'm sorry I hope I don't offend you." There appears to be plenty of fruit and water at least around here from what little looking around I did.
"and.. nice to meet you steph."

 

[Initiate_me]

"Well, I'm not exactly well-covered either- and I'm not going to complain about anything, I'm just glad to find someone else. You don't have shoes then, I guess?" I suddenly realise how ridiculous I sound, talking about shoes, when here we are-possibly the only survivors of awful shipwreck, on some unkown Island.

"Sorry, shoes aren't really the issue here. Obviously. Erm.... I haven't seen anyone else, but I've been mostly a few miles from the sea- there's a sort of... jungle, I guess, a few miles away. I'm sure.... I mean.... someone else must have surived, right? There were like, a hundred people on that ship. I'm just glad I was travelling alone- were you with anyone?" I speak quickly, trying to cover the lingering fear.

 

[Jay_P]

I shook my head.."No.. I was traveling alone as well. and I dont have any shoes. So far I have been lucky to be on soft ground." I have the urge to hug you.. for the comfort of human touch and re-assurance if nothing else, but hold back. "It.. is normal I think to fixate on other things as you try to process a tragedy. I think there HAD to be a few others at least.. Though why they were never able to launch any lifeboats I don't understand." I look over you briefly trying not to think about how the dress follows your curves. "We should find some shelter and then see if we can find other survivors."

 

[Initiate_me]

I nod, too many times, too stupidly, brain clouded with the mess of the situation.
"Yeah.... yep.....yeah. We should..... we should......" The sun, the walking, the mental exhaustion- all of it washes over me. It's too much. I kneel down on the sand, eyes shutting, and collapse, passed out in the baking heat.

 

[Jay_P]

I stop as you fall over alarmed and worried for you, but realizing the heat and maybe dehydration have gotten to you. I manage to kneel down and lift you into my arms and stumbling make my way back to the jungle through an opening in the trees to the stream I had been staying at. I lay you down on the carpet of leaves and try to keep your head elevated I scoop water over you letting it run down over your body soaking your dress and making it cling to you enticingly as I try to cool you off and then get you to wake up enough to take drink. The thin fabric of your dress seems to only accentuate your femininity and I while I wait for you to cool off and wake up I take a moment to just enjoy the sight. My cock stirs and then I think to myself.. This is not the time for that kind of thoughts.. "Steph? are you OK? come on... wake up.."

 

[Hard_Rom]

The kilometer to the creek mouth was the longest walk of my life. With the tide still high I think I will have to move inland until I get past the brackish water. Half a klick up the stream bed the water freshens up. Not even thinking about beaver fever or what ever this part of the world holds in its waters, I drink deep and long. I take off my clothes and wash the salt out of them.

Clothing held up. Long pants, shirt and deck shoes. I take stock of my pocket contents. Always been a kit monster. My large folding knife made it with me so did my bic lighter. One good tool, clothes, fire source and water. Could be worse.

I get a fire going. Not that it is cold but fire always has a nice psychological comfort.

The sound of voices from the beach cause me to put on my pants and run down. When I get there, there is no sign of anyone. Two sets of prints lead to a spot on the beach. One set, deeply set in the sand go back into the jungle. Looks like someone carried another.

I follow the trail to a small creek that probably feeds into the one I have camped beside. A naked man seems to be giving attention to a prone woman. Normally I would not interfere but this is life or death.

I make some noise so as not to startle them, then step out of the bush.

"Hello, my name is Rom. Can I assume you came from the same wreck?" I ask.

ooc: Rom is tall slim 50ish short cropped mostly dark hair with tattoos.

 

[Jay_P]

I turned as Rom stepped into the clearing around the stream. Glad for the distraction I stand up and offer my hand to shake. "Yeah we came from the wreck, She fainted in the heat." I was trying to get her cooled off."

OOC: Jay is about 5'5" slim build blue-grey eyes dark cropped hair. no tattoos.

 

[Initiate_me]

My eyes stutter open, light pours in. They adjust, slowly. I'm lying down, back in the jungle, some sort of clearing. I can hear.... a stream, I think. A soothing, steady trickling. Male voices. I turn my head- there are two now. The guy I met..... before passing out....Jay. And someone new- older, tall, tattoed. I sit up carefully, a slight headache but nothing worse. I try to give a smile but it breaks under the stress of.... everything.


OOC: Steph is a slim, athletic Univeristy student with long dark hair. 5' 5"

 

[Jay_P]

"Steph? You ok?" I think you had gotten too much heat. You should make sure to drink plenty of water."
I offer my hand to help you stand up.
This is Rom... one of the other survivors.

 

[Initiate_me]

I take Jay's hand and haul myself up, putting on a brave face.I won't be The Weak Woman, I won't. We're all going to need to work hard to find others, and I musn't hold us back by being pathetic.
This clearing that makes our temporary home is pleasant, with light coming through, a useful stream, large leafed trees surrounding it for shelter. A good base. I still can't believe this.

"Hi Rom" I say, making an effort to seem alright. "Were you travelling with anyone? Have you seen anyone else?"

 

[MaidenFair]

I'd managed to make my self a shelter from palm leaves and branches. It wasnt too deep in the mangrove forest so that I was completely vulnerable to predators, if there were any, but not too close to the shore either. Beneath me was a bed of soft warm sand that stuck to my sunkissed dry skin.

I peer up from beneath my shelter at the sun and the clear blue skies, then look back down to the shore where something was glinting in the sunlight. I pull myself to my feet, wearing brown battered and salt stained combat boots, shorts and a tattered tank top. My long caramel coloured hair is dirty and dry, pulled up in a messy bun and tied with a bit of vine that I pulled off a tree when I was making my shelter. As I get to the shore I see its a bit of metal, must've been from the wreck. I lean down and pick it up, quickly dropping it, it's hot from lying in the sun all morning. I carefully kick it up to my shelter and find a rock then begin to sharpen the metal into a machete type instrument.

OOC: Amelia, 23 year old english girl, has a degree in history and strives to be an explorer like her hero Lara Croft.

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[Jay_P]

I haven't seen anyone else yet.... I think we probably ought to get some shelter rigged up before we go searching

 

[Heytheresexy991]

Lissy opened her eyes, her head throbbing and spinning, body aching and brushed and clothes nearly non-existent. She groaned, sitting up carefully. She stared up and down the beach she was sitting on, letting her fingers trail in the damp sand. She stood up, brushing sand off her ripped shorts and tank top. Her eyes took in the wide beach, blue sea and waving trees. Her head flashed with memories of the night before - a cruise ship, parties, drinks and truth or dare. "Right. Find other people." Lissy told herself, picking a random direction to follow.*

{Heya. Lissy - 24, rich, studying medicine, long blonde hair, blue eyes.*http://data.whicdn.com/images/58504952/model-natalia-vodianova-pretty-girl-gifs-animation_large.gif

 

[Jay_P]

I had pretty much resigned myself to being naked, not that it bothered me much and I was becoming more used to it. I started looking around the edges of the stream for young straight trees that would make good supports for the shelter.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"Pleased to meet you both. I was alone and came ashore alone. If we made it then others could have. I have a fire source. I'll get a fire going here then maybe get a signal fire going down on the beach," I reply, "Glad to see your okay, Steph. Get lots of water into you before you start anything. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I go back to my area and gather my fire and coals in a split piece of bamboo. Picking up firewood as I go, I return and get a small fire going, depositing a couple hours of wood beside it.

Before going to the beach, I stop and drink from the stream keeping hydrated. I try not to think of things like amoebic dysentery.

"I would feel so much better if we could boil this stuff," I say.

Like all beaches driftwood is readily found. I carve off some thin shavings of dry wood and in no time at all a good blaze is going. I spend the next couple of hours collecting as much wood as I can find.