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Post by Stanic on Mar 29, 2006 16:04:42 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Okay in this role play the characters are victims of the aircraft Flight 529, which attempted an emergency landing at sea and crashed into the beach of a small southern pacific island. The opening is set just after the crash with wreckage and bodies littering the beach (Okay i know it sounds a lot like Lost, but who cares.) [/glow]
Name: Dominic (Dom) Reibstein Age: 21 Proffesion: Garage mechanic Bio: Australian by birth, moved to Los Angeles aged 18 with some friends, was on his way back to visit his parents when Flight 529 crashed. Character: likes to be in control. Will listen to peoples suggestions, but not always enforce them.
Name: Jacqui Stone Age: 17 Proffesion: student Bio: British citizen, was travelling with her classmates to Australia to study the rare wildlife. Character: Bubbly, easily scared, a bit immature for her age.
BANG! Dom awoke to the large explosion he was lying on a beach he could here fires burning and people shouting. He sat up and tryed to figure out where he was, he could see plane wreckage splayed across the beach. He heard a young girl scream loudly, looking over at her Dom could see that she was pointing to something on the other side of a large chunk of the fuselage before he could see what it was he heard the sound of an aircraft engine whirring up, at a similar time he saw a man being sucked towards the engine, the man disintergrated on impact. There was a bang fro the engine and it whirred down again. Dom turned around to see the girl slumped against a portion of the wing, her head in her hands. Dom wandered over to her. "Did you know that man?" he asked. The girl nodded. "He was my teacher." her eyes were shrik wrapped in tears. Dom took a moment to regard this. "My name is Dom Reibstein." he said eventually. The girl looked up. "Jacqui Stone." replied Jacqui sadly. They shook hands and Dom pulled her to her feet. "Come on we'll see if we can find someone we know." said Dom and he began walking towards where the tail of the plane was, Jacqui sidled behind, always looking at the ground.
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Post by Aulius on Mar 29, 2006 16:51:15 GMT
*hope theres a doctor on the plane*
Name: David (dave) Crane Age: 37 Proffesion: Detective Bio: British Detective who took a year off work to see the world, used to work in London before ordered to have a holiday due to stress levels. Right now he can't remember who he is until someone can find his suitcase with his ID Character: Likes to slack a little but is still very stressed for the momeny, a plane crash didn't help.
He opened his eyes, he stared up at the sky dark clouds floated above. He raised his head and looked around, people were screaming and shouting, all he could hear was a hi-pitched ring.
His hearing started to come back and then he tried to move. His arm was hurt bad, he tried to move again but he was in agony. He looked down at it, it was clearly broken, his shoulder was also dislocated. The screams and shouting grew louder as his hearing came back, he covered an ear and hoped for the ring to come back, it wouldn't.
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Post by Ceri on Mar 29, 2006 20:19:46 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Sounds like fun I've never seen Lost, so as far as I'm concerned it's all fresh and new Name: Leighton Andrews Age: 20 Profession: Teacher Bio: American; moved to Britain to teach English in college. Was on his way to Austrailia to meet some colleaues on his subject when the plane crashed. Character: Kind, good with young people. Works well in a team and is unused to working alone.[/glow] Dave's vision began to clear, and a voice joined the sounds pounding on his ears. "Can you hear me?" Dave opened his eyes painfully. Silhouetted against the sunlight was the outline of a person knelt beside him, leaning over him. "Oh, thank goodness. Are you okay? Can you sit up?" "Jesus Christ," Dave mumbled as pain shot through his shoulder. He blinked as his vision slowly sharpened. "Who're you?" "I'm Leighton Andrews. Don't move--I'll get help." Leighton stood up and looked around. Nearby he could see two people heading his way, a man and a younger girl. He waved over to them. Dom ran over, leading Jaqui by the hand. "You guys okay?" "I am," Leighton said, sounding slightly panicked. "I don't think he is..." Dom pushed Leighton aside, taking immediate control. Leighton went to stand by the child. Dom crouched beside the semi-conscious man on the sand. "What's your name?" he asked.
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Post by Aulius on Mar 29, 2006 20:46:49 GMT
"My..." he thought hard, he couldn't remember, he could remember people he knew, where he grew up but how could he forget his name he finalyl replied "I..I can't remember" "Amenesia I bet" Said Jacqui "Are you a qualified doctor?" "No, are you" "Erm, no" "Exactly"
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Post by [Six] on Mar 30, 2006 16:03:59 GMT
Name: Marvin Fletcher Age:21 Nationality:Australian Occupation: Pro Surfer Reason for travelling: Visiting family in australia after competing in the world surfing championships came first place.
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Post by ahelos on Mar 30, 2006 20:11:33 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Patches - I've never seen lost either...[/glow] Name: Shaunie Blackwater Age: 20 Proffesion: Teenage Counsillor Bio: Just going to go see family after finishing her counsillor course Character: Good at listening and advicing. Is a very trusting person who lets of good vibes and trys to stay positive.
(At the moment Shaunie is unconcious on the floor near the wreakage)
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Post by adzi on Mar 30, 2006 20:12:13 GMT
Name: Kusic Rockell Age: 23 Proffession: Doctor (Neurosurgeon) Bio: Outgoing, will do anything to save a patient. Teamplayer, increibly streetwise.
*Currently lying in a sprawled heap on the sand*
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Post by Ceri on Mar 31, 2006 7:59:39 GMT
Dom helped Dave to sit up and examined his wounds. Meanwhile Leighton turned his attention to Jaqui. "Are you okay?" She nodded silently without looking up. "What's your name?" "Jaqui." "I'm Leighton Andrews. Are you hurt?" "No." Leighton glanced around. It had been a sizable plane; there had to be other survivors around. "Stay here." Leaving Jaqui with Dom he wandered down the beach in search of others. [glow=red,2,300]Modified by Adzi to run in with story line (David cant remeber his name )[/glow]
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Post by Stanic on Mar 31, 2006 8:26:00 GMT
Jacqui stood up and followed some distance behind Leighton. Up ahead Leighton could see at least three full bodies, the first was a man in his early twenties. Leighton rolled the body over. "oh my god!" gasped Jacqui "..That's Marvin Fletcher, i saw him compete in L.A. before we flew out." Leighton shook Marvin, who stirred slightly. "Okay he's alive, Jacqui you stat with him. I'll go and check on those two." Said Leighton pointing, Jacqui nodded and knelt down beside Marvin. Leighton walked over to the next body, a girl around the same age as Marvin, she was holding a backpack in her hand, Leighton checked the pack for the name, he found it. "Shaunie Blackwater" he read off the label, he then turned his attention to Shaunie herself and tried to awake her.
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Post by Ceri on Mar 31, 2006 8:33:10 GMT
"Shaunie? Can you hear me?" The girl named Shaunie gave a low groan, blinking absently and dazedly. "What the...?" She focused her eyes on Leighton. "How..." She grimaced in pain, raising one hand to her head. "What happened?" Leighton helped her sit up. "Plane crash," he said quietly. "Are you hurt?" "I don't think so..." Shaunie brushed her hair back, her head pounding. "Bit achy. Who are you?" "Leighton. Can you walk?" Leighton and Shaunie stood up and Leighton helped her back towards Dom, past where Jaqui and Marvin were making slow progress towards awareness. "Wait a moment..." Leighton stopped, looking Shaunie over. "I know you. I recognise you. You're the Teenage Councillor who used to work at Court Moor School!" Shaunie stared at him. "Yes, I am...and you're...you're Mr Andrews, the English teacher!"
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Post by ahelos on Mar 31, 2006 21:00:41 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]lmao! Good one Ceri![/glow]
"Its good to see you again Shaunie, i've been meaning to see if i could get your email...sorry this isnt the time or place to talk about this. Are you well enought to help other people?" Said Mr Andrews "Yer i should be fine for now, my head just hurts. I'll start walking around to see if i can find other people" said Shaunie who gave Mr Andrews a encouraging smile while starting to walk away
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Post by Ceri on Mar 31, 2006 21:27:01 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Please, call me Leighton [/glow] Leighton jogged back to Dom and Dave. "How're we doing?" Dave was sitting up by this time, head in hands, still groaning in pain, with Dom's hand on his shoulder. "Not so good," Dom translated. At that moment Jaqui and another person ran over. "Dom, this is Kusic Rockell," she said breathlessly. "He's a doctor, and he..." "Scuse me," Kusic Rockell interrupted, pushing her gently to the side. He knelt beside Dave. "What's your name?" He moaned softly. "...I..I cant remember." "OK. How old are you?" "37...I think" Kusic continued to quick-fire him with questions, testing his, what seemed, patchy memory, while physically checking him for injury. As he did so, Leighton spoke to Dom. "What's the plan? We could be anywhere in the world. Any ideas?" Dom replied... [glow=red,2,300]Is Dom our leader figure? If so he should probably marshall us all up[/glow]
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Apr 3, 2006 18:29:11 GMT
Name: Lucy Davnish Age: 21 Nationality:multi (australian model mum, british tycoon dad) Occupation: business exec, socialite and model why travelling: to meet fiance, a pro yachtsman at the end of the volvo ocean race looks: blond, tanned skin, attractive, dressed in tan linen casuals chanel sunglasses and asian style slip on shoes
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Post by [Six] on Apr 4, 2006 12:48:56 GMT
''Hey whats going on where are we ...who are you Why is everybody screaming woah man!! ....'' Marvin got up and suddenly panicked ''Dude where is my Surfboard....?'' Dom shouted '' Ok all survivors over here...come on quickly'... as you all have probably gathered weve got a bit of a problem but erm noone panic we just need to make the best of things..''
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Post by Ceri on Apr 4, 2006 19:23:09 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]There's something about the name Fletcher, this is the third time it's been used on this forum [/glow] "Here--" Leighton pulled a notepad and pen from his pocket. "I'll take down everyone's names." Shaunie rolled her eyes, remembering how ordered and safe Leighton liked things to be. "Right...Leighton Andrews...Shaunie Blackwater...Dominic Reibstein..." He filled the page with the names of the people present while Dom stood uncomfortably in front of the assembly, wondering what to say. How could he say 'Don't panic'? They'd been in a flight crash--how could they not panic? They had no food, no resources, no idea where they were, no communications...And Dom didn't have a clue what to say.
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Post by Aulius on Apr 4, 2006 20:18:05 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]I dissappear for 6 days and everyone seems to mess up everything, Dave can't remember his name, In his profile i stated that he won't be able to remember till someone found his luggage! [/glow]
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Post by adzi on Apr 4, 2006 22:34:00 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Ok I've modified ceri's post to make it run inline with the story now [/glow]
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Post by Ceri on Apr 5, 2006 8:37:40 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Aulius, it's not very fair to say that everyone's messed everything up just because one person made a mistake which has now been corrected. The fact that Dave can't remember his name and I acidentally put it in the post doesn't exactly ruin the storyline in the space of the six days you weren't here[/glow].
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Post by Aulius on Apr 5, 2006 11:37:29 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]It wasn't just this thread, if you havn't read my bro messed up my computer while I was gone and several other people from other things have messed other things up.[/glow]
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Post by Ceri on Apr 5, 2006 18:29:07 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Okay then, but easy on the blame-game, that isn't our fault. But can we carry on with the role-play here?[/glow]
"Jaqui Stone...and..." Leighton looked up to where the doctor was sitting with the other stranger. "What's his name?" he asked Dom. "No idea." Leighton considered this. He thought back to Shaunie, and her name tag on her luggage. "Where's his luggage? There must be a name tag on one of them." He and Shaunie ran back to the flaming wreck to see if they could find the luggage.
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Post by Stanic on Apr 5, 2006 19:11:02 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]lol one of my posts saved the day [/glow]
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Post by Aulius on Apr 5, 2006 19:28:38 GMT
They stopped and then Shaunie turned to Leighton, "Hang on a minute, how can we tell which case is his even if it has a name tag!" "We'll search all of them" Leighton said, while looking at the wreckage, some of which was still on fire. Shaunie frowned. "Theres like 200 cases! We don't even know if his identity is in it" "All the more reason to search, besides we might come across medical and food products"
The began their search with two cases nearest to them. Leighton opened his and instantly saw that it was a womans case, unless it was a transvestite, he looked through it and found an inhaler. Shanie in the mean time had by chance opened his case first. The label had come off and it was a little burnt but inside was fine, he pulled out some Aspirin.
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Post by Stanic on Apr 5, 2006 19:35:57 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]btw Shaunie is female (I think)[/glow]
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Post by Aulius on Apr 5, 2006 19:57:30 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]I'm trying to work out where Shaunie jumped in and who made him/her[/glow]
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Post by Ceri on Apr 5, 2006 21:20:46 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Shaunie is female and is Ahelos' character, the Teenage Councillor who used to work with Leighton.[/glow]
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Post by Stanic on Apr 5, 2006 21:24:25 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]i thought as much (mind you i'm p*ssed off my t*ts so i don't know what i'm doing) sry if that counts as bad language)[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Modified: yes, that does count as bad language, Stanic -- Ceri[/glow]
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Post by Ceri on Apr 5, 2006 21:45:35 GMT
"Any luck?" Dom called over. "Not yet," Leighton replied. Shuffling through the other cases he came across his own, packed with his books, teaching equipment and spare glasses. In the madness of the crash and aftermath he hadn't even realised that he wasn't wearing his glasses; he presumed that they'd been broken in the crash. He hastilly pulled out his spares and put them on, only now noticing the difference it made to his vision. Putting his own case aside he pulled the next towards him, searching for the label. It was badly burnt and scratched, and he could barely make out the name.
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Post by Stanic on Apr 5, 2006 21:46:53 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]whoops sry[/glow]
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Post by Ceri on Apr 5, 2006 21:48:30 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Dont worry about it. Just try to refrain from posting if you're A) not adding to the story and B) under the affluence of incahol [/glow]
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Post by Stanic on Apr 5, 2006 21:54:19 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]definatly B with maybe a hint of A[/glow]
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