Angry Alan is angry~
Why? Because he crashed on an island in a cruise ship with other people, and he doesn't get taken care of because the rescuers are distracted by a girl without pants.
Just loved this part of the roleplay and had to draw a chibi Alan dedicated to it. <3
Roleplay post, just to poke your memoriessssAlan 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…’’
Weeeeee, arrrrtttttt~
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