Rosalyn and Kay had wandered back over to the shoreline. Rosalyn noticed how Kay kept close to her side, the side of her hand almost touching her hip. I was kind of cute, Rosalyn thought in surprise. Great, she was becoming attached.
"Just bleeding to death over here, but no worries, I'll be just fine," came a voice from the side. Rosalyn and Kay looked to see another boy coming from the rear of the ship—he hadn't been there before.
"Who are you?" Rosalyn shouted to him, still a few yards away.
"Names Rhys Simons. Pleasure to meet you. may I ask who you are?" The girl had a toddler clutching to her. Her sister maybe?
"You're worst nightmare," Rosalyn said sarcastically. When Rhys raised his eyebrows, expecting an actual answer, she laughed. "Maybe you'll grow a pair while you wait."
"Excuse me I didn't mean to pry." This girl was obvously used to being in charge. she was sassy and sure of herself but none the less she was a lady. "I was mearly wondering what I can call you." Hey looked down at the little girl. he winked at her and waved slightly.
" that's fine i can deal with being called John", johnboy said smirking at Luna. " so great, we're lost in the middle of nowhere with dead bodies everywhere, a few survivors, and i bet no one knows where we are." johnboy settles down, and is quite worried about the crash. " i don't know if i can walk, i can try" johnboy tries to get up, but his foot slipped on the sand and he fell right back down. " not right now."
"It's Okay, just stay here for a minute then I'm going to see who all is left. Just holler if you need anything." Luna leves to go see what was going on over the hill where the girl had dissapeared.
Kay smiled up at Rhys. "I'm Kay and this is Rose. She's okay."
Rosalyn grimaced. "It's Rosalyn, not Rose, to you."
Rhys nodded. "Rosalyn and Kay two lovely names if I ever heard one." He smiled though he just wanted to smack Rosalyn. Over the dune he saw another girl coming. great just how many girls were here?
Luna came up to the small group and looked them over. after a moment she decided to ignore the girl with a sour expression. she turned to the little girl clutching onto her. she bent down so she was eye level with the toddler. "Hi I'm Luna what is your name?"
Kay grinned, though the corners wouldn't full all the way up. The weight of her family's death was pressing. "Hello."
Rosalyn looked at the other girl, examining her from head to toe. "I'm Rosalyn."
((*pull* not full))
"Hello Rosalyn," Luna turned to the tall dude and had to look up to meet his gaze, "Um and what is your name?"
Rhys smiled " Rhys."
"Okay well Rosalyn and Rhys there is a boy back there and I think he is badly hurt so I am going back there, just thought I'd introduce myself since we are all traped on the same island." with that Luna turned and walked back in the direction of John, hoping that he was still concious when she got there.
Rosalyn, Rhys, and Kay followed Luna over to the boy. He had stopped crying over his friend and just lay there motionless, eyes closed. Fearing the worst, Rosalyn said "Oh my g-d, it's a helicopter!"
The boy's eyes flew open and he exclaimed "Really? Where?!" The others looked up too. With a relieved and guilty chuckle, Rosalyn muttered, "Just making sure you weren't dead."
((Come on PB, we can't play your character!))
johnboy had been sleeping to get past the pain, he then woke up and noticed two people walking towards him, he could make out Luna but who was this other person?
Seeing his look of confusion and disorientation, Rosalyn splashes some salt water onto the boy's face. He spluttered and cursed, to which Rosalyn said "The name's Rosalyn. Welcome to the party."
Luna almost hit Rosalyn in the face. at the last second she changed her mind that would probably not end up well for her. "Okay so what is the worst injury everybody has. we should probably try and fix those first."
(Can I jump in?)
Suddenly, a small scream came from the choppy water. A small boy floated on a piece of driftwood.
Appearance: Tousled, dirty dark hair, a ripped Spider Man t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He isn't wearing any shoes or socks. Brown eyes, fair skin.
Personality: Tries to act tough, and like a 'big boy' but inside he's hurting. Doesn't like to be hugged or babied.
Ian sloshed through the water to the shoreline several yards away. He put his hands on his hips and watched the group warily.
((sure artgirl we can always use more people))
Rhys saw a figure emerge from the water and went to try and help him but had to stop at the edge of the water because of his leg.
(Thanks monkeymorgan) Ian stared at the boy who had come toward him and said as gruffly as he could, " war happened to your leg?"