Day 1

[losty09]

*Flight 815 left the airport in sydney late in the morning. It was a routine flight, and everything was going fine. They were making good time, heading across the ocean to Los Angeles. On the plane were people from different countries, different backgrounds. There were artists, doctors, even fugatives. They all set off from Sydney together, planning to part ways forever when they LA.

But midway through the flight, the plane suddenly hit turbulence. It was normal, and most people didn't worry about it. But the turbulence increased, and suddenly the was a horrible ripping noise as the tail end of the plane pulled away. Flight 815 came plummeting out of the sky, the midsection landing the water just off the beach of an island.

Now the passengers are faced with the reality of the plane crash, and must learn to survive on an island that is not what it seems to be. They struggle to accept their situation, and work to together to survive. Join the adventure and help it unfold.*

((so that's the intro. We can pick up right after the crash. ))

[losty09]

There was silence, and bubbles streamed up through the water past Liana, shining like pearls. Her lungs began to burn, and she saw the light of the suface above her and struggled towards it. She was running out of air.. it was so close, if only she could reach.... She broke the surface of the water, sputtering and gasping for breath. All at once the silence was replaced by the sounds of the plane crash. Screams filled the air, and the the ocean was littered with floating peices of the plane. The main peice of the midsection lay closer to the shore, and flames errupted out of it. Liana, swam toward the beach, fighting the waves and the masses of people. She collapsed on the beach and surveyed the damage done to her. She had a nasty cut on her shoulder, and it stung badly from the salt water. She felt dizzy, her head filled with the sounds of the crash. People were struggling in the water, crying out for help. She rose to her feet and forced herself to go back into the ocean, the red of blood now swirling within its waters. A little girl, a child, was calling for help. Alyssa swam towards her, lifting her up under the arms and raising her head above the water. She carried her back to shore, laying her down on the beach. Her shoulder was bleeding freely now, and the pain was nearly overwhelming.

Liana swam out once again, farther this time, to a middle aged man who was floating in the water. She dragged him back and lay him out on the sand. She checked for a pulse, and for signs of breathing, and found none. The man was dead. She stumbled backwards, dizziness took ahold of her and she callapsed into the warm sand. She fought to maintain consiousness, but in the end she gave in and and tumbled into darkness.

((so that's all there is to it. Have fun!))

[~annie~]

Am I awake?

Sara couldn't feel anything she was so still, her eyes were closed but she couldn't open them. Something was stopping her. She felt hot, and dazed. Her throat and lungs were begining to burn, it was a sensation she remembered feeling when she stayed under water for too long, back when she used to go swimming. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind as she finally managed to move her arm. Suddenly finding herself falling down, she desperately threw her arms up trying to grasp ahold something. She felt helpless.

Sara fought her way upwards with all the energy she had left, her whole body aching by this time, she couldn't tell if she was alive or not. Finally she broke to the surface, opening her blue eyes to the horrific sight before her. The sight of a plane crash.

She began to swim to shore, dodging pieces of burning wreckage and the still bodies that littered the ocean surface.
Finally she felt sand beneath her feet, scrambling up she collapsed on the ground, coughing and spluttering up the stinging sea water. She lay for a moment, taking it all in, trying to make some sense of what was going on. She gazed at herself, as far as she could tell she had no major injuries and as the dull pain thumping through her head and body died away she suddenly realised there were people screaming for help.
She saw a woman struggling to swim to shore, thrashing the water helplessly with her arms and began to run towards her, hitting the water hard as she swam to aid. She grabbed the woman's hands and began to pull her to shore,
"It's okay" she gasped between paddles.
They reached the shore again, Sara checked the woman who appeared to be distraught more than anything. Just as she began to turn her attention back to the other survivors a piece of floating wreckage burst into flames spraying debre across the water.

[bladerunna]

Arrggh..

I woke up on the blazing hot beach. I looked up with my tired eyes and could see the sea. It looked peaceful, calm, so relaxing. Just as I was looking into the view, I heard screaming and to my left were people running around screaming, panicing. As my eyes focused slowly I saw flames, carnage, fueslage everywhere. I had to get up.

Arrggh..
My arm. Sort of out of its socket. I stood up and painfully put it back into place. I started to move forward walking slowly in between the screams. Where am I? Dead bodies around. Doesn't make sense.

FLASH BACK IN THE AIRPORT
"Let me on the damn plane!"
"I'm sorry sir but until the pilot is ready to allow people on, you cant go though" informed the flight attendant.
"Can't you see i'm in a bloody rush, come on"
"i'm sorry sir"
I sulked off back to my seat and was sat next to some guy who was reading a book. "Hey" I said, "what are you reading there?"
"None or your business asshole" he said
"What did you call me boy"?
"Nothin pal"
"You wanna start buddy". I stood up and took his book and threw it across the waiting lounge "Cos I'm ready punk"
As soon as that was said security came over and dragged me away from him
"I'm not done with you" I yelled


"Hey, can I get some help here?" a voice yelled. Screaming came from the other side of the beach. I ran over and dived in to try to find him. I looked down and saw bodies across the sea bead. I got out of the water and stumbled over towards the jungle and fell to my knees and looked and the floor.

FLASH BACK IN THE AIRPORT
"You are Dan Thompson of London, England, correct?" said the secuirity officer.
"Yes". I was in this small room, gloomy with cameras in all of corners. I looked at my watch only to find I had missed my flight
"I've lost my bleeding plane now you bloody idiot, satisfied?"
The guard said "Well to tell you the truth, yes I am. Now because of your behaviour, we are going to keep you here for a while so you can calm down and put you on the next flight."
"And when will that be leaving, your grace" he said sarcasticly.
"In 4 hours, were putting you on flight, (glancing at the ticket) 815 to LAX, OK?"
"Suppose it will have to do"

I looked down, upset. And saw something in the distance. I walked over to it. I dug it out only to find a handgun with a few bullets in it. Blood dripped on my hand and as I looked up, a man in a suit was impaled of the trees above me.
"What the..."

[losty09]

((Bladerunner, nice post. Please read the rules if you haven't done so yet, as it explains that we want to keep everything in third person. So in the future if you could write in third person please that would be great. THanks.))

[losty09]

((alright i'm gonna post a second character so there will be more survivors to interact with until we get more people))

Damien crawled out of the shallows and onto the sand. Behind him people were crying out for help. But he had to look out for himself, and leave them to do the same. He made his way the beach, away from the water and the burning fuselage. Then he sat, his back leaned against the trunk of a tree.

Half the wreckage from the plane was on the beach, half in the water. People were clinging to pieces of broken aluminum in the water, trying hard to stay above the waves that threatened to suck them down and bury them in a watery grave. Damien pitied those who couldn't swim well. They would be having a tought time of things. He saw a few people pulling people to shore, and he knew that not all he bodies they brought in would be alive. He knew he should help, but he didn't. He was his main priority. Himself, no one else.

Damien shrugged off his sodden tailored jacket, and then his linen shirt. His skin was pale, his body toned and well muscled. He glanced at his soaked pants. He hated wearing wet clothes. He wanted to go search for his suit case, but the choas was overwhelming. He needed to wait until things became calmer, and then he would look. Perhaps he could locate his briefcase and therefore his cell phone. Then he'd be able to help the rescue teams find then. Damien leaned back aganst the tree to wait.

[losty09]

((i guess an rpg isn't really on people's lists right now. Those of you who are doing it, feel free to keep posting. If we don't, this thing will just stand still))

[~annie~]

Sara got up and began to walk around the crash site, trying to take it all at once was terrifying. She breathed deeply and began to move towards the other side of the beach, away from the tragedy, she couldnt handle it anymore. She felt sick, dizzy and confused.

"How can we even be alive?" she mumbled to herself, as she surveyed the amount of survivors running around, from this distance she could for the first time see the extent of the crash, it was like her terror from a few moments ago had now been engulfed by a new layer of complete irrational fear. It was a feeling she hadn't felt for a while now.

[Red Matrix]

An unknown man stumbled out of the jungle. He was pretty tall, sleek, dirty blonde hair, and was wearing a suit. His face was darkened by soot, yet his boyish face could still be made.

[losty09]

Liana heaved a heavy suitcase onto the pile, pausing to wipe the sweat from her brow. Everyone seemed to have been brought to shore now, the bodies pulled onto the beach a laid in a row on the sand. It was sickening to look at, and Liana carefully kept her gaze away. She envied those who dealt so well with death.

Alyssa felt the shaking in the plane. Turbulence. She didn’t mind, she was used to flying. There was the little blond boy sitting next to her. The poor kid’s family hadn't been able to get enough seats next to each other. He looked around nervously. “Hey, its all right. This is normal, it’s nothing to worry about.” She smiled at him, and he smiled a weakly as if to say “how would you know?” “Trust me, I know.” She smiled again to reassure him. The boy kept looking anxiously at a little golden watch on his wrist.

Her glass was shaking on the pull-out tray in front of her. Alyssa saw the fasten seatbelt sign come on, and the stewardess notified the passengers. She clicked hers together, watching as the little boy followed suit. There was a high-pitched noise, and the quivering of the plane increased. Alyssa’s smile faded. The boy was still checking his watch, his eyes fixed on it, afraid to look up. She pressed her back against the seat uncomfortably, clutching the armrests. Suddenly there was a tremendous ripping sound. The little boy screamed. She looked back and gasped as she saw that the tail section had been pulled away. Passengers flew backward out of the back of the plane. The oxygen masks came down, dangling before her face. She put hers on and reached over to help the little boy. She fumbled with his mask. Suddenly she was jolted forward, banging her head on the seat in front of her. She blacked out.

Liana felt the hot tears streaming down her face. She noticed a woman staring at her and wiped angrily at her eyes. Liana walked down the beach, continuing to collect the suitcases and put them in a pile. People began to gather around, searching through for their own bags. At last she found her backpack, and there were a few water bottles in the bottom and some snacks she had brought on the flight. A few minutes later, her suitcase appeared. She dragged it up the beach to the edge of the thick jungle and opened it, rummaging through its contents. At last she felt her fingers close over the thick, stiff leather. She pulled her hand free, and with it came the scabbard of her hunting knife. It had taken some work to get a permit to allow her to carry a knife on the plane, and now she was glad she had. She pulled the blade free, examining it. She tested the edge with her finger, wincing slightly as a bead of blood oozed forth.

"Hey you!" Liana hastily stuffed the knife back into its sheath and into her bag, before turning to face the person who was calling her. She grimaced as pain moved in a wave through her body, reacting to the sudden movement. Her shoulder was sticky with fresh blood.
"Yes?" She responded, choking slightly on her words.
"I need some help with this." The man motioned to a large piece of the fuselage. "Theres a..... someone is stuck under here." Liana blinked and looked at the ground.
"i'm... sorry. i can't." She walked away, leaving the man staring frustratedly at her as she left.