Shipwreck Day 1

One of the first things Tony does is dig a hole to keep the booze in. There's no refridgeration on the beach but the hole in sand will be much cooler than it would be above, esposed to the sun. When he's done, he helps out a little in constructing the shelters, but for the most part he keeps his distance.

He seeks out his half-cousin, Johnny and shoots the breeze with him. They follow the bartender with their eyes as he walks off into the wood.

"If this was a scary movie," Tony says; "There'd be no way he's coming back."

Another chance to con someone... how great. Reg was pleased to accept a gig on a new millionaire's boat. He would try to start selling meth to him or with his additional support. He and his band arrived on the ship and he had to large roll on bags, his meth and meth lab materials. So for hours they played and Reg planned how he would approach Rick to give him his proposition. Then an announcement was ade the storm was coming, he was nervous to to his fear of storms, but moved in the ship. So time progressed, and when the ship hit the reef, he and his men freaked out. They boarded the boats with both bags of meth materials and arrived on the island. So while the others were talking he watched looking for who he may trust. He wasdeciding on when he could rturn to the ship to find vauables to steal. So quietly he watches and continues to listen.....

Slowly putting his hand on the gun concealed in his suit. Brandon turns toward the noise. Ready to pull out his gun and pop a few rounds into whatever it is.

The bushes rustle again but nothing comes out.

Yelling towards the bush, hand still posed on his hidden gun "I know your there come out now!"

Then he jumps as he hears a squeel and whatever it is runs off, feet padding heavily on the trail and crashing through foilage in the distance.

Shaking his head in wonder. He moves closer to the bush and bends down to look at tracks, and what they might revel.

Exhausted, James reaches the shore. He had to use the tabletop like driftwood while his legs to propelled himself towards the island when the paddling was way to slow and awkward. Rolling off the on to the sand and getting to his feet he is thankful to have solid ground under his feet even though every step was like walking on fire.

Looking around he noticed a few shelters built up and people milling about. To one side was his prick of a cousin guarding a mound of sand with another, staring off into the forest. In one of the other shelters were two of the dancers. They were both dressed in normal clothes now, One with blonde hair and the second with dark hair. Thinking to himself an extra set of clothes well that is another advantage of being a dancer. He was not sure if the dark haired one was the one he talked with the other night but, considering the other option was going near his asshole family member, he did not see Rick in sight and decided to take his chances. Approaching the shelter he realizes how silly he must look soaked to the bone hopping back and forth on each foot.

The two dancers turn around at his arrival giving him questionable looks. "You guys looked really bored and more friendly than most, so I figured i could catch my breath here. I got music and games in my backpack." Peeling the backpack off and unzipping it, removing an mp3 player and a tablet and handing them to the girls. Thinking to himself once again while glancing as the dark haired dancer was it her? If it was did she remember him? "May I sit with you guys?" James asks finally

He's no expert in tracking, but whatever it was Brandon is certain that it wasn't human; the squeel alone told him as much. Aside from one small hoofed print, the trail is marked more by bent stems snapped twigs than anything else. At least they wouldn't starve out here.




The Beach

After a discussion at length the men at the shore turn to the rest of the group. One of the crewmen, Leon, addresses them.

"We don't know how long we'll be out here," he says. "Hopefully we'll be rescued soon. But in the meantime we need to get back out to that yacht and salvage what supplies we can. We need a few volunteers, preferably some decent swimmers."

So as they ask for swimmers, Reg figures what a better time to get the loot, so he raises his hand...

(OOC I haven't written yet because I am just joining the game so I am going to start at the beginning )

When Jason first got the call that his friend Rick won the lottery he thought he was joking. It took a little persuading but he finally believed Rick. After Rick invited him to the party on his new yacht he said yes, Who wouldn't party on a yacht with exotic dancers and lots, and lots of alcohol?
When he arrived at the yacht he went straight to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka. Then another and some more. By the time they set sail he was already shit faced drunk. He was so drunk that he didn't even notice Rick give his speech or the girls grinding on the poles or the one that took her top off.

It only took a couple more shots when he decided maybe he should stop. He didn't. Only ten minutes later the rock him off his feet. when he hit the deck he decided that he would just lay there and sleep.


When Jason first got the call that his friend Rick won the lottery he thought he was joking. It took a little persuading but he finally believed Rick. After Rick invited him to the party on his new yacht he said yes, Who wouldn't party on a yacht with exotic dancers and lots, and lots of alcohol?
When he arrived at the yacht he went straight to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka. Then another and some more. By the time they set sail he was already shit faced drunk. He was so drunk that he didn't even notice Rick give his speech or the girls grinding on the poles or the one that took her top off.

It only took a couple more shots when he decided maybe he should stop. He didn't. Only ten minutes later the rock him off his feet. when he hit the deck he decided that he would just lay there and sleep.

He awoke when rain started to fall onto him. He looked around and started to panic when he saw there was nobody around. He got up quickly, to quickly. So he sat back down on a bar stool. He looked around as the rain sobered him up enough to notice the light inside the yacht. There partying without! he thought while getting up. Then remembering he was at an open bar he looked for his favorite drink. When he saw a bottle labeled Vodka still almost full he grabbed it and took a swig thanking god he hadn't drank it all before he passed out. He then stumbled into the yachts indoor area. He sat down on the couch and looked down at the bottle in his hand. This was a gift from god he thought as he decide to save it. Instead he thought maybe if he could get sober enough to stand and talk then maybe he could hook up so he started drinking a lot of water. He was still drunk when the ship was hit by lightning.

"oh shit oh shit oh shit" he said as everything went dark still fairly drunk and never liking the dark to begin with he started to freak out again. It didn't take long before he started to take deep breaths to calm down. When the captain told everyone to get on the raft he didn't hesitate. I can't wait to get off this damn ship he thought to himself. Not an hour later he has helping building shelters on an uninhabited island somewhere in the middle of the ocean.

When the captain mentioned a trip back to the ship Jason remembered his gift. He had left it in his hurry to get off the ship. "Ill go" he said probably his first words people heard him say besides vodka and other 'to drunk to speak' words.

Brandon secure in the knowledge they won't die of thirst or hunger soon. Starts to follow his trail back to camp to report to the captain.

(as a reminder, one sentence posts are frowned upon)

Jason and Reggie climb into the raft with four others (two party goers and two crewmen, Leon leading the way) and they make their way toward the yacht, stuck on a reef in the distance.




Back on the beach it seems that many of the castaways are eating away at the supplies nervously.

"We have to make this last," Captain Ron is telling them. "We don't know how long we're going to be out here and we cant just tear through our supplies the first couple days."

"They're going back out to the yacht now. They'll find more," a young lady says.

Ron throws his hands up in the air in disgust and walks away, finding continued argument to be pointless.

Among the survivors, Rick sits in the shade of a palm tree away from everyone else; withdrawn. He stares blankly at the sand beneath him. Things had been going so well up until this point. And now it's gone to shit.



Brandon returns to the beach from the woods.




"Alrigtht," Leon says when the raft reaches the yacht. "Two men will stay on the raft and the rest of us will get what we can. Grab canned goods, rope, water... Anything that can help us, but nothing sharp. We need the raft to stay afloat."

The yacht is partially under water and standing at a thirty degree upward angle, the reef penetrating its hull. The deck is mostly above the waterline, but the cab is almost entirely submerged. To gather items from within, some swimming will be involved.



[OOC: For those of you searching the yacht, grab whatever you can come up with. That's right, make something up. As long as it sounds viable, I'll allow it. For those of you on the beach. Either keep chilling on the beach or come up with something for your character to do.]

After Leon was done addressing everyone Jason headed off to the inside of the ship. Finding his vodka were he left it he opened it and took a swig. Better savorer it while it last, no telling how long we will be on this damn island. Thinking this he closes the bottle and resumes his search for food and drinks.

Felicia sighed as everyone went off into a hustle and bustle. Sarah left her to go wandering the island, and she sits alone. Fe then notices that Rick is nowhere to be found, of all the people that should be accounted for, it should be him. She decides to go and find him, so she searches high and low walking past various groups of people. She then spots a man sitting alone in the distance, she knows its Rick from his attire. Fe walks toward him tentatively and smiles as she approaches. "Rick... Are you, okay?" she asks as she sits across from him. Her eyes are filled with worry for him, here he had planned a big party and now it all fails right in front of him. She felt bad for the guy, and hopes she can cheer him up.

As James stands over the two girls after asking if he can sit with them, arms still outstretched with the mp3 player and tablet...they seem to be totally ignoring him. Shrugging his shoulders he puts the tech back in his backpack, zips it and and straps it back on. "This is why I prefer technology over people." James mumbles to himself. He turns around to see if anyone else has made it to land or what else may be going on. Some of the rafts are heading back out to the wreckage for extra supplies most likely. Not sad he missed that trip being his legs were still burning and not wanting to return to the water any time soon. James walks past the girls shelter and makes his way to the forest to get some shade, dry his clothes in the sun and rest his legs. He finds fallen tree next to a sturdy one pulls off his backpack and tosses it on the ground. "Who would have thought I would have had to go swimming in jeans today what horrible luck." James says to himself laughing. At least they were half dry now after standing in out in the sun for a while. Sitting down with his back against the fallen tree he looks around the forest before him, closing his eyes listening to the sounds the unexpected wilderness.

The survivors seemed to be wandering around aimlessly after the shelters were built. And then all of a sudden they announced that some were going back to the yacht for more suppllies.

"Grab some more booze!" Tony called after them. A few people looked at him when he said that, but he couldn't tell what their looks meant. He'd never been good at reading people.

He took in a deep breath and withdrew into himself as he so often did. He'd never been able to fit in, not in his entire life. He was socially awkward and kind of a dick, he reacted backwards to events and never quite grasped the concept of emotions. All he knew was that he was alone. Always alone.

He walked off, away from the crowd; wandering away from their staring eyes and cold shoulders. Tony's sandals left prints behind him as he continued along the beach, rounding a bend and stepping over a fallen tree.

Eddie had just gotten out of prison 2 weeks ago. He told his father, Ron Carson, that he was legitimately trying to get his life back together. He wasn't sure how true that statement was though. Of course he didn't want to go back to jail but staying up all night getting drunk and doing a wide arrangement of narcotics was just way to much fun to turn your back on that quickly. If it hadn't been for the jail time there wouldn't have been a doubt in Eddies mind of what he wanted to do but 3 years in a maximum security prison can change you.

That was all in the past now though. Today his dad gave him a job working on his boat. apparently some guy won the lottery and thought he was a big shot so he had hired Eddies dad to drive his yacht. Eddie wasn't a big fan of boats despite his dad being a captain but the gig payed well and maybe the time out away from everything would do Eddie some good. No gang's, No insane Russian telling you that if you don't shoot the guy that robbed you that he'll "rip your fucking balls off!", and no drugs... well almost no drugs, just some strippers booze and the open sea whats the worst that could happen?

The worst that could happen is the ship running into a storm then into a reef and everyone having to escape onto a deserted island. now he was searching the broken down ship not finding much besides some food, water, and booze, but more importantly he found some medical supplies. He moved on to his room and grabbed his duffel bag full of his clothes and a little surprise that could come in handy. old habits die hard. next he went from bedroom to bedroom grabbing peoples personal things and putting them all in separate bags so there things wouldn't get mixed up. He had to make several trips but figured the people on shore would be grateful to have some personal belongings.

After getting a couple other things including sleeping bags and some rope he walked back out onto the deck. putting his supplies into the raft, making sure to keep his duffel back close to hand, he sat down and waited for the others to get done searching the yacht.

[edit: my apologies, I apparently have my days confused and posted this one day early.]



The men in the yacht search through the partially submerged cab, one man searches the outside; collecting what supplies they can for surviving on the beach. A particularly large wave rolls in and rocks the yacht, resulting in a loud audible crack coming from the reef.. The yacht shifts slightly and for a moment everything is frighteningly still.

Eddie, Reg, and Jason are still within when the yacht shifts a second time, briefly again but this time more violently.




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As Rick sits in the shade of a tree contemplating the cruel irony of his situation, one of the strippers sits down accross from him. "Rick," she says; "Are you okay?"

"No," he says. "No, I'm not fucking okay. Look around us. What could possibly be okay about any of this?"





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Brandon seeks out Captain Ron. "Captin." Brandon says calmly. " I found a stream that appeared to be fresh water about an hour away. Also there appears to be an animal on this island."

"You found fresh water?" Ron asks. "That's fantastic. Nice job."

When Brandon tells him about the animal Ron laughs a bit. "I'm willing to bet there's more than just one, sir. But thanks all the same."

Smiling Bradon responds, "Yes you are most likely right captain," then his expression darkens, "If there is prey there is bound to be a predator."

(OOC: this was rolke played via private message with Cool, but he hasn't yet updated, so I figured I'd post it for him.)


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As James sits and stares at the forest, Rick's half brother Johnny sits down beside him. "Here," he says; holding a beer out for him. "How you holdin' up, dude?"

When his cousin responds, Johnny asks another question; "Can you get a signal with your phone?"

(OOC: The answer is no, by the way)



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The sound of the waves crashing over the sand calms Tony somewhat. The wind blows through his hair, spreading goose bumps along his body. Out of the corner of his eye he catches movement from within the woods.

Fe looks at how distressed Rick is and figures him to be one of the people who will start freaking out first when things go to shit. Not that they hadn't already, but it could be far worse than it was right now. Just took someone who had seen the worst of every situation to point out the best in this one, right?

"Look Rick, it could be far worse. We could have no supplies, someone could've been killed... I mean we're on a tropical island, it sucks that we're stuck here but might as well enjoy it for the time being. You won the lottery, dummy. Perk up." she said with a smile on her face as she reached over and smacked his shoulder lightly and playfully. She reached into her bag and grabbed a cigarette from it, then her lucky lighter. Fe placed the cig between her lips, then lit up and looked at Rick as she blew the smoke in a different direction. "Want one? Calms the nerves in a situation like this." she winked at him.

While everyone else has been busy, Chryssa has been spending her time in the shade recuperating from her injuries. She's tried a few times to be of help, mainly out of a desperate need to do something, but her beat-up appearance has caused most to rebuff her offers and suggest she rest. She's contemplated seeking out Rick more than once, but now that she is sober (and hungover) and out of danger, her pride again keeps her from following through. Instead, she begins to roam away from the others in favor of solitude, keeping to the beach for fear of what may lie further within. After all, she isn't quite that stupid.

"Captin." Brandon says calmly. " I found a stream that appeared to be fresh water about an hour away. Also there appears to be an animal on this island."

"You found fresh water?" Ron asks. "That's fantastic. Nice job."

When Brandon tells him about the animal Ron laughs a bit. "I'm willing to bet there's more than just one, sir. But thanks all the same."

Smiling Braden responds, "Yes you are most likely right captain," then his expression darkens, "If there is prey there is bound to be a predator."

Ending on that darker bit Brandon goes to the edge of the tree line and rest in the shade tried from his long walk.

Seeing something move from tree line, Tony gets up and moves cautiously toward the trees. Hopefully nobody saw him having his breakdown. They'd mock him for sure and he'd never hear the end of it.

"Hello?" he calls out.

On the beach

Rick accepts the cigarette from the stripper and forces a smile. "Thank you," he says. "What's your name again?" He nods when she responds.

"There's probably nothing to worry about, really. We'll get rescued soon enough, I'm sure." He takes a long hit from the cigarette and lets it out, absolutely no smoke coming form his mouth. He turns the smoke around and looks at the tip letting out a laugh. "You wouldn't have a light on you would you, darling?"







Along the beach Chryssa walks, the wet sand pulled out from under her with the tide. Her head is still a little woozy and her stomach still a little upset. Someone walks up to her, she doesn't see who it is at first; taking note only of the shadow that comes up behind her.

"How are you feelin' love?" asks the voice from behind her, it's a deep voice with a strong Liverpool brit accent. "It's best not to go alone out here," he says. She turns to see a man with dark skin and short braided hair.






Brandon, on his walk to the shade near the tree line trips over something in the sand; his shoe catching on something that sends him stumbling forward and nearly face first to the ground if not for him catching himself.



Elsewhere on the island

Tony, moving towards the trees calls out; "Hello?"

At the sound of his voice, the figure moves from behind a tree and darts into the depths of the tropical wood. It was clearly a man.






Out at sea

Despite the cracking of the reef outside, Reggie, Eddie, and Jason continue to explore the interior of the cab. They have filled canvas bags and garbage bags with things from the cupboards and refridgerator, one of them had the fortitude to grab some pots and pans to cook with, and even a tea pot. They did their best to keep the dry things dry and seperate from the wet stuff; but it proved a futile task with the water level inside the cab rising.

Leon wades in from above deck. His thick muscled form having to step sideways through the open doorway. The interior is tilted slightly to the left, making his footing a bit precarious but not overly so. "Guys," he says to them; "We need to get out of here before this reef cracks for good. Come on, we grabbed what we could grab and now we need to leave. Let's move!"

As if on cue, the coral outside lets out an aching groan and a loud crack can be heard. Their footing starts to go out from under them and the boat takes a hard jerk further leftward, rolling further to the side so that the water is rushing in even faster.

"This baby's going down soon," Leon says to them. "Let's go." He turns and moves toward the door, the coral outside cracking and groaning more with each passing moment.

Instinctively, Tony gives chase. He's never been the fastest guy on the field, but he was usually able to keep up.

Though he initially thought he saw where the guy went, as soon as he passed the first few trees he realized that he'd lost him. He looked around for a sign of the figure when he started coming to his senses and seeing how stupid he was being. Rushing headlong into the unknown like this is how people get killed in scary movies.

Shaking his head he jogged back out onto the beach and headed back to the other survivors. There' something weird going on out on this island, he needed to talk things over with the others and formulate a plan.

After Leon leaves the doorway Eddie rushes out after him not wanting to stay o the ship any longer than he has to. " Great, my first month out of jail and I'm stranded on an island, on a boat thats about to crash into the ocean... I've got the worst luck ever. When he makes it back to the raft he sits down and sits down his bag.

Fe watches as Rick's mood changes, she is usually good at doing that. She is glad she can help him out, and help him to be put into a more positive outlook. "Felicia, but Fe or Fefe for short." she shrugs as he thanks her. Fe takes another long drag and lets out the smoke as RAick talks about getting rescued soon enough. "That's the spirit, hey, and you're still rich!" she giggles and winks over at him, then blushes as she realizes she forgot to hand him the lighter. "But of course!" she rolls her 'r' as she passes him her lucky lighter. It was a zippo with a pin-up girl, well, not just any pin-up girl, the pin-up girl. Bettie Page. She watches him light up, and leans back to aim her smoke toward the sky.

"So, what did you do before all of this?" Fe then proceeded to itch her scalp, the wig was getting annoying, but she knew her natural hair underneath would be worse. She took a glance at her skin, it was beginning to redden, the warning signs for sunburn. She opens her bag and pulls out the sunscreen she packed, and begins lathering it up on her arm as Rick talks to her. She was beginning to like Rick, in spite of the fact that he won a bunch of money, he seems much like any other normal dude. Which is a good change from all the assholes she was used to.

"Bad luck, as always," Westfield murmurs to himself. "It really is in the family." He thinks of how the hell he ended up here, wondering why no one else survived- though this was not the case, he found this thought only logical, seeing as to no one else was around in these parts. He had been in luck for even ending up on the island, even though bad luck ran in his family. He had been unconscious for the most part of drifting unto the island. That's what the booze did to him. Since he was not going to strip thanks to the mix-up his boss had the responsibility for, he ended up drinking with the lads. Not that he cared, it was fun for the most part though he had felt ashamed. He already had his doubts when he met Rick Hetley on shore... Thinking about it now, he should have left the instant he felt something was off.

When he opened his eyes upon awakening, he instantly closed them again. Every speck of light hurt his eyes and more importantly- his head. After about half an hour, he finally decided to get up. Dizziness forced him to sit down. Ah well, that was in any case better than laying on his belly, the sand, hot from the sun that shone upon it, almost scorching it. "I'll get you for this, Asche..." Asche was his boss and if he could he would have cursed her to death. Indeed, his boss was female, though she did not act it. He finally managed to get up and look around. He was completely hungover so moving too much was not a very good idea. He knew this out of plenty of experience. He noticed wearing clothes he had never seen before. He tried to remember, but his memory was hazy. Finally, some memories came back to him. He remembered the words of the millionaire; "Here, wear this. It's not much, but I bet it's better than what you're wearing right now. That outfit of yours can't possibly be comfortable." Yes... he had been quite right and James was very glad he was wearing this right now. A shirt that was slightly over sized with normal jeans was in any case better than a fake leather police officer's uniform. In the right pocket of the shirt he had put his pack of cigarettes. This thought had left him wondering if it was still there. He felt across his chest and... Yes! Yes, yes, yes. A miracle had occurred! For an addict like him, nothing better could have happened. But a lighter... Where did he put that? He pulled out the cigarettes and searched his pants for a lighter, which he found, but after trying to get some fire out of it, nothing happened. He had kind of expected this, though. He put the lighter in the box of cigarettes and shoved it back in his pocket. He got annoyed by his annoyingly long blond hair and tore a strip from his blouse, which he used as a ribbon. He put it in his hair nice and tight.

After three hours of sulking, he felt okay enough to go and try to explore the island. When he was younger, he had always hoped to go on an adventure like this, but right now he just wanted to go back home, like any normal person would. "Ahh, damn it..." He took off the one shoe he had still been wearing. The other had probably vanished somewhere in the ocean. He stared into the woods, which for some reason, frightened him. It wasn't as if he always listened to his intuition though, so he went straight in. It would probably be best if he looked for something to eat. He really needed to eat something if he didn't want to faint within the hour. James had a terrible metabolism, though others envied it. He could eat nothing but pies for weeks and gain no weight at all. This also meant he was hungry all the time. And when I say all the time, I mean ALL THE TIME. Even when hungover, a man (like James) gotta eat.

And that was how he ended up in the middle of the forest, with no idea where to go. The good part is that he has found some nuts to eat. When something rustles in the bushes, he takes a run for it, frightened by something he has thought up in his mind. When he was little, he used to read all kinds of horror stories he was not supposed to read at his age and this destroyed the way he saw the world. Those books are 18+ for a reason, and right now, he knows this like no other. He runs like mad, tripping over the roots of trees that decided they like it better above ground but the greatest obstacle he trips over is his own right foot. He tumbles over, rolling off a hill at a tremendous speed.

OOC: Just make it so that he ends up where one/some of you is/are. i'd love some interaction. Also, I hope this works. Since I have no idea what time it is, I left that part a bit 'open' if you know what I mean... If there's anything that doesn't make sense or something, just tell me and I'll edit it. I couldn't wait for a reply when I asked how much time has passed... I can be so impatient, god.

Brandon laying sprawled on the sand flips over and looks at the heavens. Sightly he curses god or whoever wrote the play for the tragedy that is his life. Just when things had been looking up it goes to hell in a hand basket and for some reason that trip was the last straw.

Then after a few more minutes of being sorry for himself he got up and went to go see what in hells name tripped him in the first place.