The Wreckage

Subject: The Wreckage Mon Jun 17, 2013 2:50 pm

The Ship Wreckage

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Right near the shore but still halfway in the water is the wreckage of the ship that had brought many of the canines to this mysterious island. Canines are still capable to swim up into the wreckage to look for possible supplies and also look around the wreckage. It looks rather dangerous on the inside of the wreckage so unless given exact order or given permission by an alpha it is forbidden to go near it to avoid any deaths. The wreckage is placed practically right on the shore right now, though its submerged half way in deeper waters and broken up and also expected to move farther out into the sea with time.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:36 am

A frighteningly undernourished figure stumbled out of the leafy fern fronds and into the sandy ground. The figure kicked up sand in it's path, almost falling over completely. The skinny figure caught itself at the last moment, and stood lopsided, staring at the scenario before it.

The figure looked vaguely human, to some extent. It's jet black hair was in a ratted mess atop it's slender face, emerald green eyes wide in fear. It's skin was stretched across it's skeletal frame, extremely pale. Blood was dried on her forehead, stained in a crimson, crusty drip down it's jaw. It wore a tattered black shirt, fraying black Vans, and thread bare blue jeans ripped and torn at the knees especially.

The figure's fragile body raddled in momentary fear as the scent of blood reached it's nostrils. As the figure slowly began to comprehend the situation, it began to shake, and fell backwards in the sand. In a weak haste, the figure scrambled back into the palm fronds. It was obvious that this figure was weak from dehydration and lack of food.

The figure collapsed half way into the greenery, panting in fear and exhaustion. The blood filled her nostrils, bringing back pieces of painful memories. The bodies, the blood, the... bodies..... the..... blood.

The figure whimpered and shook in fear. These animals and people from the crash would hurt her, she was positive, hurt her so severely, she would certainly die.

Something snapped in the figure, the false fight or flight realization. She would fight, fight these strangers so they wouldn't kill her. They would not kill her. She would make sure they wouldn't.

The figure uttered a inhuman, guttural growl, and slink on to all fours, sitting lopsided in the sand, eyes narrowed and teeth bared like an animal. They would not get her.

Word count: 304

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Jul 03, 2013 2:41 am

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Rocco had watched it all go down frown where he was sat high up in a tree. Snow was falling down upon the beach, covering all the bodies of limp humans in a white blanket, making the red of their blood pink. It was almost pretty, the pink colors mixed with white and the bodies of near dead humans. Rocco knew that it should be a sickening sight, that maybe to any other human the blood mixed in with snow would be a nightmare, but it was pretty and captivating to the strange male. He had been sitting there in that tree at the edge of the forest for a while, his body growing cold from the falling snow and his arms growing weak from holding onto the tree.

Even with his ushanka hat was sitting on his head, covering his ears and most his face he was freezing and knew he should head back to his home soon, but he was far to distracted. As a frail figure walked across the beach coated in pink and white snow mixed with sand. Her black hair stood out like a sore thumb against the pale setting, which of course attracted the curious male. She seemed hurt by the way she walked stiffly with a small limp and the blood coating her skin, the rips in his black clothing.

Although he was fascinated to see other humans that were alive right now Rocco was far to skittish to confront her. He watched the female walk her way across the beach, until collapsing at the tree line, a few paces away from Rocco's tree. Tilting his head slightly he looked down at his feet, making sure he wouldn't fall off the branch he was on as he inched forward, wrapping his limbs around the tree so he wouldn't fall so he could get a closer look.

The female's behavior only got more interesting to Rocco as she let out a animal like growl. Her stance became aggressive though she remained on the ground. Her teeth bared and bright verdant eyes narrowed to small slits. Finally deciding he needed to confront this strange girl Rocco inched backwards until he was at the base of the tree again. Still holding onto the branch with his hands he slipped down so he feet were on the next branch. He did this again and again until he was close enough to the ground and he just jumped down.

He kicked up the odd snow that began to fall in the summertime, making his way over to the girl. He figured it would be best to keep far away but he couldn't help himself. He found himself only a foot away from this wild female, his blue eyes narrowed curiously and his mouth opened just a slight bit in amazement. He was probably being rude but honestly he hadn't seen a human in so long and seeing this girl act like this made him quite curious. Was this how humans acted now? "Hello" he said in a loud voice to the female, his blue gaze still filled with curiosity.

Addressed: Radioactive
Mentioned: Radioactive
Song of the moment: Strangers Like Me by Phil Collins
Muse: Pretty good
Tone: Curious
Word Count: 525
Side Notes: Rocco is so weird

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Jul 03, 2013 3:23 am

The weak and feral looking female's nervous and skittish eyes darted towards movement in her peripheral vision. She arched her back slightly, trying to get to her feet. It was one of the humans thrown limply in the wreckage that survived, it didn't want her here. But this was hers, this place was hers.

Pain rocketed through the female's head as she tried to move on to two feet. It was an incredible wave, making her shutter, and wince in pain. The figure stumbled backwards and carefully regained her balance, knocking into some ferns and spraying a mixture of sand and snow into the air. She stood lopsided, wearing the same menacing look on her face. She would not go down without a fight.

The creature that had caused the movement out of the corner of her eye had appeared. He held in his gaze what she was convinced false curiosity, that would only end in attack. No, she would not allow such an event.

She watched as the stranger drew nearer, and with every closer step grew the anxious beats of her heart and lungs filling with angered breath.

the female barely heard the stranger's unemotional greeting, and lunged at him. Her weak legs surged with a sudden power fueled by adrenaline, her arms raised in the air as she sprung forwards in a single leap, which did not carry her far from the ground. The female was fueled with an anger of self protection and fright, and tackled the stranger around his waist.

In an instance her small, weak looking hands were balled into fists and impacting the stranger's jaw in a violent anger. Her emerald green eyes held a demented, violent power, staring in anger at the man's bright blue eyes. Her breaths came out in hisses as she attacked this stranger she was positive meant harm. Her fists impacted his face three times before she tried to grab his shoulders and shaking him against the ground, but her power was fading fast as was her health. It would be very easy to overpower her.

Word count: 348

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Jul 03, 2013 12:30 pm

Rocco backed up some when he realized he was making the girl panic but it was to late. Before he could process anything he found her lunging at him, slamming her body into him and knocking him to the ground. It was kind of pathetic such a scrawny girl had knocked Rocco over, but he wasn't expecting a fight. He was just curious towards the animal like female. He just walked up to her and said hello and next thing he knew he was knocked to the ground with fists flying into his jaw. He had taken three blows to the face, and now had a bloody nose and the female was trying to slam him repeatably against the ground but she seemed to be getting weaker.

Rocco didn't exactly want to hurt a girl, but he had to as it was for self defense. Picking his arms up from where they were raised to his face to avoid getting anymore punched to it he grabbed hold of her shoulders firmly and pushed her off him. He had flung her into the sad away from him and quickly hopped to his feet. He wasn't sure if she would attack again but honestly he didn't care anymore. Slowly that calm presence that was in him before was fading away and he was becoming more violent and craved a fight.

He thought of the human not as a girl anymore, but just another person in this world who hated him and wanted him dead. The thought that she was out to kill him made him madder then ever, why would someone want to kill him? He hadn't done anything wrong lately, he just was... different and slightly off from being away from civilization for so long and going through the things he did when he first came here with his sister.

The girl wanted him dead, he was sure of this now and he would not give her the pleasure of seeing him dead. Narrowing his icy eyes so they looked more menacing and less kind and curious he grabbed the girl by her hair, pulling her up onto her feet then using his other hand to grip her neck and slam her again a tree, letting go of her black strands as he did. Still holding one hand tightly to her neck to make it hard for her to breath he raised the other up behind him own head, balled in a fist and ready to punch.

"That wasn't nice" he said softly, his expression changing so he looked hurt and offended. "I just said hello... I didn't know that was so offensive now, apparently a lot has changed." He looked up to the sky and smiled softly, the snow still coming down and hitting hi face. His ushanka had fallen off when she talked him, same with his classes so he was colder now and he couldn't see anything close to him. Lowered his head so he could see her bright green eyes again he sighed softly and looked sadly at her.

"Its a shame I have to kill you now, I'm positive you would be quite pretty if you weren't all bloody and torn up from the wreck." His fist was still hovering behind his head, ready to hit. Honestly he hadn't punched her yet because he didn't want to, sure she was trying to kill him but did he really have to just punch a girl in the face? That was so rude and wasn't very nice. Growling softly at himself he quickly changed his mind, who cares if it wasn't nice, she had attacked him and she needed to pay the price. With no mercy he slammed his first forward, making it crash solidly into her nose and probably breaking it.

Once his fist hit her face that first time he couldn't exactly hold back now. One thing led to the next and he was pelting her face rapidly with his fist, his other hand holding tightly to her neck. Once her face was pretty well messed up and bloody he let go, dropping her to the ground and staggering backwards until he collapsed to the ground a distance away from her. "S-sorry" he said softly, his bright eyes wide, "you want to kill me."

Addressed: Radioactive
Mentioned: Radioactive
Song of the moment: The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars
Muse: Pretty good
Tone: Sorry, angry, cruel
Word Count: 726
Side Notes: Rocco is having a moment... just excuse his biopolar outbursts all through this post.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Jul 03, 2013 3:48 pm

The small and weak began to falter as she shook the stranger. Blood had welled up in his nose and had smeared on to her fists. She could smell the nauseating rust scent all over her as she began to shake him weakly.

Suddenly, pain erupted in her scalp as the stranger grabbed her jet black hair, and pinned her to a tree. Her breath came out in gasps, the stranger's grip on er neck was slowly suffocating him. A combination of fear and anger filled her expression as she struggled to be freed. Her chest heaved as she flipped out. Her head was pounding with such an intensity it was hard to focus, but one thing was for sure, this male was touching her.

The breaths she could mister were weak and guttural as she stared down the stranger. Fear was apparent in her emerald eyes, but her expression showed otherwise. The weak female flinched as the stranger's balled fist raised behind him. The weak female gasped angrily for breath. She barely understood the stranger's words. She was focused on his hurt expression. he didn't understand what was wrong. After all, this male did want her dead, didn't he?

The stranger stopped for a moment, just staring into her emerald eyes, his expression of hurt changing into one of anger. She gasped angrily, but had begun to shake in fear and exhaustion.

With a sudden movement, the stranger's fist at last made impact with her pale face. Her nose exploded in a wave of pain and blood. She gasped in breath, screaming weakly, which was barely audible.

Again is fist made contact with her face, one punch after another, each making her face explode with pain. Her eye, her nose, her jaw, all hit multiple times. A look of pure fright filled her expression, and suddenly it all stopped. The stranger's grip on her neck released and she fell limply to her ground. Her face was quite injured. A black circle was forming around her right eye, blood dripped from her nose, and her own blood covered her face.

She barely understood the male's apology. Her world was spinning in a collection of white and weird color combinations. All she could feel was pain, pain in her face and the pain in her head. She stumbled to her feet, and wasn't able to keep a proper balance. Her weak legs wobbled at she looked into the direction of the stranger.

She brought her shaky hands to her face, and uttered a single, raspy word "Owie" All she could comprehend was the pain everywhere on herself, pain from her injuries, the cold snow hitting her bare skin, and the pain of her older head injury. She stumbled away, about a foot, and collapsed in mental overload in the cold, snowy sand.

Word count: 473
((She's not dead, just passed out from exhaustion pretty much))

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Fri Jul 05, 2013 11:36 am

Coming onto the beach Charlie was over whelmed by screams and yelps, calls for help and the sound of breaking metal. The sand was soft and wet from melted snow, since the sun had risen from the short spout of snow and melted all the white fluff. Blood was everywhere, accompanied by dead bodies and limbs all across the ground. It was just horrific and was quite sad. Turning his eyebrows up some so he looked quite saddened and his brown/green eyes rather classy he let out a slow steady breath before looking around a bit more before heading over to two limp bodies, a boy and a girl who both looked around his age, the boy maybe a bit old (Rocco and Radioactive).

Coming closer to them the first thing he noticed his besides the redness and swolleness of his face the male was completely, fine, despite the fact he looked like he had just ran over a puppy with a truck. The girl however, along with her beaten face was all messed up which meant one hadn't come from the crash, and the two had gotten into a fight. There simply wasn't any room for the humans to be fighting each other, and it was quite annoying that the two had gotten in a fight, but he figured they must have their reasons.

Considering the male could tend to his own wounds Charlie dived down, picking up the frail girl's body and heading over away from this male encase he attacked her again. She was obviously knocked out cold, so Charlie wouldn't have any issues with sewing her up and giving her some medicine which was good. Pulling his canteen from around his body he opened it and willing poured the rest of the fresh water he had with him over her cuts to wash them out some, then went over to a pool of salt water, filling his canteen and returned.

If she was awake the salt water would burn her cuts, but it would help and he wasnt sure how they'd feel when she woke up. Sighing he figured the small pain would be worth it if the salt cleaned out her wounds. Pouring the salt water over his wounds he then looked over her body, making sure there was no pieces of ship wreck metal sticking out of her. To his relief there was not any but she was bleeding really badly on her leg and would probably need stitches. Unfortunately Charlie hadn't brought a med kit with him, so would probably have to find one real quickly.

Standing up he looked around the beach with no luck he sighed but soon brightened up when he saw a sewing kit, which would work just fine but he really needed some bandages as well. Sliding back into the sand next to her he pulled her up into his lap, debating how to go about this. It would be unbelievably awkward for him to just pull her pants off without her permission but she was wounded and bleeding out, what was he going to do?

Sighing uncomfortably he looked around helplessly see if he could find a knife or something so he could just cut her jeans into shorts and work much more comfortably. Of course, no luck. Helplessly with no other choice Charlie shifted over awkwardly so he could unbutton and unzip he pants and pull them gently off her body. It was now completely uncomfortable with a half naked girl sitting in his lap but he was saving lives so he guessed it didnt matter that much. Threading his needle he went to work patching up her leg, and when he finished picked her up and set her on the ground so he was no longer on his lap. "Your legs gonna hurt when you woke up.. sorry I cant do anything about that" he said softly.

Sighing he picked up the cut of piece of her jeans and ripped a piece off, using it to tie it around a wound. He did so until he could use then pants no longer, and thats the best he could do. He hoped Phoenix had brought a water canteen so he could give her some water when she woke up but he wasn't sure if his friend had brought one.

[size=11]Addressed: Radioactive
Mentioned: Radioactive, Rocco, Phoenix
Song of the moment: Sing by My Chemical Romance
Muse: Good
Tone: Sorry
Word Count: 701
Side Notes: I bet Radio is disappointed she hadn't gotten stripped down by Charlie. EDIT: Due to popular demand the pants are coming off.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Fri Jul 05, 2013 5:40 pm

Screams, dozens of screams. There was a huge wreckage in front of him as he crawls out underneath a part of it. He sat there on his knees looking up at the sky, his blue eyes greenly-colored and watery. He knew this would happen, he KNEW this would happen! It had happened!
But, he was still alive. Though, he wasn’t sure it that was a good or a bad thing. He sat there on his knees, his face lifted at the sky, praying numerous of words under his breath.

There were a few dead bodies around him, which worried him a lot. But he was so shocked from the crash. When he lowered his head and looked around he saw a few humans, taking care of the dead bodies around him. Alan wasn’t sure what to do.
He didn’t know if he was wounded. The shock he was in made him feel no pain at all. he was even forgotten he could turn into his wolf form and run off.

He just slowly got to his feet and started to limp down the beach, still his eyes watery and his mind somewhere else. He still kept on hearing those screams, but they sounded so far away, so distant.
Alan King was known for his fear of crashes. He always got paranoid even when just entering a plane or boat. He wished he had stayed home, he hated going to another country, even to another city. He had always been afraid of never returning home when he did.
Now he had finally had the guts to leave his hometown, but he had still been paranoid of getting on a boat or plane. Now he had ended up here, not even sure what to do, or what to think of it all. He didn’t know what was happening, still he knew he felt scared.

‘’Wha- what’s going on…?’’, he asked, more mumbling to himself as no one seemed to really pay attention to him, more to the dead bodies. He lifted his hands, wrapping his face in them as he rubbed his eyes and the upper part of his nose. While doing this he groaned loudly.
Just when he thought he was steady enough on his legs to walk any further, he fell back down to his knees again, just sitting there and staring off into the distance. ‘’What the hell h-happaned…?’’

Addressed: All
Mentioned: All
Mood: Confused, exhausted, shocked
Note: Finally posted! No one told me we had started. D8

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sat Jul 06, 2013 4:06 am

The female was suddenly aware of a faint pain coursing through her. It was distant, very distant, but still there. It intensified her head pain slightly, and slowly began to fade out. The pain was still there, very tangible, but not so itense that it would awaken her from consciousness.

With a sudden jolt she was awoken. The pain was sharp, sudden and lingering. She had felt it in her upper thigh, it had intensified her already throbbing injury pain into searing, fiery pain that traveled down her entire body. Her eyes snapped open, the shock of the pain freezing her body. A scream burned in her hoarse throat, and was suddenly cut short as she examined the scenario before her.

Above her was a stranger, he had darker colored hair with bright hazel eyes. He was intent on a wound in her leg. To her surprise, her tattered jeans had been removed, showing her underwear.

What was happening? Her head spun from her injuries, blood loss, and overall mental overload. Again, another stab of lightening pain shot through her leg wound, and this time a scream erupted from her rough throat and immediately faltered. Again, she felt the pain of her injury, but as it wore on, the pain became more bearable. She could still feel the stranger messing with her injuries though.

The female was so exhausted and confused. She really wasn't sure what was happening, but she would find out later.

Relieved as the injury on her leg had stopped suddenly erupting with pain, she was barely aware that the stranger had moved her. She could hear a faint sound of ripping fabric, and the feeling of fabric covering her obvious wounds.

She heard the strangers calming words faintly. It struck her as odd, that this stranger wasn't hurting her. He would though, just like the other one. She would deal with such maters later.

She opened her eyes slightly, looing back up at the stranger in a mix of confusion and exhaustion. Opening her eyes had just intensified the pain in her head, so she closed them, trying to stay awake, After all, these strangers could kill her when she was vulnerable. unbelievably exhausted, all she could really think about was rest, even though this stranger was causing her pain. It didn't matter right now, she'd deal with that later.

Word Count:394
Addressed: Charlie
Mentioned: Charlie, Rocco
Mood: Dazed, exhausted, oddly calm.
Side notes: I'm going to do this thing now cause everyone seems to. This post sucks T-T.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sat Jul 06, 2013 3:42 pm

Phoenix followed Charlie onto the beach. He felt bad for getting all stern with him and the look in Charlie's eyes just hurt him but he had to make sure Charlie had control.

He cleared the thought from his mind and looked around. All the chaos made him want to just walk away and let the people deal with their own problems but Phoenix knew he couldnt do that if Charlie was with him because Charlie actually liked to help people. Glancing at Charlie he noticed him already getting down and helping someone out. "Hey if you need anything just get me."

Chaos had never really been Phoe's favorite so all the madness surrounding him made him feel lost. He couldn't decide who to help or what to do so he stood by Charlie uselessly waiting for orders.

That was when Phoenix noticed that Charlie had had to take off the pants of the girl he was helping. Phoenix looked away helplessly acting like it wasnt weird.

When his attention was back on the chaos he started to wonder if any of the people from the crash were like him and Charles. Although they were probably all 100 percent human he wouldn't be surprised if there were some freaks in the handful that had survived. The island had a strange taste and the island seemed to always get what it wanted. Back when he had first been trapped on the demonic piece of land he had had hopes of getting off one day. Now he never even thought of rescue and he was okay with that.

WC:267
Side notes: I DON"T BWAHAHA

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Jul 07, 2013 1:55 pm

Charlie's brownish eyes widened when she screamed and he dropped to his knees beside her again. "Shhh shh its okay.. I promise I'm not trying to hurt you or anything.." he paused and sighed slightly, adding in a lower voice "and diffidently not trying to rape you.. I just had to take your pants off to sew up your leg. I'm sorry please don't get the wrong idea. Phoenix can give you his pants if it really bothers you that much." Sure it wasn't his call to offer the girl Phoenix's pants but Charlie had scars and burns on his legs he'd rather not flaunt around.

When she screamed again Charlie gave her a sad expression and turned to face Phoenix. He didn't know what to do about the pain but he didn't want her to dehydrate. "Phoenix, please tell me you brought a water bottle?" He smiled sheepishly, "and I hope you don't mind but I kinda told her she could have your pants. Cause you know.. I have a condition I cant go clothes-less" he gave an innocent, sad look trying to make his friend feel bad for him and agree to give her his pants." He still felt a little bad about telling her she could have Phoenix's pants but he figured as long as he had underwear on it would be fine. Turning back to the woman he sighed softly. "Are there any wounds I missed?" He was pretty sure he looked over her body well enough but theres always a chance he missed something..
[size=11]Addressed: Radioactive, Phoenix
Mentioned: Radioactive, Phoenix
Song of the moment: City Of Angels by 30 Seconds To Mars
Muse: alright
Tone: Sorry, nervous
Word Count: 260
Side Notes: Take ALL the pants!.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Mon Jul 08, 2013 1:35 am

Phoenix was kind of spacing out when Charlie addressed him so for a moment he just stared at the guy processing what he had said. When he finally got it he stared blankly at Charles, giving him the are-you-for-real look. "W-what?" He glanced over at the woman and all it took was the look of exhaustion and confusion on her face to make Phoenix think that she needed his pants more than he did. He sighed and started to unzip his pants because he knew he would have second thoughts if he didnt. Besides it wasn't like he didnt have another pair of pants at home it was just he didnt like being almost naked around a bunch of strangers.

He threw his pants at Charlie pretending like his face wasnt all red and he couldn't feel a breeze(nwahaha). Kneeling down in the gritty sand he rummaged through the pack he carried around on his back for some water. When he found a bottle he also chucked it at Charlie without saying anything.

Here Phoenix was making a first impression on everyone who just crashed onto this island and he was pant-less. He figured he had been in worst situations so he would play this one off. He stood back up and addressed Charlie with perhaps a tid bit too much sarcasm, "Anything else?"

Phoenix really wasnt that butt hurt about it. It was just his pants after all. He'd just never been in a... situation like this before. He wondered how many people actually survived and if this sudden crash would change how things ran on the island.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Thu Jul 11, 2013 6:02 pm

Alan opened his eyes quickly again and stared around the shore, realizing he had dozen off.
The shock was now somewhat gone and he could feel a sharp pain getting to him, from the very distance. The pain could be felt in his left arm and in his back, as well as on his head. Though, he couldn’t really place the right spot of his head he felt this pain.

He tried to crawl away from the wreckage some more, feelings his wounds burn and sting even more because of the sand sticking to his bloody skin.
Being more aware of his situation and getting out of shock more and more with each minute, the lad stared back at the spot he had crawled away from, seeing stains of dark red blood, almost black, being mixed with the sand of the coast.

Now his leg hurt as well, and he looked down at it to see that his leg was bleeding, as well as his left arm he had felt a sharp pain in before. His red, worn out shirt he was wearing was now even darker red on his back, letting him know that even there his skin was torn apart.
‘’Good lord…’’, Aland mumbled and he felt another sting in his head. He brought his hand up and then looked at it, seeing blood on his hand. He let out another groan but he wasn’t planning on passing out anymore.

He became even more resolute to survive as he licked his own blood off his hands. He continued to crawl, his eyes off into the distance, but still aware of what had happened to him, and to the others around him.
When he saw some survivors helping another survivor, he knew what to do. How much he hated to accept help from others; if he wanted to survive this crash he had to ask for their help. maybe not in a very polite way, but who cared. He was close to dying, just like any other survivors here. ‘’Yo! Any of you! Help me, please!’’, he yelled, lifting his arm and trying to wave his hand at them.
But soon he dropped his arm again and buried his face in the sand of the shore, tasting his own blood. ‘’Damn slowpokes. I’m dying out here and they don’t give a shit…’’

Addressed: All
Mentioned: All
Mood: Still exhausted and confused, but aware of his situation and determined to survive
Word count: 393~
Note: I'm back, weee~

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Fri Jul 12, 2013 2:28 am

The female was fading in and out of fading consciousness. The reality seemed distant, and all she knew was exhaustion, and the pain of her injuries covering her battered body. In the distance, she was barely aware of the stranger talking to another voice that had appeared. Opening her eyes, she glimpsed another rather tall stranger with dark hair. She couldn't tell what color his eyes were, her vision wouldn't focus that long. She barely caught the other stranger with the hazel eyes' question.

"Are there any wounds I missed?"

She could feel the pounding on her head worsening, and couldn't remember if the stranger had attended to it. A instinctive threatened feeling flowed through her. He wasn't helping her, he was just trying to find her weaknesses and make it easier to kill her. But somewhere, there was a small idea, what if he was trying to help her? No, that wasn't possible, they were all trying to kill her weren't they?

Without much more thought, she gestured limply to her forehead, crusted with dried blood, black with age and matted with her black hair. "My head," she croaked out, her hand falling limply back on her side.

She could faintly see the strangers above her moving around, and talking among themselves. Around her, she could hear the screaming of the wreckage, the scent of blood was nauseating. Again, she fought to stay conscious, she needed to, she wasn't sure how much she could trust these strangers.

Word count: 246 blahahhhh terrible post
Addressed: Charlie
Mentioned: Charlie, Phoenix.
Muse: terrible
Side Notes: yea, this post is overdue. GUYS ALAN IS DIEING OVER THERE.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Fri Jul 12, 2013 4:59 am

Rocco stayed seated right where he had been left. He was now curled up in a ball with his legs to his chest and his chin rested on his knees. It was obvious the male was on the brink of crying. Why did he hurt that girl? What if he killed her? He had killed peopled before.. at the time it's exhilarating but later he feels terrible, just like now. He lower lip quivered and he wiped his face, he wouldn't cry. Knocking himself over Rocco was now crawling through the sand on his hands and knees to retrieve his hat and glasses. Once he found his beloved items he put them on quickly, ignoring the fact he glasses were cracked and his had had sand all in the fur.

He glanced over at the group of people. He noticed the girl he had fought with, pantless and being helped by a shorty and another person without pants. He raised his eyebrows, was going around pantless acceptable now? Why wasn't life this fun when he was on the mainland? Face it, NO ONE wants to wear pants. Sighing softly he reluctantly turned away, hoping the girl would be alright. Maybe later he would say sorry.

‘’Yo! Any of you! Help me, please!’’
Rocco's head twisted to an awkward angle again as he turned to face this guy. "Hello there" he said softly in a choking voice. He walked over to the guy until he was looming above him. "Umm sir.. I don't think sand tastes to good so maybe it would help to pull your face out of it?" The human smiled gently down at the male, though it was an awkward smile with a swollen lip and busted nose and probably looked creepy. "I don't have much medical history.. sorry the best I could do is help you out of the sand and maybe use something to stop your bleeding... the real macho medic people are over there.. distracted by a girl without pants."

Addressed: Alan
Mentioned: Radioactive, Phoenix, Charlie, Alan
Song of the moment: Kaleidoscope by Blink 182
Muse: alright
Tone: Friendly, bubly
Word Count: 337
Side Notes: I love rping him <3

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sat Jul 13, 2013 3:32 am

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"W-what?" Charlie bit his lips to hide from smiling in amusement. No he wasn't exactly amused at Phoenix taking off his pants, more of his reaction. Of course anyone would be flustered if they had to just strip down in front of a bunch of dieing strangers, but Charlie still found it amusing. "Thanks man" he said, suppressing a laugh as he tossed his pants and a water bottle at him. Turning back to Radio Charlie debating if he should put her pants back on fully. In the end he decided it would just hurt her recently stitched up wound so he just sort of laid them over her body. "I'm sorry about this.. I just don't want to hurt you."

‘’Yo! Any of you! Help me, please!’’ He looked at the man who was yelling and sighed softly, how rude of him. "Phoenix, can you go help that guy out? I'll be there as soon as I finish with her... just use the rest of her pants as bandages and see if you can find any alcohol to put on his wounds. Don't do anything serious until I get over there." He watched the guy who had fought with the girl he was now mending. He did indeed look slightly unstable so he decided to warn his friend. "Phoenix" he said in a softer voice. "Watch out for that guy with the hat.. I don't think.. he's really safe." He smiled sheepishly, not wanting to sound rude but just wanting to be safe.

"My head," he looked down at the girl as she spoke and smiled brightly. "Ah she speaks!" He was planning on trying to talk to her to keep her mind of the pain, and he had to keep a bright cheerful tone. "Sorry.. I should have checked you more thoroughly" he smiled sheepishly and shifted so he was by her head, running his fingers through her hair coated in salt water sand and blood. Once he had parted her hair where the wound was he examined it closer to know what he needed. Unfortunately he would need to stitch her up again.

He looked down at her with a sad expression. "I need to stitch your head. It's gonna hurt like hell, but I don't want you to bleed out. He looked around until he found a stick and picked it up, bringing it over to her and placing it in her hand, manually curling her fingers around it himself. "Just squeeze this as hard as you can it will sort of help distract the pain, it will still hurt a lot though... also, can I please know your name? I'm Charlie." He pulled at the button of the thin fabric of his shirt, finding a small rip from running through the forest he tore it slightly, so none of his scars were that noticeable but he had enough cloth to wash her head.

Picking up the water bottle he wet the cloth some then handed the water to her. "Drink" he ordered sternly. "You must be unbelievably dehydrated and although it would be less painful for you to be knocked out during this being dehydrated is not good for your body so just drink as much as you can without making yourself sick." After instructing her one what to do he began cleaning the blood away from her head wound, after it was cleaned her ran the rag over her face some to cool her down, just resting it on her forehead to keep his cooled down.

"I'm really sorry" he said softly before picking up the thread and needle again and working at placing one hand on her head, he went to work threading her skin back together. He knew she would be in a lot of pain and he screams of pain would probably break his heart but he had to sew her head up before she bled out.

Addressed: Radioactive, Phoenix
Mentioned: Radioactive, Phoenix, Alan, Rocco
Song of the moment: You Will Be In My Heart by Phil Collins \o/
Muse: good
Tone: sdhfghall mixed up
Word Count: 636
Side Notes: New table \o/

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sat Jul 13, 2013 5:47 pm

‘’Hello there.’’
Alan turned his head a little to look up at the one who was talking to him, and who loomed over him. It was a man wearing a hat and broken glasses. He had a swollen lip and a busted nose, this made his smile look very creepy.
Alan groaned and turned his head again, hiding his face in the sand once more. Oh God, his head hurt so badly now that the shock was slowly leaving his body. This because he slowly became more aware of the situation he was in.

All he wanted was some time to calm down, with anyone helping him while keeping their mouth shut, because Alan didn’t tolerate anyone speaking to him right now as he laid there.
This man standing in front of him however, giving him a smile, had different plans. He didn’t walk away, neither did he keep his mouth shut, the bastard.
‘’Umm sir.. I don't think sand tastes to good so maybe it would help to pull your face out of it?’’

Alan groaned even louder at this. With his face still hidden in the shore’s sand, he banged his head up and down like he was trying to get an annoying voice out of his head, or a thought.
Alan King already knew for sure this man in front of him was one of those persons that could get him mad easily, and with who he would have so much trouble communicating. He already wanted to give the man a firm punch in the face, but managed to keep himself calm
‘’Son-of-a-bitch…’’, he whispered with a mouth full of sand, not yet loud enough for the man looming over him to hear. ‘’Where the hell did I end up…?’’

‘’I don't have much medical history… Sorry, the best I could do is help you out of the sand and maybe use something to stop your bleeding… the real macho medic people are over there… distracted by a girl without pants.’’, the man with the broken glasses said again, glaring shortly at the three out there before looking back at Alan.
Alan lifted his head and stared at the two men who were taking care of the wounded woman. He saw one of them wasn’t wearing pants and just standing there, staring around the shores. Alan’s eyes widened when he saw this.
Was he in shock again? Was this a hallucination? Because he felt this terrible pain? Or had he ended up on some sort of island full with idiots? Maybe even cannibals?

It became slightly too much for him and Alan rolled on his side. He lifted his legs and wrapped his arms around them, pulling his knees up to his chin. The twenty years old men just laid there with wide open eyes, into a fetal position, making dog-like whimpering noises.
He should never have left his home. No one would really miss him, though, but he still never had wanted to leave his hometown. Most people out there hated him, but still he wanted to go back there. He was afraid of traveling, he always thought that something would go wrong.
And now his most hated thought had become reality. That’s what he realized when he laid there on the shores, his blue eyes watery and turning more green by each tear that rolled down his cheek.

He wanted to go home, and that’s what he mumbled all the time, his knees pulled up to his chin, his arms firmly wrapped around himself, his eyes becoming red and puffy from crying like a little child who lost his mother.
‘’I wanna go home… I wanna go home…’’
Alan was so homesick that he even had forgotten about the man with the hat and the broken glasses, who’s lip was swollen and nose busted. He was still looming over him, but Alan didn’t realize it anymore, as he was ‘drowning’ in his own tears.

Addressed: Himself (directly), Rocco (indirectly)
Mentioned: Charlie, Radioactive, Phoenix
Mood: Exhausted, shocked, scared, homesick.
Word count: 659
Note: I want a post box too. D8
Also, my posts are getting longer, weeeee! c:

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Jul 14, 2013 3:22 am

Phoenix glared daggers at Charlie but of course he wasnt really mad. He could never stay mad at that guy. "Phoenix, can you go help that guy out? I'll be there as soon as I finish with her... just use the rest of her pants as bandages and see if you can find any alcohol to put on his wounds. Don't do anything serious until I get over there." Phoenix nodded quite slowly trying to take it all in. He usually tried to avoid stitching up others in fear of screwing it up and making it worse but someone had to help that guy. Besides there was plenty nights when Phoenix would spend time fixing up the wounds his dad had inflicted upon him so he had some kind of experience. "Watch out for that guy with the hat.. I don't think.. he's really safe." Phoenix nodded again. He was usually good at judging character and looking through people to see their real intentions anyways.

He picked up the scraps of the girls pants and quickly shuffled through his bag to see if he had any alcohol. Sadly the stuff was in short supply on the island and there was none in his pack. He grunted as he slipped the bag back onto his shoulders and started his way over to the guy who was hurt and the other unstable guy or whoever he was.

He approached cautiously keeping an eye out for alcohol or any kind of medical supplies. ‘’I wanna go home… I wanna go home…’’ Were the first mumbled words that reached his ears and instantly he felt pity for this man. When Phoenix thought about home there wasnt much to think about just the terrifying face of his father and their run down house.

Just then Phoenix noticed the guy who Charlie was talking about and judging by his appearance and face he didnt seem half bad. His lip was busted as though he had been in a fight.

Glancing back to the injured one he knelt beside the guy and was about to 'reassuringly' grab his shoulder but decided against it and awkwardly pulled his hand back. "Ummm hi I'm Phoenix and I'm going to try and fix you up if that's okay. The guy over there," He paused and pointed to Charlie, "is going to help out alot more though." Phoenix hadn't felt this awkard in awhile because for one he was making a first impression and he was pantsless. And for another he wasnt even sure if this guy could hear him.

"This island isnt that bad.... sometimes. You'll get used to it really quick. And once we stitch you up who knows maybe someone will come to rescue you." Phoenix didn't know if this guy wanted to be comforted but thats what he was aiming for. He might of lied about the last part but if it helped.....

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Jul 14, 2013 10:49 am

Alan was still laying there with his arms wrapped around his knees and just then realized another person had come over to him to check on him, as that person sat down beside him. he brought his hand close to Alan’s shoulder, but quickly pulled it back again.
Alan didn’t care anymore what this one without pants was up to. He had seen him before with the other person, near the girl without pants. Now he saw him from close, this man didn’t look as scary as he looked from far. He looked even more trustable than the man with the broken glasses and the busted nose who was still smiling oddly at him, as he loomed over Alan King.

The man without pants spoke to him softly as he looked at him, he seemed a bit nervous. But yeah, who wasn’t when they were going to talk to someone for the first time while not wearing pants.
‘’Ummm hi I'm Phoenix and I'm going to try and fix you up if that's okay. The guy over there’’, the man without pants spoke as he glared back at the other man who was still there with the wounded, pantless girl. ‘’is going to help out a lot more though. This island isn’t that bad.... sometimes. You'll get used to it really quick. And once we stitch you up who knows maybe someone will come to rescue you.’’

Alan knew he should appreciate the man’s words, and his help, but Alan was a tough and headstrong young man. He never really appreciated other’s help, he preferred to do everything all on his own, with his own strength. This man kneeling next to him seemed nice, but just like the others, Alan didn’t want him to help him.
Well, he wanted to, but his name ‘The King’ was a name he had to held high in front of others. This way he always acted a lot more unfriendly than he actually wanted to appear. The same happened just now toward this nice-appearing man.

‘’Yo man, I don’t need any help! Tell me where the fuck I ended up!’’, Alan yelled at him as he lifted his head and tried to crawl back onto his knees. He wiped off the tears he felt rolling down immediately.
He had been crying? He didn’t want to cry! Crying made him look weak, he wasn’t weak, he was strong! He would survive out here.
‘’There’s no one, and I repeat No one out there that will ever come to help me! I’m stuck on this damn island and there’s no way back!’’, he yelled at the man without pants as he pointed with his finger that the open sea, actually the wrong way to point at.
But the spit that came out of his mouth as he yelled, again tears filling his eyes, made his point pretty clear. ‘’This is idiotic! I want to go home!’’

Again he began to cry, but this time he knew he was, and he kept wiping and wiping the tears away until his arms became tired and he just laid his hands on his knees. His eyes where wide again as he looked scared around the shore’s of the island.
Again he wrapped his arms around his legs, pulling his knees up to his chin once again. He rocked back and forth with his blue eyes looking green, tears streaming down his face, as he softly whimpered in a steady rhythm: ‘’I’m a man, men don’t cry. I’m a man, men don’t cry…’’
This kept going on for another few minutes until he became tired of it all and let go of his legs, collapsing onto his back. he then just laid there, his hand protecting his narrowed eyes from the heat and the light of the bright sun above him.

Addressed: Phoenix, himself
Mentioned: Charlie, Rocco, Radioactive
Mood: Exhausted, sad, homesick, yet still determined and headstrong. Oh, and being a jerk. :p
Word count: 641
Note: I had a lot to say… Also, I made a post box for Alan! 8D

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Jul 14, 2013 2:49 pm

‘’Yo man, I don’t need any help! Tell me where the fuck I ended up!’’ Phoenix was surprised yet unsurprised when he heard anger in the man's tone. The answer to his question not even Phoenix knew. And that wouldn't be very comforting. "You are on an island that..." He cut off when he noticed the guy was crying. It was a good thing he cut him off because Phoenix really had no idea where he was going with that sentence. ‘’There’s no one, and I repeat No one out there that will ever come to help me! I’m stuck on this damn island and there’s no way back!’’ The statement was true and Phoenix was starting to get agitated but he kept his calm.

Obviously this guy wasn't in the mood to be comforted or even touched but the stranger was bleeding out and Phoenix had to stop that. ‘’This is idiotic! I want to go home!’’ Phoenix sighed and took a deep breath. It seemed like none of the words he would say would reach this guy. He watched in silence as the man rocked back and forth trying to think of anything to say.

When he began chanting was when Phoenix gave up on comforting him. Reaching over he grabbed the guys hurt arm and tightly wrapped a piece of the girls pants around his wound to slow down the bleeding.

Maybe what would actually get to this guy was reality. So Phoenix decided to give him a piece of reality. "Look. You crashed on this island and I know. It sucks. Maybe you won't ever get rescued. But what if you do? It's not going to do you any good to just lay here in your own blood. If you really want to survive your going to have to face reality and try." Phoenix wasn't quite yelling but his voice was firm and his eyes were cold.

He reached over and tightly wrapped the wound on the guys leg. To be truthful Phoe kind of felt ridiculous giving his little speach how he did but this guy needed to know that laying there wouldnt accomplish anything.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Jul 14, 2013 3:36 pm

Rocco starred at the man blankly, unsure of what to do. He was now in a ball rambling something about wanting to go home and all Rocco could do was stare. Really this island was a nice change for him and his sister, he had never wanted to go back. He was in a mental hospital after all, and he didn't even belong there at the time so who would want to go back? Rocco ran away with his sister to escape from it all, get away from the people who treated him like he was an idiot. Him and his sister were just a little bit crazy, they weren't stupid.

"Ummm hi I'm Phoenix and I'm going to try and fix you up if that's okay. The guy over there," he looked at the guy who approached them and he waved cheerfully at him "is going to help out alot more though." He followed the black haired guys finger to where it was pointing at the short guy, he would call the short guy lil' darky as a nickname. Because he was short and wearing all black for some reason. Then again Rocco was walking around in shorts that had previously been pants before he cut them, combat boots and and a sleeveless t-shirt with a tiger on it accopanied by a hat. He was sure he looked weird to other people but honestly when you live on a stranded island your shoes run out until all you have left are combat boots and you make your clothes as short as you can to avoid the rays of heat, and the hat was just because the random flashes of snow.

Rocco didn't get most the conversation, he was so consumed in his thoughts but now the man was crying. ‘’There’s no one, and I repeat No one out there that will ever come to help me! I’m stuck on this damn island and there’s no way back!’’ Rocco blinked, his blue eyes widening. "If it helps any no one even really probably noticed I'm gone except you know the nurses but I'm just one less insane guy they have to handle." He voice hardened at the end so it was angry, almost a growl. He hated it there with a burning passion, all the soft faked kind voices and bed times and being locked in a room just for you with no one to talk to it, the place helped make him the way he is.

‘’I’m a man, men don’t cry. I’m a man, men don’t cry…’’ Rocco narrowed his eyes. "Theres nothing wrong with a man crying" he said defensively. Rocco was very emotional, crying at everything so of course he was offended when this guy said men don't cry. "Everyone crys, its just a natural thing." Looking down at the man he felt bad for him. He looked so sad and pathetic, like he needed a hug. Rocco always liked hugs so he assumed everyone else did, so he just plopped down next to the guy and innocently wrapping his hands around the guys waist and pulling him back into a sitting position.

"Look. You crashed on this island and I know. It sucks. Maybe you won't ever get rescued. But what if you do? It's not going to do you any good to just lay here in your own blood. If you really want to survive your going to have to face reality and try." He looked at Phoenix as he started yelling and his face twisted up to a look of disapproval. "Your anger hurts my ears" he said in a frustrated, staring at Phoenix with his arms still wrapped awkwardly around Alan's waist. "And you shouldn't lie. No one ever finds this island, theres no hope for any of these humans to get rescued. I know for a fact you know this, and lieing to them wont help any it will just raise there hopes. They need to understand no one is ever coming for them, if they think someone is coming they will give up trying to survive in belief someone will just come rescue them so they don't have to try to survive.

Addressed: Phoenix, Alan
Mentioned: Phoenix, Alan, Radio, Charlie
Song of the moment: SING by My Chemical Romance
Muse: Pretty good
Word Count: 707
Side Notes: Lol Rocco doesn't understand most strangers don't like hugs from strangers

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Tue Jul 16, 2013 1:58 pm

Alan’s arm hurt when the man without pants grabbed it and wrapped something around it. But he didn’t care. He just kept on crying. He was just sick of it all.
‘’Look. You crashed on this island and I know. It sucks. Maybe you won't ever get rescued. But what if you do? It's not going to do you any good to just lay here in your own blood. If you really want to survive you’re going to have to face reality and try.’’
Alan looked at the man without pants and let out a cry-like howl. He hated to feel himself this way because he had to keep up a status, but he just couldn’t help but cry.
He buried his face in his hands as he tried to stop himself from rocking back and forth. Through muffled cries he mumbled: ‘’Fine, stitch me up… do whatever you want…’’

‘’If it helps any no one even really probably noticed I'm gone except you know the nurses but I'm just one less insane guy they have to handle.’’
Alan sniffed and wiped off a booger that had come out of his nose. It stick to his hand and he groaned annoyed, wiping the piece of crap off on his worn out pants. He felt so horrible, so horrible. Still, he tried to talk to the man with the broken glasses and the swollen lip.
‘’That sucks dude. I think we can relate. In my hometown no one ever gave a fuck about me, they only cared once I turned angry and got into fights, that’s how I earned my nickname The King; I became the ‘king’ of the town and I have this small tattoo of a crown here on my collar-bone.’’, the young man spoke, actually more mumbled. He then thought for a moment, looking for any more words that would make this strange looking man agree with him. ‘’This world is just full of crap…’’
Everyone could agree with that.
But still he kept on crying, saying that men didn’t cry over and over again. The man with the broken glasses didn’t seem too happy about that.

‘’Theres nothing wrong with a man crying.’’
Alan looked up at narrowed eyes that seemed to be hiding under the hat. The man with the swollen lip was looking at him, he seemed a bit angry, annoyed. Alan wasn’t sure. ‘’Everyone cries, it’s just a natural thing.’’
‘’I… I…’’
Alan couldn’t even finish his sentence as the strange looking guy suddenly sat down in front of him and wrapped his arms around his waist, giving him a hug. Alan was so startled by this, that he didn’t know how to react in the first minute. ‘’I… I don’t want a hug…’’, he mumbled. He couldn’t push the man away though, as he felt his strength draining from hid body slowly.

The man without pants went to take care of the wound on his leg, wrapping a piece of pants around the wound to stop it from bleeding too much. Alan wasn’t sure if it was his own pant’s or the pant’s of that… girl over there. He didn’t bother caring or asking the man. He had other things on his mind. It didn’t even bother him anymore if anyone would ever listen to him or not, or ever respond to him or not.
He suddenly felt extremely tired, more than exhausted, and all he wanted to do was sleep. But with his wounds being taken care of, he could not close his eyes. The tiredness caused him to cry even more. Though, his loud cries had turned into soft whimpers. The only thing that had become more were the tears rolling down his cheeks.

He just sat there in a pretty awkward position, being hugged by a total stranger while this stranger discussed with the other stranger without pants. If he wouldn’t care, he would even have ended up falling asleep in the strange man’s arms. But the thought of him disliking people, especially strangers, and him being straight, he forced himself to stay awake.
‘’I’m tired… can we make this quick…?’’, he just mumbled, hoping the two wouldn’t get into a fight. He just wanted to get this over with as his mind was already forcing him to close his eyes. Still he wouldn’t give in though.

Addressed: Rocco, Phoenix
Mentioned: Charlie, Radioactive
Mood: Still a bit sad, exhausted
Word count: 727
Note: Alan doesn’t like hugs, but he’s too sad and exhausted to give a shit. c:

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Jul 17, 2013 2:08 am

"Your anger hurts my ears" Phoenix's head whipped up to the guy with broken glasses when he finally started talking. Phoe narrowed his eyes just a bit getting more frustrated because obvioulsy he wasnt angry he was just trying to help. "And you shouldn't lie. No one ever finds this island, theres no hope for any of these humans to get rescued. I know for a fact you know this, and lieing to them wont help any it will just raise there hopes. They need to understand no one is ever coming for them, if they think someone is coming they will give up trying to survive in belief someone will just come rescue them so they don't have to try to survive.

Phoenix scoffed and leaned back watching the stranger with his fiery eyes. He searched for words, for an argument and then dove right in. "I'm sorry but sometimes you have to lie. You don't know how people are going to react. Once he knows all hope is gone maybe he is just going to give up completely and not even try because he knows he is stuck on this damned island forever. Do you want that? Do you want him to not even try?" Phoenix wasnt yelling. He had calmed his voice enough that it was just a stern stream of words coming out of his mouth from he didnt even know where.

It was strange for Phoenix to be acting like this because usually he wasnt one with a big temper. It must of been the hundreds of painful moans and the panicked words that surrounded him and it seemed like every single one reached his ears. Yeah sometimes super hearing sucked. And by sometimes he meant most of the time.

After thinking about it his face dropped and he looked up at Rocco with less anger in his eyes. "I guess I-I.. was just trying to help. I didn't mean to lie."

‘’I’m tired… can we make this quick…?’’ When the stranger who he still hadnt gotten a name from spoke Phoenix suddenly realized what he was doing and why he was kneeling in the sand without pants. He nodded and quickly tried to wrap up whatever wounds he found with as much accuracy as he could. "All done. Im going to go check how Charlie is doing."

He stood up and brushed grains of sand that stuck to his leg off, glanced at Rocco one last time and started down the beach towards Charlie and the girl.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Thu Jul 18, 2013 2:46 pm

‘’That sucks dude. I think we can relate. In my hometown no one ever gave a fuck about me, they only cared once I turned angry and got into fights, that’s how I earned my nickname The King; I became the ‘king’ of the town and I have this small tattoo of a crown here on my collar-bone.’’ Rocco listened to him and nodded before shrugging his shoulders. "When I went to normal school people would call me thinks like.. retard, insane, faggot, gay, emo" he smiled as if the memory of it made him more happy then it did angry, which wasn't true. "And my personal favorite was 'freak.'" He had spat out the word freak like it was a sin. He was just a little different then them and had a bipolar personality, it wasn't his fault both him and his sister had been born the way they ere.

He shrugged and yawned softly. "I didn't care about them, heads only started rolling when they picked on my little sister." His jaw hardened as he pressed his teeth together roughly, trying to avoid stirring his feelings again and making himself violent again. ‘’I… I don’t want a hug…’’ Rocco looked up at the man, his bright icy blue eyes narrowed. "Well thats cute.. you think you have a say in the matter. I'm hugging you and you're not going to argue." He smiled innocently at him and glanced at Phoenix as he finished patching him up then went over to lil' darky and the pantsless woman. "Bye" he said softly as he left.

"Wasn't he just a big help" Rocco said softly. "I could try stitching you up but it probably wouldn't end very well." He shrugged slightly and finally pulled his arms off the guy. "If you need anything just let me know though... I'm not exactly busy or anything so I'll just sit here with you for a bit.

Addressed: Alan
Mentioned: Phoenix, Alan, Radio, Charlie
Song of the moment: The Kill by 30 Seconds To Mars
Muse: Pretty good
Word Count: 326
Side Notes: Wee~

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Fri Jul 19, 2013 12:51 am

The weak female was hardly aware that a pair of pants had been laid on her. Her only clue was the slight pain that she felt on her thigh as the fabric touched it. She heard a few words from the stranger who was messing with her wounds, and watched as he handed her a stick and told her to squeeze it. He introduced himself as Charlie.

There was something calming, oddly friendly and comforting in his voice, even though he was causing her pain, she couldn't help to think that he was helping her.

At the mention on a name, she was slightly confused. What was her name? She wracked her brain for a moment, bringing some pain to her forehead. Flashes of memory appeared before her. The crash... blood... people screaming. A new memory occurred that she hadn't seen before. it was a symbol, a small circle with three triangles surrounding it, the points facing the circle. It was printed on the side of a dented up plane, fading and scratched, but was an apparent bright yellow and black. The name of it flashed before her eyes. Radioactive. Was that her name? She was positive it was, Radioactive. Radioactive was her name.

"Radioactive" she breathed out in a rasped voice, "My name is Radioactive."

"Drink" she heard Charlie inform her, guessing that she was dehydrated and needed water. She was thirsty, she couldn't remember the last time she had something to drink. Radio gladly grabbed the canteen and swallowed a few gulps of the cool water. Her throat was dry, and the water falling into her empty stomach reminded her that she was hungry. That didn't matter right now, she could get food later. She drank some more water, then set it down my her side, and clenched the stick that Charlie had handed her.

She watched in and oddly calm manner as Charlie began to wash her forehead. She winced at first, the water was cold, and at first hurt her forehead, then began to cool her down.

Radio was confused as Charlie apologized in advance for the pain. For some reason this struck her as odd. Everyone's intent was to hurt her. Yet she had already established that Charlie was different.

Suddenly, the pain that had been in her leg was on her forehead, and was so much worse. Her sweaty palms clenched the stick but it did not stop a scream, weak and shaky, but still incredibly loud. The already painful head wound hurt her even more was Charlie messed with it. Again, pain erupted on her forehead, and another scream escaped her throat. She clenched the stick, digging her fingernails into her own palms without realizing it. Her heels dug unconsciously into the sand as once more her forehead exploded in pain once more. She was shaking, her breaths coming out in pants and she was clenching on the stick as if it was her life line. When would it end?

Word count: too lazy to find out
Addressed: Charlie
Mentioned: Charlie
Muse: so-so
Mood: confused/in pain
Side notes: Woop woop we got beginnings of Radilie up in herrrreee!

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