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A bunch of 6th graders were going on a feild trip to Hawaii to study some animals. You had been on that plane for 4 hours and you weren't even half way there. You were dazing off in your seat, when the plane starts to vibrate. "Please stay calm, passengers of Flight 317. We're just going through a few storm clouds." the pilot sais to everyone with his microphone. You look out your window and see a black cloud. Lighting shoots out of it and rain falls out of it. "Please fasten your seat belts, passengers." the pilot sais. Suddenly, the planes nose faces towards the sea. "We're going to have a emergency water landing. Please stay calm." the pilot sais, trying to sound calm, but we can all tell that he's worried. Suddenly, one of the kid staring out a window shouts "PULL UP! PULL UP! LAND!!". "This is Flight 317 going down! Mayday, mayday!" the pilot shouts. You're about to shout when the plane crashes. The plane crashed on the sandy beaches of a uncharted island. The pilots and the other workers on Flight 317 are dead. Only a handfull of kids have survived.
(When you make your character, he has to be knocked out, and he wakes up inside the crashed plane.)
Character Sheet:
Na.me:
A.ge:
Damages: (Tell us how bad you were hurt in the crash)
Inventory: (You can only have things like oreos or water bottles. No miniguns.)
Appearance:
Personality:
Bio:
Rules:
No character controlling, like saying "PWNS ALL OF U WITH STICK".
No impossible things, like saying "Slices head off with sword of light."
No arguing with me.
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Character Sheet:
Na.me: Cole Porter
A.ge: 12
Damages: Snapped left ankle, bruises, scratches, and a gash on right arm.
Inventory: Two water bottles and one bag of Fritos.
Appearance: My ROBLOXian but more realistic.
Personality: Goofy, curious, and adventerous. Sometimes he can be serious.
Bio: He was a nerd at school, even though he looked pretty cool. The reason he's a nerd is becuase he knows alot about animal species and computers.
(I need a Character Sheet too! =D)
(By the way, don't start RPing until I accept you.) |
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Na.me: Luke Porter
A.ge: 11
Damages: A few cuts and bruises no broken bones.
Inventory: Ham sandwich, Bag of cheeto's, Water bottles.
Appearance: My robloxian but more realistic.
Personality: Nice, But i get stressed out easly.
Bio: I am brothers with cole porter.
(Were brothers in real life.) |
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Na.me: Amy West
A.ge: 11
Damages: Cut on her left ankle, bruised arms. minor cuts on her legs
Inventory: Half empty water bottle, notebook and pen
Appearance: Long brown hair tied up, blue-green tank top and jeans
Personality: Kind, Protective, loyal.
Bio: Worrys about her younger brother, Jake, 5. Mother died 3 years ago. |
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(Both of you are accepted. We can begin Roleplaying now.)
I slowly open my eyes. I'm laying in my seat. Luckily, I had my seat belt on. My vision is a bit blurry and I'm dizzy. I look around the plane, suprised to see dead bodies. I slowly get up, but then scream in pain. "AHHHHHH!" I shout. I didn't notice my ankle was snapped. I fall back into my chair. I then notice a first aid kit on the wall. I fall out of my seat and begin dragging myself to the kit. I then open the box and get some bandages out. I wrap them around my right arm. I spray so disinfectant spray on my snapped ankle. Then, I start searching through my backpack for my phone, which is unfortunatly, shorted out by water. As I try to aid my broken ankle, I notice another class mate breathing. She's still knocked out, but she's breathing. I crawl over to her. I stare at her face. "Amy?" I think. I start shaking her shoulder. "Wake up, Amy." I start saying as I shake her shoulder. |
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Amy
I look up at him. "Ow!" I slapped his hand. There was a small cut where he was shaking. I sit up and look around. "What the?" I say, puzzled. I can feel somthing trickling on my ankle, and see a bleeding gash. I sighed and looked around "Anyone else alive?" I asked Cole |
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Amy
I put pressure on my ankle, trying to stop the bleeding. I reach for my backpack, which fell near me. I open it up and see if what clothes I packed. I ripped off a section of my old field hockey shirt and tied it around my ankle |
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Character Sheet:
Na.me: Austin Souks
A.ge: 14
Damages: A broken arm and sprained wrist
Inventory: ( I wanna say matches, but I doubt they would allow those on a plane....) Um.... just two water bottles
Appearance: dark brown hair, grey eyes, sort of tanned, decently strong buildup
Personality: Extremely nice, will try to do everything he can for everyone else
Bio:N/A
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( I guess I will change the a.ge: 12. 3 years off of my real age, *Sigh*) |
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(*Sigh* I wish the creator was on) |
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(I AM!)
"They're might be a few more survivors." I say, getting some more bandages.
"This might help." I say, wrapping it around her ankle.
"Now, let's see if we can find any more survivors on this plane." |
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(You werent when I posted that)
Amy
I stood up and looked around. I limped over to a medic kit and ripped it off the hinges. I stuffed it in my bag and continue to look through the wreckage |
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I hop one my right jeg to the pilot room. One of the pilots is barely alive.
"Radio...still...working." he sais, before suddenly dying and falling on the radio, making it break.
"Great. You just had to collapse there." I whisper.
I keep searching for living people, but I can't seem to find any that are breathing.
"Okay, we can try to look again tomorrow. Would you rather sleep in the plane, or go make a shelter?" I say to Amy. |
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Amy
I stick my head out the window. "Lets start the shelter, and if we cant finsh it by tonight we will sleep in here" I step outside and scan around for a good tree to make a lean-to with. |
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"Alright." I say, hopping out. I grab two sticks that could be used as a crutch for now.
"Ugh... If only we had a surgeon. My foot is killin' me. Hey, how about you? Were are you hurt?" I say, also searching for a good place for a shelter. |
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( May I join? If so..)
Na.me: Mika Alron
A.ge: 21
Damages: Broken nose, gash in mouth, which hurts whenever he talks, swallows.
Inventory: A large bottle of Gatorade, and in pocket he has his cell phone, which broke. and a bag of doritos.
Appearance: A messed up face because of the crash. He wears a Nike Tshirt, and black slim jeans. He has medium build, with medium length black hair, and black eyes.
Personality: Nice and caring, puts others before himself.
Bio: Was heading to visit his Girlfriend, but obviously wont see her now.
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(Dude, you're 21. You gotta be a kid.) |
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(Crap, meant 12, but now i want 13, please.) |
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Austin
I stirred then woke up "Huh? What?" I said then noticing where I was. |
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(Umm... There were only 6th graders on board. So, if you want to be thirteen, you'll have to be a idiot who got held back.) |
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(...Fine.)
I hear somebody inside the plane.
"I'm gonna go check who's in there." I say, hopping inside the plane.
Suddenly, a huge wave crashes into the crashed plane, wish sends it off the island. The plane's floating in the water.
"SNAP!" I shout.
"My name's Cole. Nice to meet you. Now follow me!" I say to Mike and Austin, jumping out the door.
I swim for land, but my snapped ankle resticts me.
"CRUD-CAKES!" I say before sinking under. |
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"Hi" I manage to mumble.
I jump out, and see he can barely swim. I doggy paddle so i dont mess up my face, and attempt to help him sim to land. |
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Austin
I reach down for Cole's hand when my arm starts to hurt extremely bad "OW!" I screamed. |
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When we both get to land, Amy is giving us the "And that's why I think your stupid." face. "Thanks." I say to Mika, feeling a bit emberrased that somebody had to save me. |
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