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Re: Stranded...

Postby Reed R Gale on Sun Aug 19, 2012 12:14 am

Aim follows Os back into the shelter and joins in consuming the green fruit. Watching the others as he went.

Well, we have food, and a tentative shelter... now we can focus on: WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE. thought Aim as he munched away. There were so many unanswered questions.

Had they been set up?
Why was the island growing?
Why did the plane fail when it did (which related to the first question)?
Who had placed this shelter?
Why did the animals here evolve the way they did?

...

...How were they going to escape alive?
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Oseirus on Sun Aug 19, 2012 1:05 pm

Even if he hadn't been near starved for two days now, Os would have found the strange green fruits to be delicious. They were massive, juicy, and best of all, not poisonous. He'd started with small bites, but as he continued to not die they rapidly progressed into tearing massive chunks from each fruit in his share, devouring them with barely a second for chewing.

Although they'd collected more than enough fruits for everyone to get a decent meal in, he was careful to set aside a small pile in case the island decided to shift again and the plants weren't there in the morning.

Quietly he sat to himself, munching away and watching the sun dip towards the horizon through a small hole in the wall. He didn't know it, but he was sharing the same concerns and questions as Aim. He couldn't shake the feeling in the pit of his stomach that they were all here deliberately. He just wished he knew why. Especially why HE was there. It made sense that he would come along to keep an eye on the airplane, but he couldn't comprehend any reason why "they" would want to keep him here. He wasn't a criminal, he had no spectacular skills... he wasn't anybody, really.

He was just Os.

Gulping down his last bite of waffle, Os propped himself in a corner of the hut and scanned around at the rest of the group. Some had finished their meals, others still ate them slowly and cautiously, as if expecting to drop dead at any moment. For now the numbing effect from the nectar on his arm was holding, although he was still stiff, and the impromptu bandages would need changing soon.

I should probably try to sleep, he thought to himself. He'd had a horrible time trying to sleep over the din and fear of the wasps from the night before, and didn't expect tonight to be much better. Rest now, panic later seemed like a great motto.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he was out.
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Thegunner18 on Sun Aug 19, 2012 7:40 pm

If he was being perfectly honest with himself, Davin figured that he really should have been acting with more concern than he was at the moment. He wasn't being ignorant to the situation or anything like that - that'd just get him killed quicker than he could blink - but it was as if none of this mattered to him too much. Being in a desperate situation in a completely hostile environment didn't strike itself as something to be afraid of. Maybe it was because he was used to being alone. He was used to living a life where death was part of his average day. Anyway, it didnt' matter. This was all about survival. If that meant killing the others then...so be it. He was a nice guy, but Davin knew when it was time to be realistic.

The young fox glanced over at the lake where Os and Aim were testing out the different fruits on the fish as he leaned, legs crossed, against the outer side of the stone shelter's wall next to the door. The nectar had worked wonders on the wound in his left thigh. Sure, there was still a hole there, but there was absolutely no pain whatsoever. Now it was simpy a matter of seeing which fruits this island offered that wouldn't kill you. Thankfully, Os and Aim seemed to have that under contol, so, content with what was happening, Davin decided to step back into the shack and slump carelessly against the stone.

After a while, the fruit savvy pair of Os and Aim came through the door bearing some pretty damn good looking food. Then again, any food would probably look good to Davin at the moment. Once he started to actually eat the stuff, it became even better, although he managed to restrict himself to eating it slowly in the case of any unwanted side-effects. He made a mental note to thank Aim and Os later...if they didn't die.

It looked like he was the last to finish eating, and he noticed that quite a few people had gone to sleep. Davin himself didn't feel like sleeping at all. He wanted to explore the island...see what secrets it held. Despite the obvious danger, it just felt natural for him to want to get away from a group of people...

For now, though, he simply sat staring blankly into the wall opposite him, eyes glowing slightly in the mild darkness. He'd go to sleep when his body told him.
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Terminal on Mon Aug 20, 2012 9:58 pm

Cyprus just kind of wathced all the goings on in a daze, He didn't notice much of what was going on but he knew that they had tossed the food into the pond with the fish. After a couple more tries they finally found a fruit that was edible to the fish, so it was off to keeper testing. They all ended up digging into the green fruit, which he must admit, was delicious. He felt numb to the whole occasion for some strange reason, but he wanted to explore the island.

He stood up and walked to the doorway, looking out at the beach. Sighing he sat down right outside the shack. looking out at the water and land around him. They had food and shelter...but they needed more of a defense.

"well...lets hope things her get better."
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Clast on Mon Aug 27, 2012 3:47 pm

Clegg slipped in and out of reality, sleep and awake, sitting and standing. He looked out the doorway of the small shack, feeling the light slowly die, as the sun neared the horizon. He spent hours there, shuffling, groaning, and staring blankly into the sky and the sand, disconnected with the normal world. He felt pain, and then bliss, a cold numbing sensation that spread from his wounds and crawled across his tortured skin, like bolts of frigid lightning.

At some point in time, he could tell others were moving about, calling out and shouting in excitement. He attempted to follow them, to try and discover what it was the had found, but to no avail. His drug-wracked body was beyond his control, and he could do little more than lurk in the shadows, and mewl softly to himself. He did not feel pain anymore.

Hours passed, and the shadows stretched across the ground. A long while ago, he had curled into a small ball after pulling himself arm over arm outside the hut, where he eventually awoke, plastered in sand and sweat cooling pleasantly across his brow. Climbing to shaking feet, Clegg stumbled to to the left, and leaned against the cold stones for support. His head swam, but was rapidly clearing. His body felt refreshed and new.

Clegg groaned, stretched his legs, and began to pace, warm blood flowing through his veins, rejuvenating his senses and clearing his muddled thoughts. After ensuring that he was well, and clearing away the blood-soaked bandages from his heavily-scabbed wounds, he returned to the doorway. He quickly buried the soiled wrappings a ways from the entrance, and returned once more to the company of his fellows.

Stepping inside, Clegg was greeted with a joyous sight. The other survivors had found edible foods, and now were happily munching on great, juicy, lovely fruits. He nearly barked with new-found excitement.

"My condolences to the chief! Who ever found these is a master-mind! They deserve a promotion...uh, not that there is one..." Clegg shook his head and left his lame remark hanging in the air. Any other time, it would have bothered him to no end, but now wasn't the time. He joined the others and tore into the bulbous fruit with wild abandon.

After he had eaten for a moment, something came to his mind. He whispered lightly to avoid waking some of the others who had fell asleep. "Do you think the Island is trying to keep us alive? I mean, first the shelter, then the fish, and now this, it seems like this place is shifting to provide for us what we need. We've got a safe place to stay, relatively safe water to drink, and food. Does anyone else get the feeling that this place might be aware of our presence?"
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Devious_Psychopath on Wed Aug 29, 2012 1:54 am

(I lied. I'm posting now.)

Night had fallen again, and once again, the survivors could hear the sound of the giant wasps from the other side of the good and well shut door.

srrrch...
srrrrch...


No doubt, that was the wasps, scratching against the door once again, trying to reach the survivors inside.

grrrrn

That was new.


As was the sound of something walking closer to the door...
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Oseirus on Wed Aug 29, 2012 11:42 am

As predicted, Os was awoken by the sound of the wasps returning. He did his best to try and get back to sleep, but his rest was fitful at best. He had finally managed to drift off into an uncomfortable state of semi-consciousness when he heard the noise.

grrrrrrn

At first, he wasn't sure if he'd really heard it or if it had just been some sort of half-dreamed hallucination. It was almost like steel scraping against steel, but over the din of the wasps it was hard to really make out.

Slowly, the sound got louder. Os sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Is anyone else hearing that?"

He found the nearest crack in the wall and tried to peer through it. A few wasps flitted past his limited view, making him recoil a couple times, but otherwise he couldn't see anything in the darkness.
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Reed R Gale on Wed Aug 29, 2012 2:09 pm

Aim had woken up in better situations. In fact, for the first two nano-seconds he had thought he was back home and everything was a bad dream. He bed was certainly this uncomfortable. But alas, the screeching sound, the sound of wasps attacking outside...

And a screeching sound.

And a sound of footsteps. Aim didn't know about anybody else's ideas, but anyone... anything walking around out there in that myriad of wasps was bad news, smart, well-equipped, dangerous, or a combination of those things.

"Is anyone else hearing that?" Os said. Aim was now fully awake.

"The screeching, t-the wasps, or the f-footsteps?" Aim said. "I don't think th-that anyone w-walking around out there is good news... nor is th-that screeching sound." His eyes were adjusting to the light quickly, he was a cat after all. That's when he saw what Os was doing and said, "I w-wouldn't do that. The s-stingers might b-be able t-to go through th-the cracks, as minute a ch-chance as it may b-be, I'd still avoid p-putting your eye s-so close t-to the openings."

As he spoke, Aim swiveled his ears. Where were those sounds coming from? The footsteps were from outside the door, but the screeching... where was that coming from.

Well if something could walk and was heading for the door, no matter what, they couldn't let it open their shelter up. Quickly, Aim said, "Os, something is walking towards the door and is probably dangerous. Will you help me hold onto it in case is tries to open the door? ...P-Please?" Aim got up from his position opposite the door and grabbed hold of the inside latch pulling backward in case anything tried to pull the door open.

It didn't matter if whatever it was was evil of benign, opening that door meant wasps, and wasps meant death and poison, so no matter what, that door had to stay closed. But... where was that grinding sound and what was it coming from?

((I presume it opens outward considering way back when the wasps were attacking, we were using the door to smack away those mutant buggers.))
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Devious_Psychopath on Thu Aug 30, 2012 1:03 pm

WHAM
The door shook violently. Then was quiet for a few tense seconds.
...
...
...
WHAM

Whatever was outside, was now beating on the door...
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Re: Stranded...

Postby Oseirus on Thu Aug 30, 2012 5:17 pm

It took a solid ten seconds for Os to convince himself of what he had just seen. Even when it finally did click, his brain simply refused to accept that something like this could have possibly been real.

It was a... something. He couldn't really tell what. All he knew was that it walked on four legs, was huge, and looked to be made of nothing but bone, held together by ligaments that didn't quite seem to be physically there.

He also knew it was headed for the door.

The next thing that came out of his mouth was a strained yelp, a cross between keeping himself muffled to not alert the creature to their presence and attempting to spew every single curse word he knew all at the same time.

"ASHMFHGMAGHDAUGHFMMMM" he made wild gestures at the door, meanwhile kicking awake the few people who had somehow managed to actually sleep through all the commotion.

Os did his best to whisper a warning, but "There's something at the door" once again came out as a series of labored and panicked whimpering noises.

Thankfully, they all got the message.

Unfortunately, the message wasn't from Os.

Devious_Psychopath wrote:WHAM
The door shook violently. Then was quiet for a few tense seconds.
...
...
...
WHAM


It was right then that Os finally managed to collect his words.

"OH SWEET TAP DANCING SPIRITS WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE IT'S HUGE AND BONY AND HOLY CRAP**** IN A HAT F*CK SOMEONE KILL IT WITH FIRE THROW A WAFFLE AT IT OR SOMETHING"

Although he was one of the smallest in the group, Os threw himself against the door and held it shut with every ounce of strength he could muster, gesturing for the larger individuals in the group to do the same.
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