Lost: Tropic Crash

[cuzyeahboi]

The cream colored fox humanoid groaned. Her eyes flitting open she couldn't tell whether it was day or night. Her head hurt, the pain throbbing. She tried to touch it but her left arm was pinned down by something. Looking down her sight was blurred and dark. She could just make out a belt pulled taut by a piece of gnarled and charred metal. With her other hand she dug in the remains of her torn jeans. She found her butterfly knife. She tried to open it in her usual intricate way, she half succeeded, cutting into her index finger. She cried out loudly. "Aaaa! Ow. Ow ow ow." She began cutting her belt with the half opened knife.

[Silvertongue]

Ivan slowly blinked awake. His head was throbbing and for some reason his side ached. He slowly shook his head to get rid of his blurry vision before trying to stand up. He immediately collapsed. What the! Ivan looked down at his side which was bleeding from a large gash over his ribs. What happened? All he remember was talking to waking up to an alarm blaring on the plane. Oh my god the plane! Did we crash? Ivan scanned his horizons, taking in the massive plane wreckage which was billowing smoke high into the sky. Holy crap! Where is everyone? Where am I?!


(Italics are thoughts)

[cuzyeahboi]

(noice) She managed to cut herself loose, reaching up she felt something warm and wet. She brought it to her lips and licked it. Blood, a hint of salt. Sea-salt. She pulled herself out of the seat and stumbled out of the plane and fell to her knees. She looked up, the sun was high in the sky but it was dark and blurry. Everything was tinted red.

[MrRazot]

*Merged with the previous LOST RP*
*Link to signups in the OP*

[AJ Fawxe]

Micah slowly came to amidst a waterfall of fragmented memories. The seatbelt sign came on as he was on his way back to his seat and the sudden shift as raced back nearly threw him down the aisle. A pain like a spike running through his head ended his best attempt to piece together what had happened. The ferret blinked and slowly forced his eyes open. He turned his head only to shut his eyes once again as the sudden surge of sunlight blinded him for a moment. He was suddenly aware of the smell of smoke and burnt fuel.

Micah had done his best to make it into a seat, but he just couldn't get himself belted in. Trying to make the best of a terrifying situation he tried to brace himself against the seat in front of him and belt himself. Then it went black. The ferret pulled his face from the, sand? Why was he face down in the sand? There was a metallic groaning somewhere close by. As the ferret turned towards the noise he felt a pain in his side, then his heart stopped and sunk like a rock. There was the plane he'd been on-or at least part of it.

"Good Lord.. what.. what happened? This.." Micah couldn't bring himself to stand up in the face of this horrifying scene. His senses started to come back and he realized, quite suddenly, that he was sore all over. The ferret assumed he had broken some ribs and had major bruising all across his body, especially in his chest wall.

[cuzyeahboi]

The Fennec heard a quite voice inside the plane. Sighing, she pulled herself back into the plane, the pain and smoke blurring her vision. "H-hello?! Anybody?!" She stumbled into the Ferret's view, not noticing that he was alive.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray reached the treeline after a few minutes of pain-filled crawling. He reached the trunk of a palm tree and tugged himself upright, slowly and painfully. Inspecting himself, the raccoon found himself battered and bloodied, no doubt due to the crash and subsequent fight against the wreckage. He began tearing the sweatshirt he wore into bandages, hoping that the salt-water would keep infection away. After staunching the blood-flow, he assessed the situation, speaking quietly to himself. "Okay...okay. Don't panic. Panic is a killer. You've just survived a plane crash. We'll need food, freshwater. A place to take shelter is a place to start. So get a move on, Ray." He shook his head, and observed the crash site. "No, no. Others might've made it. Go help them." He limped towards the wreck, calling out as loud as he could, which wasn't that loud. "Hello!? Anyone else alive?! Bang on somethin' if y'can't talk!"

[cuzyeahboi]

She looked up, "I'm still al-alive!" She said coughing

[AJ Fawxe]

Micah sat relatively still, not too far from the crash. It was a shame he couldn't stop breathing as every breath agitated his bruised ribs and chest wall. Hearing a voice from inside the plane he tried to yell to them. "I'm a survivor! You need to get out of the plane though!"


The ferret cursed softly under his breath as a rush of pain hit his chest and throat. Ears twitching softly, he turned his head, noticing another voice coming from his left. "Over here." He spoke more softly this time, not wanting to agitate anymore of his wounds.

[cuzyeahboi]

She stumbled back out and saw the Ferret. "Another survivor..." Stumbling towards him she put her knife back into her ripped up pocket.

[Silvertongue]

Ivan tried to staunch the flow of blood from his side. "Hey!" he broke off into a coughing fit, "Is anyone there?" He slowly stood up and took a few shaky steps. He could see smoke coming from other parts of the Island, he started to head towards one.

[AJ Fawxe]

Micah grunted and slowly worked his way onto his knees. One he started trying to get into a standing position he yelled out in pain then cursed loudly. Muttering curses the whole way, he made his way up to his feet and turned towards the new voice.


"We're over here," the ferret called out as he slowly staggered further down the beach. "Anyone able to move much?" The ferret looked around. There were a few people coming into view, but most everyone was a good distance away.

[cuzyeahboi]

The Fennec stumbled toward the scream of Micah. "I can move, just can't see too well." The Fennec's head was covered in dried blood, her eyes barely functioning through the film. A gash ran across her stomach, her index finger was cut badly and her legs and jeans were decorated with scratches and cuts galore. But she could still walk and speak. Against the odds she was alive. She would just have to figure out how to live long enough to get off the island.

[Silvertongue]

Ivan hurried towards the sound of someones voice. Once he got to the clearing he saw a ferret and a few others coming in through the tree line. "Hey." Ivan coughed, trying to clear his throat. His shirt clung to his sweaty chest and his rips seemed to be bleeding profusely. His hands and arms were covered in dried blood, and the only weapon he still had with him was his combat knife. "Does anyone know what happened?" Ivan tried to raise his voice but ended up breaking into another coughing fit. Once he had stumbled closer to the others, he slowly lowered himself to the ground trying to catch his breath. He clutched his ribs and hoped someone at least knew basic military first aid because this would be hard to patch up himself.

[cuzyeahboi]

"Oh god..." She stumbled towards Ivan, "I... I think we crashed in the middle of nowhere..." She shook her head and dropped to the ground near him, closing her knife.  "Our best chance to get out of here alive is to work together though."