The Wreckage

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:31 pm

(How about a witch had cursed Charlie and Phoenix so they didn't remember anyone but each other and Rocco is suffering from amnesia so doesn't remember a lot of his past with the group, including Phoenix and Charlie)
Rocco stayed quiet now, just sitting with his arms wrapped around Jack, keeping himself close to the guy. "My what an amazing kisser." Rocco kept his head rested on the guy's shoulder, but glanced up at him and smirked. "Did you actually doubt I wasn't? I'm insulted." Rocco wasn't really, he was just having his fun. "No! Your to young for such a thing, uhh maybe you should sleep more?" The guy was obviously off his rocker, perfect that meant if they had a thing (which was unlikely to happen anytime soon considering Rocco has commitment issues) neither would judge each other for being insane.

Of course it was obvious this Jack guy was talking to himself or something, which Rocco never did but Rocco was still insane. But the guy said he was to young, which concerned Rocco. Did he just make out with a 17 year old AND give him a handjob? Holy crap Rocco was a dirty perv. "Umm... how old are you exactly?" he asked curiously, tilting his head slightly and backing away from him. Rocco didn't wait to find out, the next thing he noticed way Kaia, and she was hardly wearing any pants. Really.

Rocco was missing a bunch of bits of his memory, he wasn't sure why he just couldn't remember but he did remember Kaia. His girlfriend who he cheated on with a gay guy and they had a on and off relationship. She had tried to get away from this island, he hadn't seen her in a year. A fucking year. They had a terrible relationship but even if him and Kaia weren't in a healthy relationship and even if he didn't love her romantically he loved Kaia, she had wedged her way into his heart somehow along with all of the others who crashed last year. Holster, Tara, Yaris, Sorgwen, Blayse, Permetheis, thats all he could remember. Now they were all dead as far as he knew, they had ticked off one by one eventually, either by suicide or the lack of will or he just didn't know of them anymore, lost contact. He was sure they all hated him but he considered everyone of them a friend, they were the closest he had at least.

A wide smiled spread across his face. He wasn't even sure if Kaia noticed him anymore, his hair longer now and hanging across his face instead of spiked up in the front. He had been meaning to cut it but never got around to it, he guessed now would be the time. Rocco didn't even care if it ended up uneven, he just pulled a pocket knife from his pocket and started hacking. Once a lot of brown hair was on the sand Rocco ruffed his hand through his hair. Now it had been cut into a sort of mohawk but not completely shaved on the sides, though of course he didn't have jell right now so it just looked limp and awkward. He would get to the village sometime and get some hairdye and hair jell, maybe dye it white and pink or blue or something, maybe red.

Once he had cleared up his hair a bit he folded up his knife and bit and walked over to Kaia, well swimmed really. Approaching her he just poked at the back of her legs, narrowing his eyes. "Good god girl what are you even wearing!" He smiled softly, though was kinda nervous on what she would think of him. "Apparently not pants" he laughed in good nature and maybe would have forced her to wear his jacket around her waist if they weren't waist deep in water now.

After he announced himself best he could and smiled awkwardly and looked ta his feet shrugging slightly. "So uh.. hey Kaia, I'm glad to uh... see you." He looked up at her gravely, he couldn't help remember everyone else who either left him or died and shuddered slightly. "They're gone" he said suddenly, looking up at her. "They all left me. Like you did."

Mentioned: Jack, Kaia
Song of the moment: She Had The World by Panic! At The Disco
Muse: Normal for Rocco
Wearing: clicky
Word Count: 727
Side Notes: Rocco's gonna have the hair in his signature, table, and avatar soon but not yet cause he doesn't have hair dye and shit so right now it looks like this

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A light touch on the back of one of her legs frightened Kaia -- she took her dagger out and whipped around, expecting a shark or some type of sea creature that would attack her. Instead she saw something that took her heart, gave it an electric shock and put it back in her hollow chest.
"Good god girl, what are you wearing? Appearantely not pants"
He had chuckled, but she was plain shocked. He... wasn't dead? Okay, now he sounded like her gay best friend. He's probably got a guy she reminded herself. Do. Not. Hug. Nor. Tackle her brain growled at her, and the wind seemed to whip past her face like a cyclone, attacking her with cold bites of air.

She even admitted it to herself, she didn't mean to, but she literally tackled him into a hug. Don't be disappointed when he says he made out with a few guys. Do not. Don't. Do not again, the wind seemed to agree with her thoughts and tackled her with new spouts of air. She let her arms continue to literally constrict him, and when she let go, rubbing her arm, she murmured "Sorry, sorry" but didn't explain, as she traced her arm with her arms over and over out of embaressment.

"They all left me. Like you did"
That came out of no where. She paused, kind of shocked. "The... the pack..." she managed, until tears appeared in her eyes. She choked out "G-gone... La... Lash... T-T... ara? Tara? P... Phoe... Sp... Spi..... Holst... Holster" she said. Gone? Lash... the only one who was her friend. Tears sprang off her eyelashes as she blinked them away, wiping her nose on her sleeve. "Are... are they dead?" she asked quietly. Of course they are she thought quietly, and shivered, not only from the cold.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:58 pm

Rocco watched Kaia whip around, pulling out a a dagger. He flinched backwards but smiled softly. "Oh glad to see you're happy to see me" he said playfully with a crooked smile. Next thing he knew he felt her body fly into his, crashing into his body and flinging him back. Before he could do anything else he wrapped his arms around her body in a bear hug, falling back into the water onto his butt and pulling her down with him so they were both soaked in water. "Sorry, sorry" he laughed and shook his head in a dog-like way, slinging water everywhere. "It's fine Kaia, I don't care if you hug me. I'm just happy to see you."

Rocco felt he had pulled himself together nicely since the pack left, he felt more sane even if he was still insane as insane gets. He had less outbursts and he found himself able to tolerate people more. Of course he still pranced around like a little shit kissing everyone he can and getting into fights but he was less.. I don't know.. violent with himself? He didn't get into fights as often? Was less irrational and had a more level head? He wasn't sure but he was sure he was better off now, despite being deeply sexually confused of course. Maybe he was gay maybe he wasn't he wasn't sure yet, he was sticking with saying he was bi though.

His bright blue eyes softened seeing her eyes begin turning a reddish color that signaled tears, and soon enough a few tears sprung from her eyes. "G-gone... La... Lash... T-T... ara? Tara? P... Phoe... Sp... Spi..... Holst... Holster" Rocco shrugged his shoulders and nodded grimmly, who was Phoe though? It was the only name he couldn't recall but he ignored it for now. "Are... are they dead?" Rocco listened to Kaia's shaky voice, his eyebrows turning up at the ends so he could give her a soft compassionate look. "I don't know.. I'm sorry" he shifted so he had his arms wrapped around her comforting again, running her back in that sort of calming way and resting his chin on her head. "They all just left me, I dont know about a lot of their whereabouts."

Mentioned: Kaia
Song of the moment: The Only Hope For Me Is You by My Chemical Romance
Muse: Alrightish
Wearing: clicky
Word Count: 379
Side Notes: Rocco's gonna have the hair in his signature, table, and avatar soon but not yet cause he doesn't have hair dye and shit so right now it looks like this

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"They all left me, I don't know a lot about their whereabouts"

"O... Okay" Kaia wiped her eyes and nose, then tried to stifle her crying. Somehow, it worked, but she didn't inch away from Rocco's warm grasp. It felt nice to have his chin on her head, and his arms around her body. She missed it, but she knew it wouldn't last forever.
"Missed you the most" she murmured, pressing her legs closer together to get rid of the cold air of the afternoon. After that, she said nothing else, still cuddling against him. Don't get used to it she quickly warned herself, yawning. At least she could spend this moment in his arms.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sat Aug 24, 2013 1:14 am

Rocco breathed out softly, shivering even under his layers of clothes. He was now soaking wet and it was cold out, despite it being summer and in the middle of the day on a fucking island. Usually the water was quite unpredictable, so Rocco was used to the random weather patterns, he just pulled Kaia closer into him for warmth even though she was just as wet as him. Rocco wasn't even sure why he was still hugging Kaia, were they even a thing anymore? Kaia HAD left him and Rocco HAD maybe kissed a few guys while dating Kaia but they loved each other regardless last he checked.. well at least Rocco thought he did.

Practically being out of his mind Rocco wasn't sure about his emotions. He knew he liked... people loving him but he was never sure if what he had with someone was real with all the one night stands he's had. He knew he felt like Kaia was special to him and when he saw her he felt his stomach drop and his heart speed up, a mix of panic and joy flooding over him but was that what love felt like? He sighed softly and shook his head, he was just frustrating himself and noticed now he was starting to constrict Kaia's body to a point he was afraid he would break her in half. This is why he couldn't handle relationships, he hurts people without meaning to.

He swallowed awkwardly and loosened grip, scooting away from her. Then he saw it, a huge mother fucking shark. Right there. He nearly pissed himself. "Holy shit" Rocco let out a soft yelping noise and his first thought was to stay still, so he didn't move and just stood, holding his breath and glancing at Kaia. Slowly he pulled out his knife and stayed still. "Don't move" he said softly to Kaia.

Mentioned: Kaia
Song of the moment: When The Day Met The Night by Panic! At The Disco
Muse: Alrightish
Wearing: clicky
Word Count: 318
Side Notes: Rocco's gonna have the hair in his signature, table, and avatar soon but not yet cause he doesn't have hair dye and shit so right now it looks like this

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After Rocco had strangled her, Kaia saw the shark. A huge shark, maybe a great white. She sucked in her breath and her Rocco yelp, and she herself let out a strangled gulp. Already, she could feel herself morphing, out of fear and frustration. Fear because of the huge motherfucking shark [o really?] and frustration because for weeks she'd been pushing along a plank, not sleeping but managing to survive, finally back with Rocco and she was going to die.
She had changed quicker than usual -- a brown dog/wolf mix with white splatters in some places and one floppy ear. She didn't take in her appearance, due to the shark.

"You get behind me" she said through gritted teeth -- her dagger was on the ground and her clothes, well, whenever she morphed back into a human, she usually had her clothes still. Which was strange. She couldn't pick up her dagger, obviously, and Kaia wondered if she could do anything as a freaking dog.
It was a shark.
Coming closer.
She could hear the Jaws music playing in her head, but she forced the little joke out and started to snarl a deep, throaty snarl, quickly stepping in front of Rocco. The shark seemed to resist, but after that second, it started to go forward, slower, but it was still deadly.
Kaia snarled again, and it wasn't just to protect Rocco. Never was she going back to the suicide stage. Not the hero act anymore -- if it came close, she was running. She swallowed and let out the loudest snarl yet -- the thing was coming close.

If she could talk like a human as a dog, she would of told Rocco to stab it in the head right now while it was distracted, but she couldn't, so she simply took a snap at the shark, making it hesitate, but then it snapped it's own jaws and came closer, until it was close enough that she could smell it's breath, bloody and fishy.
It came forward, then in a flash, it had grabbed her front left paw. So many offenses snapped through her mind that the pain numbed for a second, but then it was back. She howled and slashed at it with her claws -- but they were weak. Instead, she grabbed it's snout with her front jaws and twisted some of it's skin. It's snout loosened for just a millesecond and she sprinted in the opposite direction, until she was a few meters behind Rocco. He had the knife... and her paw had a lot of blood pouring out of it.
She knew she couldn't die. She'd tried to drown herself, she'd been stabbed through the gut with a boar's tusk, she'd gotten into fights, she'd choked on a shell. She couldn't die of blood loss. Her heart sunk. Maybe she was? She silently asked Rocco in her head to just stab it [although she knew he wouldn't hear] and lifted a paw into the air, blood dripping down.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sat Aug 24, 2013 3:31 am

Jinx walked onto the beach, leisurely passing the tree line, and basking in the smell of salt that hit his senses as they emerged onto the gritty beach. He never came onto the beach much anymore and he really liked the sight of the endless water that stretched out into the distance. It was something that would always be there no matter what happened on this damned island. Even if the endless border of water also meant that he was confined to this island for the rest of his life he tried not to think about that part.

He took his eyes away from the ocean and glanced down at Ren who was taking off her boots. Jinx considered doing the same but decided against it and instead turned his attention to the madness that had befallen the beach. Jinx crossed his arms and leaned back against a tree a strategic look on his face.

There was mainly two groups and as Jinx watched he took notes of each face trying to figure out if he could figure out their race just by looking at them. A lot of them were injured or bloody in some way. In the end he decided he couldn't and they would just have to find out individually what this batch of castaways consisted of.

"What do you say we do captain?" Jinx glanced at Ren a skeptical look on his face. "Captain?" A wide grin slowly cracked across his face and he laughed. "I think that's my favorite nickname so far." He smiled and brushed his hair back. "You know because I'm so dashing and in charge." He winked and chuckled, turning back to the castaways.

"They might have something we could use, so if we help them we could also be helping ourselves.. we could also befriend them so we would have more protection.. of course if they don't agree with our kinds ways we would have to trash them but for this moment I don't think killing them would be the right thing... theres a lot of them after all and we don't know their races." Jinx would of preferred to summon Griffin and watch as he terrorized all the newbies but Ren really had a point and getting rid of them so fast would be so boring.

Jinx sighed and paced forwards a bit his inner demon urging him to just have his fun then and there. "Im not really the friendly type but," He shrugged and turned back towards Ren making up his mind, "it might be fun to try something new." His voice was laced with malice but a grin was on his face. He turned back towards the ocean and started walking with his hands in his pockets. It was then that he noticed a woman hiding in the treeline not to far away and he decided to start off their plan there.

He diverted his course to the woman and when he reached her smiled and spoke. "Excuse me miss but could you tell me about what has happened here?"

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:00 pm

(Just a lazy catch up here, since I see I missed a lot. D8)

Alan dozed off as he closed his eyes. There was pounding in his head, which seemed to go to his closed eye lids as well. but as soon as he slowly felt asleep, the painful pounding began to disappear. Alan wasn’t sure for how long he had slept but soon woke up again, jerking open his eyes. He got to his knees with a flinch and looked around dazedly for Rocco and the other person who called himself Jacky.
He realized that Jacky was there, but Rocco seemed to have disappeared. As soon as Alan had rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he glared around again. He felt himself quite panicking, but tried to keep his emotions under control.
How scared he even was of this Rocco person, it was the only person on this island he had known for the longest. Without this man by his side Alan felt quite alone and weak.

Just as Alan thought he was left all by himself, he could hear the voice of Rocco coming from the seaside.
‘’Holy shit. Don't move.’’
Alan turned his head to look at the ocean. The water was very dark blue and Alan couldn’t see a thing. He narrowed his blue eyes once he spotted Rocco. Rocco was with a female. He held a knife, or something that looked like it. Alan wasn’t sure.
He carefully got to his feet and stumbled over to the ocean to see what it was. By hearing Rocco’s words the young man was sure something bad was going on, so he tried to reach the man and woman as quickly as he could.
Once he reached them, he saw what was going on; he saw the huge shark.
‘’Holy- Why the fuck is that creature coming closer!?’’, he yelled as he stared at the animal. His heartbeat went all crazy as he stared at the beat in true horror. He hated animals and he wasn’t too fond of this one having sharp teeth. ‘’Get out of there!’’

Addressed: Rocco, Kaia
Mentioned: Rocco, Kaia, Jacky
Alan’s mood: Curious, alarmed, scared
Word count: 337
Note: I’m back! Lame catch up post~

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Aug 25, 2013 2:13 am

Vekpo watched as the man operating on the woman in the sand before her. She was oddly interested in such events. She kept her eyes locked on his medical supplies next to the pair. The way they glimmered in the midday sun was so... irresistible. The more she stared at the supplies the more she needed them.

She watched as the man spoke with the woman, who seemed nervous and anxious, helping her dress herself. The red haired necromancer shifted slightly in the foliage, looking towards the other group of survivors, all men. They conversed, and soon one man had another pinned against a tree, and began erotically making out with him. She watched for a moment, the two's confrontation reminded herself of those days back on the mainland. The few relationships she had were with other females, leading her back to the night she had decided to 'come out of the closet' to her parents. A moment of anger surged through her, reminding the necromancer of the shiny medical supplies she needed.

Once more, Vekpo glanced at the Man and the woman in the sand a ways away from her. Movement caught her eye in her peripheral vision. It was another survivor, seriously wounded from the crash. He had a chunk of metal jutting from his side. Instantly, the man who was operating on the woman rushed to him, carefully laying him down and talked to him. Vekpo watched nervously as the woman scrambled to the tree line, just a few feet away from her location. She exhaled slowly, and suddenly heard an earsplitting shriek.

The red haired woman turned as the wounded man shriek and writhed in the sand, the dark haired ma holding the chunk of metal that was once wedged in his side, and was pressing scraps of fabric against his wound. She doubted the wounded man would live, she could feel a slight annoyance that perfectly useable blood was being absorbed into that jacket scrap. Yeah, she needed that jacket scrap too.

Vekpo watched as another man and woman arrived on the beach. They both had dark hair, and a certain dark 'feel' to them. She was somewhat interested in them, she had never seen them before. Yet, she knew she would keep her distance. Others jus lead to negative company, all too stressful for her liking.

Before she knew it, the new black haired man was approaching her, quite quickly actually, and he had spotted her, so it would be too late for her to run off somewhere without the action being noticeable. Soon he was approaching her, his lips spread into a smile.

"Excuse me miss but could you tell me about what has happened here?"

What, someone was talking to her? What was that thing that people did when they greeted each other, that two letter word that people said to signal that they met in a somewhat positive way... The red haired necromancer looked nervously terrified with this social confrontation.

"Erm... hi," she half smiled awkwardly. Good, onwards with his question.

"Umm, I think that boat over there... crashed?" she motioned a bit spastically in the overturned water vehicle, "I was just... looking at it." Yea, that worked. Vekpo glanced around nervously, hoping that she would just disappear from the awkward conversation. The red haired woman looked up towards the man, still sitting in the cover of the green foliage, slightly hoping that she would disappear in it.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Aug 25, 2013 2:15 pm

Rocco watched as Kaia shifted and was confused at first, he guessed he had forgot she was a shifter seeing as he had kissed her all those times and hadn't died, thank god he wasn't allergic to their saliva. It had been a while since Rocco saw Kaia's wolf form, and each time he couldn't help but marvel even if usually he was in a life or death situation when she shifted. He probably like that cute little foldy ear best about her canine form. As she had shifted he heard he quickly get in a few words, "You get behind me." He was NOT going to be getting behind HER he was the man here so he should be protecting her.

"Hell no" he said angerily but before he could do anything Kaia was snarling and growling at the shark. What. The. Fuck. Is. She. Doing. Horror strunk through him as now the shark had Kaia's leg. 'Maybe' Rocco thought 'I can take it.' It was just a bull shark after all, not like it was great white but it was still fucking huge and really fucking dangerous. A bull shark for Pete's sake. One of the most aggressive sharks out there. Whyyyy?

‘’Holy- Why the fuck is that creature coming closer!?’’ Rocco's bright blue eyes shot towards Alan then back to the shark. "Well its a shark and well my.." he paused, still not sure what his and Kaia's relationship was right now. If he said friend he could accidentally insult Kaia if she thought they were something more but if he said girlfriend she might have to correct him which would make him look stupid. He swallowed awkwardly, "friend" he said slowly glancing at Kaia. "Is bleeding badly so I guess it probably wants to eat her now.

‘’Get out of there!’’ Rocco nodded and turned his eyes to Kaia again. "Get her out of here. I don't want her hurt anymore." No Rocco wasn't planning on going all hero mode, but if he was the only one with a knife he had to protect them a bit if things got bad so Alan would have to carry Kaia. His eyes bolted back to the shark as it approached quickly and he groaned, great he was gonna have to stab a shark. It was nearly right up on him when he decided to stab it, digging the knife through it's thick hide at the side of it's body and allowing the water to turn a red color from the mix of the shark's blood and Kaia's blood.

The stab Rocco gave didn't do much only made the shark thrash around widely then latch it's jaws around Rocco's forearm. "Fuck" he let out a loud scream of pain and toppled over into the water, gripping the pocket knife tightly and squinting his eyes closed, moving his arm around wildly as if that would shake of the shark. He gritted his teeth and breathed out roughly through his clenched teeth before raising the pocket knife and giving the shark a blow to the head. It made the shark let go of his arm and Rocco thrashed through the water waste deep, grabbing Kaia by the scruff with his good arm (the pocket knife was sort of just sticking out of the shark's head now). His other arm was withered up against his body. "Come on Alan" he shouted back to the guy, running as quickly as he could and not daring to look back at the shark.

Rocco made some good distance before he felt jaws wrap around his leg. The pain made him let out a scream and he stayed on his feet until the shark thrashed it's head, causing Rocco to fall face first into the water. He instantly let go of Kaia to let her run and gave the shark a boot to the nose which made it let go of his leg. Once again freed Rocco hauled ass to the shore, pulling Kaia along with him again. As he got closer to land the shark couldn't follow him. He wasn't sure where Alan was and probably wouldn't for a bit because as soon as he hit the sand he was out like a light.

Mentioned: Kaia, Alan
Song of the moment: In Fate's Hands by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Muse: Good
Wearing: clicky
Word Count: 714
Side Notes: Rocco's gonna have the hair in his signature, table, and avatar soon but not yet cause he doesn't have hair dye and shit so right now it looks like this

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Aug 25, 2013 3:09 pm

Coming up onto the beach Ren leaned down, untieing her combat boots and stashing them within the roots of a tree along with her socks. There were two groups, one consisting of a woman who had just had her pants put on by a shorter man that was pierced and tattooed as well as another taller man with black hair and hazel eyes without pants on, she assumed the female had his pants as they were quite big on her. Laying on the ground was a man who had just been bandaged up, a piece of metal jutting painfully from his side and the tattooed man looming over him with a worried face.

Near by that group was another group, all men. They were all attractive, one with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes might have been more attractive if he wasn't bloody and beat up. She glanced between the two groups, trying to decide which one to grace with her presence. Ren looked at the wounded man on the ground, although she liked to believe she cared about his health and wanted to help him there was still that emptiness of feeling nothing, as always. She really didn't care, but she wished she did. With a small sigh she glanced at the tall necromancer behind her, Jinx. He most likely wouldn't stick with her if she softened up.

The witch let out a sigh and gave a final glance to each of the group before twisting around on her bare feet, creating a small dent in the sand. "What do you say we do captain?" She smirked slightly, her brown eyes narrowing. "They might have something we could use, so if we help them we could also be helping ourselves.. we could also befriend them so we would have more protection.. of course if they don't agree with our kinds ways we would have to trash them but for this moment I don't think killing them would be the right thing... theres a lot of them after all and we don't know their races."

"Captain?" She glanced back at Jinx and nodded, smiling back at him. "I think that's my favorite nickname so far. You know because I'm so dashing and in charge." She raised an eyebrow and flicked his face playfully. "Sure you are" she said in a semi-amused voice. "Thats why I made the plans to make friends with the locals. Because you're in charge." She listened to him sigh and watched him walk forward a bit. "Im not really the friendly type but, it might be fun to try something new." She smiled from ear to ear and nodded her head. "Thats the spirit Sir Jinx, just follow me lead and try not to look so grumpy and mean." She pranced over to him and pulled at the corners of his face making his mouth stretch in a smile.

"You might smile quite a bit" she let go of his face. "But you still don't look very friendly with all your creepy make up on, no offense it suits you well it's just creepy, and black clothing so you gotta try extra hard to give a nice appearance." She followed him still rambling about first appearances mean everything until they stopped at a red headed girl with two different colored eyes. "Excuse me miss but could you tell me about what has happened here?" She looked ta Jinx and nodded approvingly before looking back at the girl he just addressed, staying silent for now.

"Erm... hi" Ren twisted her head slightly, causing her black hair to fall into her face a bit. This lady seemed tense and awkward, and being a witch Ren was automatically good at well manipulating people to how she wanted them to feel, she just had empathy and understood people. She guessed it was always that way but now that she was a witch she was better at manipulating.

She smiled kindly and shifted so she could put her hand on the girl's shoulder. A touch was all she needed to have someone wrapped around her finger, oh how great it was to be a witch. She caught the girls eyes and smiling comfortably at her. "Hey, we're alright no need to act so tense." She motioned with her free hand to Jinx, though kept her brown eyes on the red head. "This scary guy is Jinx, but you could call him Captain or Sir Jinx" she glanced back at Jinx before leaning into the the red headed girl as if she were going to whisper but the whisper was purposely loud and she was sure Jinx could hear. "For whatever reason I enjoys being called both of those."

Sitting up straight she finally took her hand off the girl's shoulder and returned to stand beside Jinx. If the sort of "spell" that was really just a forever lingering charm all witches had worked then this girl should trust them now as if they had known each other longer. "Oh and I'm Ren."

Mentioned: Jinx, Vekpo
Song of the moment: Time Is Running Out by Muse
Muse: Good
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 502
Side Notes: Idk if it sounded like Ren was trying to be flirty if she was then just know she want trying to be, she was just trying to work her witchy charm to it's fullest length.

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Kaia watched in horror as the shark attacked Rocco and she was pulled by the scruff. He also called her his friend, which sort of pissed her off too [he was her gay best friend, not friend. or whatever they were]. He was bleeding badly, and she was yelping as he dragged her through salt water with a large gash on her paw. Then the shark took a hold of his leg -- suddenly he stabbed it and pulled her ashore. With the fright gone and pain replaced, she formed back into a human [and she is fully clothed you pervert rocco]
"Rocco - you - idiot - I - was - you - hurt - don't - do - that - ever - fucking - again" Ignoring his wounds, she punched his shoulder that wasn't injured with every word, then gave him a final punch, glaring at him. She sunk down next to him and sighed, then took his forearm and checked it out. If she was still a dog she could lick it clean, since dog saliva was a dis-infectant. She ignored her own bloody gash which had spread blood over the sand and checked out his.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Aug 25, 2013 10:54 pm

"Rocco - you - idiot - I - was - you - hurt - don't - do - that - ever - fucking - again" Rocco groaned and twisted around in the sand, bleeding out everywhere. "Kaia you're not fucking helping with the fact I could die." He sighed and allowed her to take his arm. "I'll be fine you know" he croaked out, even though well.. he was a bloody mess on the ground with nothing special about him. He was just human and had almost gotten his limps pulled off. He sat up and gritted his teeth, leaning against Kaia for some support. "Fuck man I haven't been in this much pain since Holster shot me."

The human attempted to laugh but that only caused his body to shake which hurt which ended in him curling up against Kaia in pain. "Shit man" he sighed through gritted teeth and raised his head up, rolling it back against his shoulders. He looked down at Kaia's foot, "is your foot alright? Like.. isn't not broken or anything and you're not going to die of blood loss. Fuck we're in a pickle. You're hurt and so I am and we cant do anything to help each other. We're both probably gonna die." He looked over at Kaia and smirked softly. "Now would be a good time for a kiss wouldn't you think? Just a finally kiss before I go?" He puckered up his lips and leaned forward playfully.

Mentioned: Kaia, Alan
Song of the moment: Alone Together by Fall Out Boy
Muse: Bad bad bad bad bad
Wearing: clicky
Word Count: 250 on the dot
Side Notes: Rocco's gonna have the hair in his signature, table, and avatar soon but not yet cause he doesn't have hair dye and shit so right now it looks like this

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"Just a final kiss before I go?"
Kaia shoved him away, her eyebrows knitted in half confusion half pain. She looked at her bloody hand, which she realised was really bleeding. Suddenly, fright took over. Shit. She was dying.
Before she knew it, she was a dog again. She was lying on the sand and managed to swear inside her head. Quickly, she tried to lick the blood off Rocco's ankle, but it didn't work. It kept bleeding -- she eventually stopped and looked around for anything. Ah yes! The boat. She stood up, but immediately fell with a whine. Then she got up again, and limped over to the Wreckage, pain biting at her heel. She entered the ship through a hole and managed to find a plank that was rotting and some string as well as old cloth that was also falling apart. A few whines followed her as she dragged the materials through a bit of shallow water and to Rocco.

In the middle of dragging it she changed back into a human -- thank god. Using her good hand and partially her bad one, she dragged them to Rocco and sat down, then worked on his arm first. She easily broke the rotted wood in half and ripped some cloth off, then cut a portion off the string with her teeth. She had no idea how to make a splint, but she'd seen in on Man vs Wild before.

First she wiped as much blood as possible off with the cloth, then wrapped it around his wound and tied it together. Next, she slipped the splint under the cloth and tied it together with string.
"Totally not Bear Grylls" she muttered to herself, doing the same to his foot. A few times she yelped when she accidentally used her bad hand, but all was well for now.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Aug 25, 2013 11:50 pm

"Phoenix, could you look around for a medicine kit or something? I really need antibiotics... alcohol would be good too." Phoenix nodded and took his eyes away from the guy that Charlie was operating on. Most likely there wouldn't be any first aid kits laying on the beach and Phoenix figured this guy really needed it.

His eyes skimmed the beach looking for options and not finding any until at last his eyes landed on the beach. He glanced back at Charlie and then gulping turned back to the daunting wreckage and started at a jog towards it.

As Phoenix neared the hunk of metal he paused to take it in. There was no easy way in and there was no telling how unstable it was inside. He made up his mind that he was going to go in anyways and took a step back. The water lapped at one side of the ship and Phoenix sprinted towards it using the wall as a leverage and hoisting himself up into a hole on the side. With a grunt he rolled into the inside and just layed there for a second regaining his breath.

When he had his breath back and he could focus on the flickering lights and drip drops of water he pulled himself up. "Please don't collapse." He spoke more to comfort himself as he walked further into the ship.

He didn't want to go to far in the wreckage in fear of it collapsing or him getting lost. He shuffled past rooms, searching through each before leaving. He pretend like there weren't any dead bodies lying around. In a room that looked like a bedroom he found a bottle of alcohol stashed in some luggage and he grabbed it in his left hand checking it off mentally in his head.

He was trying his best to hurry and it felt like forever before he did but he finally found a first aid kit. He shuffled through it first making sure it had everything before taking it in his right hand and sprinting carefully back to where he thought he had entered.

It was a relief when he could actually smell fresh air and see light. He held the first aid kit and alcohol in the same hand and ungracefully got himself out of the boat.

Trudging to Charlie he tossed the bottle of alcohol to him and set down the first aid kit after. "There." He plopped onto his butt and sat hugging his knees a tired expression on his face.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Mon Aug 26, 2013 12:47 pm

Alan looked at the shark, terrified. He heard Rocco speak, who sounded quite calm, actually, which made Alan feel even more scared. Wasn’t Rocco scared at all? What the hell was going on?
‘’Well it’s a shark and well my… friend Is bleeding badly so I guess it probably wants to eat her now.’’
‘’Get her out of here. I don't want her hurt anymore.’’, Rocco then said to this woman. Alan didn’t know who she was, neither did he know when this woman had arrived so suddenly. Did she came from the wreckage as well?

The shark came closer quickly and Alan was sure the strange lad was going to be eaten by it, or maybe this woman, because she was bleeding. It made the twenty years old man want to scream, but he was able to suppress the need to, biting his lip and causing it to bleed slightly. He could taste his own blood.
However, Rocco didn’t seem too scared. He had a knife, which he was going to use. He brought it down to the shark, stabbing the dangerous animal. Now more blood was turning the dark blue ocean red and Alan felt himself becoming sick.
The shark seemed to leave once Rocco had hurt the animal, but soon it came closer once more, grabbing Rocco’s arm! Rocco began to scream out of pain and now Alan was the next one to scream, but out of fear.

He didn’t know what to do and just watched with wide eyes. Tears began to fill them again, making his blue eyes turn a little more greenish. Just like they had been this morning when he woke up near the wreckage.
Rocco was able to shake off the shark and he took this woman with his good arm. He shouted something at Alan, but the young lad didn’t hear him. The shock by seeing so much blood was unbearable to the man. He was still screaming.
Before the shark could grab him as well, Alan woke out of his shock and made his way to the shore. He sprinted like a motherfucker (ah yes <3) and soon ended up in the sand again. He collapsed but to his surprise he stayed awake. He saw Rocco and this woman he hadn’t really met yet further on the shore and tried to crawl to them.

On his way he could hear them speak to each other. Rocco seemed to have passed out, but was now awake again, and slowly getting up again. Alan was glad he was alright, even though he didn’t even know this guy for real.
‘’Rocco - you - idiot - I - was - you - hurt - don't - do - that - ever - fucking – again.’’
‘’Kaia you're not fucking helping with the fact I could die. I'll be fine you know.’’
‘’Fuck we're in a pickle. You're hurt and so I am and we cant do anything to help each other. We're both probably gonna die. Now would be a good time for a kiss wouldn't you think? Just a finally kiss before I go?’’
‘’Guys… the fuck!’’, Alan said when he heard Rocco’s last words. As he ended up near them, still crawling through the sand, he frowned at the guy. This Kaia person however pushed him away, so Alan guessed the man had just been joking. ‘Anyway, you alright?’’, he asked them both, hoping their wounds weren’t all too badly.

Addressed: Rocco and Kaia (indirectly, later on directly)
Mentioned: Rocco, Kaia, the shark
Alan’s mood: Shocked, scared, calmed down, worried
Word count: 578
Note: I like cursing in posts… Bear with me.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Mon Aug 26, 2013 7:34 pm

When Kaia pushed him away Rocco faked a hurt expression, poking his bottom lip out and prodding at her arm. ‘’Guys… the fuck!’’ Rocco twisted his head around at an awkward angle so he could see Alan. "Oh I'm sorry I forgot you were here too. You wanna kiss me too?" He puckered up his lips and made kissy noises, half because thats what Rocco does (make people uncomfortable) and half because he knew it would bother Alan. Once he addressed Alan he turned back to face Kaia."Aww Kaia do you not love me anymore? I thought we had something" he could have ranted on if he wasn't in pain and then Kaia shifted again. Wowsers she must get worked up often with all this shape shifting. Maybe she was a fledgingly shapeshifter, because most shapeshifters Rocco met hardly ever shifted, and usually they shifted with much pain. Rocco was amused with how easily she shifted, unlike most shifters he's seen Kaia seems to just sort of welcome her canine form, he guessed it does cause less pain that way after all.

As she started licking the blood off him he scrunched up his nose. Gross. Just imagine if she was a human, she would be sitting there licking he leg. Now some might find that kinky but personally it was not something Rocco enjoyed as he hated people touching him in the first place, he liked being in control in romantic situations so someone licking his leg was very unpleasant and even if she looked like a dog now he knew it was still Kaia and she was still licking his leg. If his entire leg wasn't throbbing like it had its own separate heart in it he would have pulled away but really the licking seemed soothing and felt as if it helped maybe.

"Look at you miss survivor woman" Rocco croaked out in amusement. "Making makeshift casts and saving your obviouslu-not-boyfriend from maybe broken limbs." He gave her a crooked smile and waved his hand towards the ocean. "Wouldn't it have helped to have washed out the wounds a bit?" He flapped his hand dismissively and shook his head. "Nah nevermind, it's alright I forgot you erotically assaulted my wounds with your tongue."

Mentioned: Kaia, Alan
Song of the moment: (Coffee's For Closers) by Fall Out Boy
Muse: Alright
Wearing: clicky
Word Count: 378
Side Notes: Rocco's gonna have the hair in his signature, table, and avatar soon but not yet cause he doesn't have hair dye and shit so right now it looks like this

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[making her wound on her foot, not her hand]

Obviously-not-boyfriend
Kaia flinched at the mention of that, but continued to finish his cast/splint thing. Half of her thought it'd infect his wounds from the rotting wood, a quarter of her didn't care and the other smarter quarter considered that without the cast he would have bled out.
Leaving him to croak out more half-offenses, she checked her foot, which was splattered with blood from both the shark and her, but mainly her. A large gash lay near the side of her foot - twisting from her big toe to the top of her foot. She cringed as she realised she hadn't left any cast for herself and simply wiped the blood off [smearing half of it on the parts where there wasn't blood] and ripped off a part of her shirt that was torn at the side, revealing part of one of her tattoos. Luckily the shirt wasn't torn that much so coughroccocough couldn't see anything she didn't want him to see.
With a yelp she tied it around her foot, covering some of the wound. The bleeding had stopped and was replaced by a painful throbbing.

[tattoo is on both her hips -- number 1-- http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/083/b/8/Little_Wings_Hip_Tattoo_by_MoonLightSpectre.jpg ]

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Tue Aug 27, 2013 8:54 am

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Charlie looked up to watch Phoenix hurry off to get the things he asked for. He bit his lip nervously before turning his attention back to his patient. The shifter was worried about to things, his friend dieing and this stranger dieing. Charlie didn't want either to die but even though it was sad to say if he had choose which one to save he would save Phoenix. Nothing against this guy just he actually knew Phoenix, trusted Phoenix. This other guy just came up and nearly died by Charlie's feet. He sighed softly, so if a shark attacked phoenix Charlie would throw himself in there and pull Phoenix out, dead or alive.

As Phoenix pulled himself back through the water Charlie finally let out a slow steady breath, now he just hoped nothing freak happened. And luckily soon enough Phoenix was standing right in front of him with the stuff he asked for. "There." Charlie gave the guy a thankful smile and grabbed the bottle of alcohol first. Opening it he scrunched up his nose at the smell, he hated alcohol and that meant everything about it. Whatever, this wasn't about him it was about this dieing guy. By now both sheets of cloth were soaked completely red and useless so he removed them and tossed them into the sand.

Next he opened the first aid kit, thankfully finding a few peices of cloth that could be used with disinfectant, but of course the disinfectant was absent in this situation so Charlie was suing alcohol. Wasting no time he held one of the pieces to the lip of the bottle, tipping it over and lathering the cloth. He then pressed it to the wound, several layers actually. It cleaned out the guy's wound just fine and once they had done their job he tossed them to the side next.

Reaching into the first aid kit he pulled out the needle and thread next, time to start sewing now that it wasn't a bloody mess (even though it was still bleeding a bit Charlie figured he had to sew it up now or never. Unlike with Radioactive who Charlie had made friendly conversation with to keep her distracted Charlie put all his attention into sewing up the guy. It wasn't that he didn't like the guy but more likely that he was to concerned keeping himself from shifting right then and there and also keeping his mind clear enough to operate properly.

In no time the wound was stitched together, it looked hideous but at least it was stitched up now. "Next" he said softly, half to himself. Reaching into the first aid kit he found some gauze and pulled that out, putting a cream on it to help sooth the pain a bit, then placing the gauze onto the wound, wrapping it in an ace bandage type thing to hold it firmly in place, this was the best he could do to keep it from getting infected. "You need to wash that everyday" he said softly to the guy. "I think you'll be able to live, every time you wash it out though make sure to tell me so I can change your bandages."

Addressed: Phoenix, Daniel
Mentioned: Phoenix, Daniel
Song of the moment: The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy
Muse: Alright
Wearing:http://31.media.tumblr.com/97abb4e1fa15b27b63a349b46dc30ca1/tumblr_ms5kqh7s3w1s5xicvo1_500.gif
Word Count: 541
Side Notes: Sorry terrible post

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Tue Aug 27, 2013 9:43 pm

Rocco watched as she finished fixing him up then went to work mending herself. As she ripped her shirt Rocco found it sort of awkward for him to be staring at her bare skin but he wasn't really staring at her for... that reason... he just was interested by her tattoo. He never noticed she had tattoos, what a good boyfriend he had been. He held out his arms in front of him, bringing his eyes over and resting them on the inner parts of his fore arms. There they were, the two triads he had gotten inked into his skin. Always there, never leaving him. Rocco had quite a few random tattoos like this, not a lot but still weird and crazy looking symbols that probably no one knew what they meant.

The only tattoo he had that anyone probably had any idea what it meant was his Provehito In Altum tattoo on his left shoulder. If anyone knew it was in Latin they would know it meant "launch forth and into the deep." Of course Rocco had gotten ALL his tattoos in the village's tattoo shop on this island, and this tattoo meant two things to him. A) he and Lilly had escaped from the real world on a ship, they had litterally launched forth on a ship and into the deep which was the ocean. He crashed on this island and although he lost his sister being on this island helped him in a lot of ways. And B) go forth into the great unknown or aim high. This tattoo sort of made Rocco think stronger, without fear. If he was afraid or worried about what happened to him or what other people thought of him he would get no where so by "going into the great unknown" he would be separating himself from any ties and he could do whats important to him.

He sighed softly and looked down at his shoulder. Although his tattoo was covered in clothing he knew it would always be there and he would never regret it. "I didn't know you had tattoos" he said at last, feeling kinda dumb. He had dated her at some point, how had he never known about her tattoos? Well of course he had never see a lot of her body (not that he wants to Kaia =.=) but he still felt bad about not knowing about her tattoos and wondered slightly if she knew about all of his.

| Addressed: Kaia |
| Song: Going Away To College by Blink 182 |
| Word Count: 417
|outfit |
|Tats mentioned: Provehito In Altum , Triads|
|Hair|

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:18 pm

Vekpo watched with slight anxiety as  another woman approached her and the slightly creepy stranger. Her black hair fell around her face after Vekpo had spoken, instantly taking a few strides towards her. The red haired woman's eyes widened instinctively in alarm, making a motion as if she would scramble backwards, her arms behind her in the dirt, feet planted in the dirt as if she would crab walk away. The strange woman placed her hand upon Vekpo's shoulder, and in an instant she felt calm. Her frightened gaze melted into a calmed one. She assumed that the woman must be one that practiced magic to have such a profound impression on someone. Vekpo was a necromancer, yet a very weak one. She had only really gotten to know the art of black magic in a year. She could do some basic spells and charms.

"Hey, we're alright no need to act so tense. This scary guy is Jinx, but you could call him Captain or Sir Jinx." Vekpo's lips turned upwards in a weak smile, and watched as the woman leaned towards her, whispering loudly "For whatever reason I enjoys being called both of those." 

"Noted," Vekpo mumbled, somewhat to herself, and somewhat aloud. She looked back at the man, Jinx, glancing at his intense blue eyes, then back to the woman, feeling the weight of her hand removed from her shoulder.

"Oh, and I'm Ren," the woman spoke, standing up beside Jinx.

Vekpo smiled a bit awkwardly once more, "I'm Vekpo." The red haired necromancer stood to her feet, looking back at the slightly crowded beach.  

Addressed: Ren
Mentioned: Jinx, everyone on the beach
Word Count: 269 (heuheuh)
Wearing: too lazy to find a thing
Mood: calm(er), slightly friendly
Muse: badish
Side Notes: heuheuheuheuh my tableeeee

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Thu Aug 29, 2013 4:46 pm

‘’Oh I'm sorry I forgot you were here too. You wanna kiss me too?’’
Rocco puckered up his lips, looking at Alan. The twenty years old lad felt a nauseous feeling in his guts and snorted loudly at the man, giving him a firm push just to tell him to stay away from him.
‘’Eeew man, gross!’’, he yelled, trying to crawl away from Rocco and to get back on his feet, something that was quite hard for him to manage. ‘’Go kiss your girlfriend or someone but keep me out of this.’’, he muttered, giving Rocco a nasty and confused stare.

‘’Look at you miss survivor woman. Making makeshift casts and saving your obviously-not-boyfriend from maybe broken limbs. Wouldn't it have helped to have washed out the wounds a bit? Nah nevermind, it's alright I forgot you erotically assaulted my wounds with your tongue.’’
Alan snorted at these words once more. At least she was trying to help him. the lad wasn’t sure whether Rocco was thankful for it or not. His voice sounded quite strange when he said this to the woman called Kaia.
But why would Alan even bother about this? They obviously knew each other from previous lives, or maybe Rocco and this Kaia person could get along a lot better than with Alan.

The young man was all so sick of this place; he wanted to get out of here. He remembered this guy called Phoenix who had taken care of his wounds. He said told him that his friend Charlie was going to take even better care of him. Maybe if this Charlie did finally take care of him, he could leave this beach and go to a much safer and more quiet place. At least he wanted to be far away from here.
Where had this Charlie-dude gone to?
‘’I want to get out of this place. I prefer being in some sort of area where it’s less chaotic and… bloody…’’, Alan complained. He didn’t know where he could go to, though. he was still dizzy and as far as he could look, it seemed like there was only sand, ocean and wreckage.

Addressed: Rocco + Kaia and Rocco in general?
Mentioned: Phoenix, Kaia, Rocco, Charlie
Alan’s mood: Annoyed, tired
Word count: 360
Note: Weeee, I got nothing more to roleplay about~

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Sun Sep 01, 2013 11:44 pm

Daniel could feel his vision swim, attempting to focus on something other than the pain of the gaping wound in his side. He could feel a bit weakened from his already rapid blood loss. He winced slightly as he felt the man operating on him apply pressure to the wound in attempt to stop the bleeding. He couldn't glimpse the man from his current position, it would require movement, and that would be very painful in his current situation. Even his struggled and pained breaths causing him to wince.

Daniel barely recognized the sound of a container opening, and the sloshing of some sort of liquid sloshing in a container. Daniel was somewhat nervous, and suddenly felt a stinging on his gaping wound, immensely intense. He clenched his teeth.

"God fucking damn," he muttered through his tightly shut jaws. He knew it was necessary though, even if he was no doctor. After a few moments, the stinging became tolerable, and he felt the cloth removed, and a few more sounds of movement. He felt a sharp object penetrate his already tender skin, sewing it shut with Daniel presumed was a needle and thread. He breathed unsteadily, tense as his skin was sewn shut one more. After a few moments that seemed to drag on, he was aware of another material wrapping around his abdomen, what he assumed was a bandage.

"You need to wash that everyday. I think you'll be able to live, every time you wash it out though make sure to tell me so I can change your bandages."

Daniel breathed, relieved, "thanks man, I don't know how I'll ever repay you for this."

The man laid in the sand, exhausted. He knew he most likely wouldn't be able to stand without assistance, or stay standing on account of how weak he was from blood loss.

Word Count: 309
Mentioned: Charlie
Addressed: Charlie
Muse: bad
Mood: exhausted, thankful
Side notes: sorry idek what to post

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Mon Sep 02, 2013 12:59 am

"I'm 23..." Jack trailed off as he watched rocco move away. With an irritated sigh he made himself more presentable before standing, wiping his hands against his pants he felt irked. What in the world was that about? And now rocco was off with some chick? With his frown deepening he was confused with his emotions, he never let anything bother him really. (His sister be messing with him xD)
With a huff he head towards the sound of distress. Two guys sat on the ground well one more so of sprawled as it seemed he was heavily injured.(Charlie and daniel) "Uh, is there any way i can help?" Crouching down he took note it seemed the situation had been handled. Reaching behind him he pulled out his drink container(To tired to remember the name) and offered it over to him. A sheepish smile honing his lips.

Subject: Re: The Wreckage Mon Sep 02, 2013 7:34 pm

I'm not dead I only dress that way

I bought my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch ‘em stab me on your television

Charlie knew he had probably hurt the guy more in the process of sewing him up but it had to be done. At least now the guy wouldn't be bleeding anymore. Already Charlie's clothes were speckled and splashed with blood and his hands were coated, the sand around the wounded guy was crimson and there was a small pile of blood coated clothes and paper towels. There was alcohol spilled across the ground and made everything smell of wine which wasnt exactly pleasant and really the beach was just a wreck in a whole. Letting out a soft sigh he looked at all the people, practically everyone was either dead or had already been helped and pulled themself into the forest. It was amazing how much time had passes while he was helping people.

"Thanks man, I don't know how I'll ever repay you for this."

The guys voice brought him out of his thoughts and made him smile widely. "Hey, no problem... for starters you can keep yourself alive so all my work wasn't wasted." Charlie pulled himself out of the sand finally. His legs felt weird and numb from sitting on them while he operated on the guy and he had a pounding head ache. Now he didn't want anymore than to just go home to the village and sleep. The day wasn't even finished yet and he was exhausted. "Get some rest" he said softly the wounded guy. "I'm Charlie by the way, I'm gonna wake you up before we head back to the village cause I'm sure you don't wanna sit on the beach all alone at night." He flashed him a small smile again and was about to walk off to go talk to Radio again when another voice caught his attention

"Uh, is there any way i can help?"

He managed another wide grin and shook his head. "I handled things well enough... though you could look around the forest edge for some goldenseal that would be great." He was about to turn away when he realized not everyone knew what goldenseal is. "Um.. goldenseal is a herb thats looks like reddish buds.. it helps keep wounds from getting infected and its not an absolute need but it could help... so if your up to it you cant do that. If you find any you can crush it up with something but don't do anything else without me, so come and get me when its all crushed up.. if you get any... I'm not sure if you'll be able to find any this close to the beach. If you cant then thats fine."

He watched the guy pull out a drink and he shook his head. "I'll pass" he said softly and dipped his head towards Daniel. "I'm sure he'd enjoy to drink something... his throat must be horribly dry." He smiled one last time before trotting down the beach, stopping in front of the black haired woman. Her pants were still just as baggy as he last saw her and it made her look tiny in comparison. He smiled softly, big pants were better than no pants right?

"Hey" he said softly, crouching down in front of her. (I'm assuming she's sitting. I cant remember.) "How ya holding up?" he twisted his eyebrows so he had a genuinely concerned face though his mouth was upturned in a familiar smile. "If you need anything I can get it for you.. maybe. We should be leaving the beach sometime soon and heading back to the village... there might not be any open houses so you might have to share a house with someone." He scratched the back of his head. "Its better than not having any house at all though."

Notes: Finally got around to posting
Song of the Moment: A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch me" by Fall Out Boy
Mentioned: Eis, Daniel, Shalya
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 631

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