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Post by JezusBagels on Jun 7, 2009 21:53:07 GMT -5
(Due to the nature of this plot line, all characters are welcome at any point in the story, even after the 10 post line.) It was a bright and peaceful day in La Rivage when the passenger ship known The Sweet Maiden left port en route to Seacliff, an island fief off the coast of Araluen. Smooth sailing was expected throughout the entire trip. Such was not their luck, unfortunately. Well into the journey, a fierce storm struck the sea, sending the Maiden careening off course into the endless blue of the ocean. The storm lasted for days, during which the passengers and crew had no control over the direction they were sent in. When the sky finally cleared, the ship was beached on a small, uninhabited island, shattered to pieces in the violence of the storm. The survivors of the storm now lie trapped on this island, lost in the middle of unknown waters. This is their story. (This is roughly what the island looks like, the red dot being the crash site of The Sweet Maiden, Blue dot is the spring: i193.photobucket.com/albums/z307/mba884/islandisland-1.jpg) ___________________________________________________________ Malphorius clawed his way out of the water and onto the beach, his aging limbs giving him barely enough strength to move. It was difficult to see, but he could make out the silhouettes of broken, splintered wood and other passengers making their way out of the water. Despite his own pride, his arms gave out and Malphorius was left unable to move. It didn't take long for someone, though he still couldn't make out any faces, to notice the old man lying there, half of him still in the water and pull him into the shade of the trees that lay inland from the beach. "Thanks," he muttered reluctantly, though the figure had already gone to help others out of the water. When his vision cleared, Malphorius clearly saw the current situation. The boat, though mostly intact, had been torn apart by the storm when it had crashed into... wherever they were. The conscious passengers were busy rescuing the unconscious ones from the water and wreckage. He knew he should have helped. He was a doctor, for Pete's sake. His skills would be much needed in a situation like this! But alas, he was too tired to even stand up. He could only sit there, helpless, as the others worked.
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Post by ♥★Evanm7♥ on Jun 8, 2009 16:11:39 GMT -5
Evan leaped off the other boat, that had crashed also, and onto the shore. He looked regretfully at the boat, as it stood broken opun the jagged cliff.
Evan, by chance, had been on the mast of the ship as it crashed, and had been able to jump on the shore by making his way down, one by one, the various splintred planks of the ship. When he made it to shore, he saw that the relief effort was already being musterd. He walked over to the first-aid tent, for he knew a few tricks of healing.
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Post by ivory on Jun 8, 2009 20:14:52 GMT -5
Angel dragged herself upon the shore, coughing and spitting out the sea water she'd unluckily swallowed. She collapsed on the beach, her muscles weary from having swam against the tide. She rolled over onto her stomach and rested for a few minutes before staggering to her feet and looking around.
It was practically chaos with hardly anyone knowing what to do besides help those that needed helping. It was also predictable given what chaos they'd just went through with the crashing of the boats. Even the rescue boat had crashed! Some rescue, she thought wryly before heading over to give a helping hand also.
She didn't really care for wasting time doing so, but she had an image to keep. She was supposed to be Marilyn Widdows, a widow who was coming to Araluen in an attempt to make a better life. She'd just finished her latest assignment (OOC: check out her profile if you're miffed and for those that don't know, the SWC are practically unheard of, they don't 'exist')and was currently heading back home. Or she was. But she'd come across a few problems that needed for her to disapear and so she'd taken on the disguise of a dressmaker.
She scanned the shoreline for anyone else with 'luck' like hers and immediately headed out as she saw a lone figure bobbing up and down. She waded waist deep before jumping and plunging into the water, arms moving strongly as she propelled herself closer and closer to the doll-ragged person.
Angel watched her go under when she was only a few feet from her and she dived to grab her. She tried to open her eyes beneath the waves, but the salt stung her eyes and the sandy floor was getting swirled up by the harsh waves. As her breath began to leave her she felt the barest brush of hair across her thigh and she grabbed ahold before swimming for the surface.
She gasped in air as she penetrated the waters and stayed there tredding for a few minutes as her rescue coughed out the water in her lungs. She was a young adult, somewhere around sixteen or seventeen by Angel's guess (OOC: and in those days that was counted as adult pretty much, especially for a lady).
Once she was done coughing, Angel carried her to the shore and desposited her a good distance from the waves. She gave her a once over to see that she was fine before heading to offer help to those struggling up the beach, despite her muscles screaming at her to sit down and rest, even if only for a moment.
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Post by ivory on Jun 8, 2009 20:22:15 GMT -5
Ivory had gone through some pretty rough patches in her life, but this one put the icing on the cake. She'd never felt so drained, so weak and tired. She doubted she even had the energy to turn over.
Who knew that swimming was so hard? She'd never had the time to try. Her thoughts became indifferent after that as she remembered her reason for having stolen passage onto the boat. He was here. She knew not his name nor what he looked like besides the fact that he had six fingers on one hand and four on the other. She'd remembered him clearly from her hiding space in the woods. His laughter, the hard gleam in his eyes, the pleasure on his face forever stayed beside her. She'd end his life before disappearing once again and beginning the hunt for the last of her family's murders. This she vowed.
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Post by JezusBagels on Jun 8, 2009 20:27:29 GMT -5
Malphorius sat up slowly, his back aching with every movement. He leaned forward, looking around. Someone had dropped off a young woman not ten feet away from him. Perhaps she would help him stand up. He struggled to croak out the words, "Hey you." A man at his age shouldn't have had to endure pains like this. The crash should have killed him. Thoughts of anger and self-pity swirled through his mind as he sat there in pain, waiting for a response.
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Post by ivory on Jun 8, 2009 20:47:52 GMT -5
"Hey you."{/b]
Ivory heard the words, but she hadn't the strength to turn her head. Just the small act of wetting her lips seemed to drain the majority of whatever she had left. Her answer, took the rest of it. "Yeah?"
She'd lost her parents at the age of ten, but what she'd learned during that time had stayed with her like a second skin. One of those teachings had been manners. She'd been raised a Lady during that brief time and a Lady her mother always reminded her, never forgot that she was a Lady. A tear trickled down her eye, but she hadn't the strength to wipe it away. She'd failed her mother in that sense. She'd killed and would kill again, a method a Lady would never have used to see as the solution to her problem.
She desperately missed them at times like this. Other times, that emptiness was still strong, but she could usually soothe it into the background.
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Post by JezusBagels on Jun 11, 2009 18:00:00 GMT -5
Malphorius's eyes darted around. The last of the passengers were making their way onto the beach. "Any idea where we are?"
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Post by ivory on Jun 11, 2009 19:31:53 GMT -5
Angel heard his question when she came to check on the girl she'd saved. She flicked her eyes to him before turning them back onto Ivory.
"No idea. Better luck asking one of the crew. You okay?"
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Post by ivory on Jun 11, 2009 19:46:52 GMT -5
Ivory managed a slight nod of her head at the woman's questions. She found the strength to curl up into a sitting position, though it left her wheezing for air. She struggled to make it stop, forcing herself to breath calmly despite the tightness in her chest.
She turned to the man beside her. "How about you? You okay?"
She wasn't very trusting of anyone, but the man was too old to be a threat and if that wasn't true, he was certainly too weak. She ignored the thought that she was too weak to defend anyone off anyways. She wasn't weak. She would never be weak. Tired maybe, but never weak.
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Post by JezusBagels on Jun 11, 2009 20:15:32 GMT -5
((Um... kay, just put my post here then...))
Malphorius rolled his eyes. "Do I look okay? I'm old, I ache, I can't move... I should be dead," he said. He tried to spit on the ground, but his throat ached from swallowing salt water. He ended up drooling a little. He blushed with embarrassment. "Um... You didn't see that."
((It didn't happen the first time!))
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Post by ivory on Jun 11, 2009 20:43:20 GMT -5
[Srry, I must have posted it a second after you did so that's why I didn't see it]
Ivory didn't even act like she'd heard his last sentence. "So should I," she said instead in answer to his previous comment.
She said it matter-of-factly, well aware that her time to die would come soon. If fate didn't take her, she'd take it herself.
She climbed slowly to her feet, swaying a little when she did. She took a few steps toward the trees, wanting some sort of protection from the blazing sun. There she rested her head against a tree, grateful for its shade before heading in deeper. Her time searching for the men who'd slaughtered her family about seven years ago, had trained her the ways of the wood.
She searched her surroundings for water to ease her desert dry throat, but her body refused to move past a few yards of the wood's edge. She had to rest, but only for a moment...
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Post by Tandar on Jun 13, 2009 10:55:34 GMT -5
Rip rolled over on the wet sand. He'd been thrown clear when the ship beached. His ribs hurt and he felt sick. Gingerly, he touched the sore spots on his torso. At least nothing was broken. He retched and a flow of seawater erupted from his mouth, emptying his stomach. He made an effort to spit to get the taste of salt out of his mouth. Rip was weak and dizzy. The assassin looked up and the people around him. It took a lot of concentration to focus his eyes. Most of the survivors were lying about on the beach. Few seemed in better condition than he was.
Summoning all his strength, Rip half staggered, half crawled to higher ground. Splintered wood floated in the water and he wanted to get out of his soaked clothing. Slouching against a tropical-looking tree, Rip took a moment to clear his mind and breathe easy. Suddenly, he remembered. Rift was still in The Sweet Maiden!
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Post by ivory on Jun 13, 2009 11:46:43 GMT -5
Angel didn't want to let the girl go off along, but neither could she just leave the old man in the hot sun. She exhaled sharply before bending down and half-carried, half-dragging him to the wood's edge, not caring if he complained or not. He wasn't strong enough to fight her off, or anything else for that matter, so it was an easy task.
She straightened, looked around her, and with another sigh tredged off after the girl. Her muscles screamed at her to stop, but she hadn't gotten this far in her career by being a quiter. Neither had she ever learned to push the pain away, only to evelope it, cherish it, let it overwhelm her. And her body would eventually adapt to it, taking in as part of itself until it no longer 'hurt'.
She closed her eyes for a few steps, letting down her natural barriers. She clenched her jaw as the pain coursed through her and would've cried out if it helped. It never did, she learned that early on in her life. Tears were just as useless.
The pain she was feeling showed nowhere on her features, an ability she'd strengthened over time. Her face was blank as she dealt with it and within seconds, her body adapted.
Angel opened her eyes just in time to keep from tripping over a tree root. She stepped over it and scanned the terrain again, quickly catching sight of her target.
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Post by evan7 on Jun 13, 2009 17:23:01 GMT -5
Waner got up and looked around. He had been thrown off when the boat crashed. He went to the first aid tent to get checked. After he got checked, with only a few minor cuts, Waner decided to make some fire pits and shelter. His only problem was he had to go explore to get the supplies. So, he told everyone he was going out. He was nervous because half of this island looked like forest land. Making sure he had his sword, he headed out not knowing what would happen next.
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Post by evan7 on Jun 13, 2009 17:48:09 GMT -5
Waner gathered all the stuff he needed when a 10 foot bear walked up and clawed him in the face. He felt a lot of blood trickiling down his face. Quickly, he pulled out his sword and stabbed it. It fell down and Waner put in his net and went back to camp. When he got there, everyone ran out to see what Waner got. They were all surprised. Waner quickly built a fire pit and roasted the bear. Finally, they had food. They may had got the food, but now they had to build shelter. But before that, he had to get his cut taken care of. As it turned out, his face had been badly damaged, but the docters could help him.
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