Lost - RP

[Drace]

In Sidney you got on a plane. A plane to Los Angeles. Your flight is normal. But then sudenly there's heavy turbilence(sp?). The tail section breaks off followed by the mid section. Next thing you remember is opening your eyes. And you're on an island, stranded, lost in the Pacific.

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PLEASE READ BEFORE BEGINNING

This all is an RP based on the television hitseries Lost. You where in Sidney for maybe a vacation. A death in the family. Escaping. Searching a long lost friend. It doesn't matter. You begin at when you open your eyes. You must survive. But this is not your every day island. Will you be one of the survivors which get off the island? Our will the island consume you? Everyone can make up to 5 characters. In what section were you? The tail? The Mid? Or where you in the front or in the cockpit? You decide your own fate. Are you going to work together with the other survivors? Are you going to be heroic? Or a coward? I hope you'll all enjoy this RP. Let the games begin!

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The sound of the ocean is heard. Screams come through it. Trevor opens his eyes and sees a clear blue sky. He shakes his head and leans on his right arm. His leg hurts. His knee is bloody. He looks around him. People are running and screaming. They're confused, dazed and hurt. Trevor stands up and begins walking toward the crash. Slowly the pain gets to much and he collapses. He tries to get up but fails. Then, he sees a hand. Reaching out for him.

[Dragonium]

Lost rocks. I dunno how much of the series other people have seen though, they just started showing it in the UK. We're on episode 4, I think (I dunno, it's the one that revolves around Locke's part of the story). Anyway, count me in.

Though some people might not know what's "different" about this particular island if they haven't seen it.

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The first thing Koran sees when he wakes up is a large piece of metal. He sits up sharply; his vision is blurred and the strong sent of salt water makes his head ache. Apparently, the metal overhang above him is the wreckage of what was the plane a few moments before.

He sits up, trying to grasp his surroundings. Trees. Small bushes. Sand. And behind him, the green-blue ocean, like a silk sheet as far as the eye can see.

He gets up slowly to check for more injuries, but seems okay, aside from the ache in his entire body.

Stumbling out of the wreckage of the plane's mid-section, he walks onto the beach. People are running around in blind panic everywhere. Several people are lying on the ground, not moving. One person is lying on the ground in front of him, in pain, but apparently alive. He extends a hand to the stranger.

"Are you okay?", he asks, trying to sound as calm as possible. He forces a smirk and adds, "That must have been quite a landing".

[Drace]

This island is "different". It's not going to be completly like Lost, we're going to have our own "different" stuff.

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Trevor grabs the hand and get's pulled up. "My knee. It hurts real badly," he says. Trevor looks around him and sees one of the planes motor. It's still on. "That thing. If someone comes near he gets sucked in. And when that happens it will explode." Koran raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah, sorry. Trevor is the name. I'm design planes like these."

[Dragonium]

Ah, okay.

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Koran nods and walks away to look at some more of the people. "You design planes, uh?", he mumbles in Trevor's direction. His voice is rugged and sarcastic. "Well, I sure hope you didn't design that one", he chuckles.

He turns around to look the other way across the beach, which seems oddly empty. He appears to think hard for a moment, then look up at the sky. He puts a hand in the air and points his index finger forwards, then walks back to where the trees begin. Finally he speaks.

"If this island is as big as I think it is", he says thoughtfully, "And we were going that way" - he gestures to his pointed finger - "Then the plane would break up like this, and...". He walks forwards again, returning his hand to the pocket of his baggy jeans. "Then if the rear of the plane broke off, it'd land somewhere in middle of the island. And the cockpit... Not a clue".

He shakes his head solemnly, and notices Trevor's expression. Before he can ask any questions, Koran walks silently over to the wreckage, where more panicked civilians are dashing about, trying to extricate any more survivors from the plane.

[Drace]

Trevor looks around him and sees a man under some wreckage. He runs up to him and crouches. "The wreckage, I can't get it off my leg," the man says. Trevor tries to lift up the wreckage but fails. When he tries again it suddenly works, but because another man helps him. Trevor looks at the man, he's bald and has a cut on his face. "Come on. Let's pull him away," he says. Trevor and the bald man pull the guy from under the wreckage away and let it fall on the ground. "Thanks," Trevor says. "No problem." "So, do you have a name?" "Locke, Jon Locke." (I know, I know. Rip-off. Well this is the best character!)

[Sqoad]

Sounds interesting ^^ I would love to join!
Hope I get it right then...
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A man comes running out of the wood. He is bleeding in his face and he appears to have a damaged arm. He had brown short-hair and was wearing black trousers and a white shirt with a name tag on it with the name "Carl". He shouts for help and then falls to the ground crying loudely. Locke points and runs towards to the man.

[Dragonium]

Koran runs alongside Locke towards the stranger. The older man seems to be running strangely, as though he is not used to running. Koran shakes his head, dismissing the thought, and trying to focus on the man ahead.

Locke bends down and tries to help the man up, and Koran tries to support his arm. He checks the tag on the man's shirt as he does so. "Carl", he mutters. "Well, Carl, welcome to... Wherever the hell we are". He waits till Carl is fine on his feet, then walks to the edge of the sea and sits down.

[Drace]

Trevor helps the wounded man away from the wreckage. Locke walks back to Trevor and the man. "We need a doctor!" he shouts. "I know, I kno.... My god!" Trevor sees a man walking in front of the motor and points it out to Locke. Locke makes a hand sign that the man needs to go away from there. The man stops and then it happens. He gets sucked into the motor. Locke, Trevor, Koran and everyone else within a 15 meter radius gets blasted back by the explosion. Trevor gets on his feet as soon as possible and looks around him. He sees some people slowly coming back on their feet. He allways sees a woman, lying still on the ground. He runs up to her. "Ma'am. Ma'am. Are you allright?" He notices that she's still breathing and helps her to sit.

[Kinslayer]

I shall join!!!
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A young man wakes up, with blood all over his face. He's got a cut in his face, covering with blood his brown eyes. This young man has short black hair, and his skin colour is white. He walks confused and dizzy, watching how all the people run desperate, and scream. He can't move right, so he lies in the floor, nodding his head, and touching his face, feeling the blood. He is deeply wounded in his stomach, and he begins to black out. Suddenly, a man comes out of nowhere. The man screams "Boy, are you alright?!" The young man can't understand a thing. He watches the worried man and says: "¿Habla español, señor? (Do you speak spanish, sir?)" The man seems to be surprised, the boy only speaks in spanish. The man takes him to someone who seems to be a medic: "Jack, help him, I can't understand anything!" This "Jack" Watches the wound and asks for someone who can speak spanish. A latin- like lady comes and translates the few words that this young man says. "He says that his name is Sebastián, and is from Argentina (note: c'mon, it's to give it some sugar!)". Jack desperatly covers the wound and says: "You'll be fine... tell him, he will be fine, the wound is deep, but it didn't do any internal damage. He will just stop bleeding after a few minutes. Give him lots of water". Then, Jack leaves.
Sebastián watches the bodies around him, the plane burning out. And the lady speakes to him, calming him down. Sebastián thinks "mala suerte que no sé inglés (bad thing I don't know how to speak english), ahora me voy a arrepentir (Now I'll regret it)..."

[Drace]

People are starting to gather. Locke walks up to Trevor. "Do you know how many where on the plane?" "No. But I bet the pilot does." "I've been searching and asking people but none is the pilot." "The pilot didn't crash here. The front broke of like the back part. It's somewhere on this island." "Then we need to find it!" "Our first concerns are the wounded. We need find a doctor. Help will come soon. Planes are allways searched for if they don't come within an hour later then it should." "Ok. I'll go find a doctor." He walks off to the gathering people.

[Sqoad]

Carl stands up shaking. "I can help some of the wounded... I had some training when I visited a friend..." He said with a low voice that made it clear the he was about to cry. Carl walks to Trevor and looks around. "I'm not very good though... There better be any better than me" Carl said with a nervous voice. Trevor looks at him and says. "Any help will do. Just hurry up!" Carl walks to a nearby person and looks at the wounds. "If we are to search the island we'll need to form a group... My daughter is out there somewhere, If she is still alive..." Carl said now clearly crying and continued. "She's only 11!". "Don't worry. There gotta be more surivivors" Trevor said with a calm voice.

[Dragonium]

"Yeah", interrupts Koran suddenly, walking into the gathering of people. "And maybe we can trade them some pretty coloured beads for a way out of here. That is, if they don't decide to put us on a stove and dance around it with spears".

He ignores people's confused looks and carries on.

"Look, let me explain".

He puts his hands together and moves them through the air, slowly and gently. Then he suddenly pulls his hands apart and swings them down through the air.

"Good enough example for you? Look, what I mean is, we just crash suddenly, out of the blue. We already know that the other parts of the plane landed pretty damned much everywhere. So how are people going to find us? Throw darts at an Atlas, I suppose. Let me tell you--".

Locke stands up and interrupts him before he gets carried away. "If there were any big tribes here, we'd know by now", calls the older man, "Landing a plane in three separate pieces makes one hell of a noise, I'd think they'd know. No, we're not getting off this island so easily".

Koran sits down, though not without muttering something about "gramps".

[Drace]

"Look. Every plane has it's own route. If they search that route they'll find us. We'll just have to stay here for a day or 2."

[dragoninja]

I'm gonna join in aswell, I like these kinds of games ^^ I play 'em almost all the time :p
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A man with long dark brown hair wakes up with a felling of that he's taking a shower, when he opens his eyes he sees that he has been showered by waves for what seemes to have been hours.
 - where am I? the man says as he sits up. he notices his pilot cap lying on the sand beside him, along with his name tag that reads:
"Name: Ryusei Shinbou
  Main pilot"
 - Where is the second pilot? he said to himself puting his cap and tag on.
 - I must have been thrown out of the front window head-first due the impact... It's a miracle I'm still alive if so.
He gets up and standing suprisingly easy and sees that he is not hurt at all.
 - Better start looking for whats left of the plane then...
As he begins to walk he tumbles on something soft, he looks around and sees a "First Aid Kit", it seemed large enought to contain bandage for 30 people.
 - Well, I do have some basic skills in medical treating... Let's hope these'll get to good use. He starts walking for a while

After a while he hears a strange rumble, He hurries to look what it is, to his great suprise he sees whats left of the planes front part
 - I see, the plane must have been splited to pieces, well, there has got to be atlast 2 parts of the plane, but judging for the crash site I think there are more pieces... Wait! just by the cock pit there should be life boats!
He hurries of to the remains and climbs up to the cockpit. to his disapointment they've all been wither ruined by the impact of been flunged away nor was there any survivours closeby. he sits down on the pilots seat with a deep sigh, and falls asleep

[Sqoad]

After a while when Carl had helped a few wounded he began to talk.
"We might aswell be looking around for more surivivors. I am very sure that there are some out there... If anyone wishes to join then follow me now..." Noone moved. Some people looked at Carl as if he was insane, But Trevor, Locke and Koran marrely shrugged. Carl mumbled for himself and began walking to the forest.
"I came from one of the other parts... However I can't remember which... If anyone here wishes to join, Join me now!" Carl was almost in the wood when Trevor shouted. "Are you sure of what you are doing?!".
"Very" Carl answered as his voice lowered. Carl dissapaired in the wood mumbeling. Koran was sure Carl was cursing. Locke followed Carl with his eyes and said.
"He seems to know what he is doing... Sadly noone seems to agree with his idea of searching"
Carl was now out of sight...