I wake up and see that im on the sand again, for once i would wnat to stop being here. I sit up and look around. There is the group building the shelter and heres me who has been here for ages and hasnt done jack! Or have i? I'll never know.
Deserted Island Survival RP (Closed to newcomers)
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I wander through the forest, looking for game. I get the feeling the effort is in vain considering I'm not fast enough to catch anything. I feel leaving my blade with the rest of the group was a bad idea, but they DID need to build a shelter, and the blade was the closest thing we have to an axe.
I sigh, and wander back. My memory is getting better, but I'm still far from anything useful like names of things and people, myself included. When I get back to the group, some progress is made at least. I sigh again and turn to the man lying in the sand, I believe he calls himself 'Jaguar'?
"So, are you on break?" I ask, smile on my face.
I sigh, and wander back. My memory is getting better, but I'm still far from anything useful like names of things and people, myself included. When I get back to the group, some progress is made at least. I sigh again and turn to the man lying in the sand, I believe he calls himself 'Jaguar'?
"So, are you on break?" I ask, smile on my face.
OOC: Asclepion is removed. Took too long.
IC: The man I was running to disappeared. He flickered, still waving, and went away.
"What is this!?" I called out to no one in particular. Was I imagining this? Was I in some cruel virtual simulation? If I was, how could I get out? I decided to think less and run more. I ran past where the man was, his impression still in the sand. After at most 10 minutes, I was exhausted, and had a side stitch. I kept walking, remembering to take deep abdominal breaths, scouting out the beach for any signs of someone else, hoping to get to them before they flickered away.
IC: The man I was running to disappeared. He flickered, still waving, and went away.
"What is this!?" I called out to no one in particular. Was I imagining this? Was I in some cruel virtual simulation? If I was, how could I get out? I decided to think less and run more. I ran past where the man was, his impression still in the sand. After at most 10 minutes, I was exhausted, and had a side stitch. I kept walking, remembering to take deep abdominal breaths, scouting out the beach for any signs of someone else, hoping to get to them before they flickered away.
I ran the the jungle wondering where everyone had gone. I trip and see another man. "STOP!" I shout.
"I dont know!" I scream. The wasted months make me rember my name. "I think its Jaguar or james."
"I'm-" I stop, realizing for the first time that I don't know who I am. Who the fuck am I? I asked myself. I tried desperately to remember, burrowing my brain for any trace of a previous life, and most importantly, a name.
"I don't know who I am.." I told the man. "Have you seen anyone else around these parts? Someone in my condition?"
"I don't know who I am.." I told the man. "Have you seen anyone else around these parts? Someone in my condition?"
I lead this gentleman, yes i just said that, to the clearing where the man who was building the shelter has fell on top of his wall making it crumble. "Here." i say.
"Hey," I say to the man, coughing slightly after. "You don't know who you are either? How many people are here?" I ask. I see the incomplete shelter, the makeshift flag. It waved slightly in the wind. It was almost sunset, the jungle becoming darker by the minute.
OOC:Sorry for late response watching pawn stars
I shrug in disapointment. "Hold you have a nametag!" I say pointing to the mans shirt.
I shrug in disapointment. "Hold you have a nametag!" I say pointing to the mans shirt.
I walk over the shelter, still under construction.
"I was thinking, we should probably come up with names for ourselves. Something to go by until we remember our real names." I suggest.
"I was thinking, we should probably come up with names for ourselves. Something to go by until we remember our real names." I suggest.
I woke up on the beach, my jeans wet and may shirt ripped; how did I get here? I thought it was a dream.......was I drugged? Damn maybe my drink was spiked. Checking my pockets for my wallet I see my cards are fine but I don't think that matters. hearing voices I head over to investigate.
A woman in the same state as me suggested to make up names for ourselves. I though about that for a while.
"What should we name ourselves though? Our own favorite names or will we name each other based on consensus?" I pondered over that question, waiting for a response. "I guess of all the names I know, I'll take Aaron. Something about that double A is nice."
<spoiler=OOC>@Jaguar: No name tags. Our identities are secret.
"What should we name ourselves though? Our own favorite names or will we name each other based on consensus?" I pondered over that question, waiting for a response. "I guess of all the names I know, I'll take Aaron. Something about that double A is nice."
<spoiler=OOC>@Jaguar: No name tags. Our identities are secret.
a group of people I see, huddling around something. "Something about that double A is nice." I hear. Who said that? I check my phone, Hey it still works! *looks for google maps apps* no network connection.
Sprinting over to the crowd I say what the hell is going on? Where are we! the internet is not telling me!
Sprinting over to the crowd I say what the hell is going on? Where are we! the internet is not telling me!
I look around, startled, by a man yelling. He was screaming something about the internet not telling him. I turn to look at him and say,
"Calm down there, everything will be sorted out. It's normal for your phone not to work." with the outmost care.
"Calm down there, everything will be sorted out. It's normal for your phone not to work." with the outmost care.
"Alright man, if you say so." I reply. "So where are we and what can I call you?, Also do you the time? my phone says 4:30 but I don't know how accurate it is., My name is.............*thinks hard, checks phone for address book*......Sorry I can't remember. That's awkward, but can I help you?"
I listen quietly, thinking of what to call myself.
'Should I go with blade? No, too generic and sounds like I'm tougher than I am... How about-' "Riley?" I say, accidently thinking out loud. "Erm, call me Riley."
"And sure you can help. Our shelter isn't exactly coming around nicely, and it's getting dark."
'Should I go with blade? No, too generic and sounds like I'm tougher than I am... How about-' "Riley?" I say, accidently thinking out loud. "Erm, call me Riley."
"And sure you can help. Our shelter isn't exactly coming around nicely, and it's getting dark."