Vic Blaze | Male | 19 | Bisexual | Location Unknown | Mentions Kennedy, Caine, and Alexandra

The man told him that he make sure the girl had shade over her. K, I'm on it sir. he said sarcasticly. The dude wasn't making things any better. He may think he is but he's not, just bossing us around till we die. Why did it have to be today?? he thought as he walked over to the injured girl. Then he sat next to her." Hey I didn't get the chance to ask you something, what's your name?" he said with a slight smile as if to make the mood a bit more better than it is now. As he awaited for her responce he gazed at the other girl too. I would ask her what her name was to but he didn't know much spanish.. But its worth a try. "¿como te llamas? " he said stuttering a bit as he tried to remeber the words and what it ment. Hopefully I said that right.. Or else I'd just make a fool out of myself trying to speak spanish.

Naomi Campbell | Female | 17 | Bi-Sexual | Mentions: Anyone That Applies

The sound of waves and the rustling of palm trees slowly began to get louder and louder as Naomi woke up. As she laid on the beach gaining consciousness, the waves lapped at her body, just kissing her chin; luckily, she hasn't drowned yet. Blinking open her blue eyes, Naomi looked forward, blinking at the beach ahead of her. Her sight was blurry, and sand caked her face and clothes as she lay on her stomach, head facing to the west. Parting her lips and muttering, "Wha..?", Naomi clasped at the filthy, soaked journal in her hand, nearly crushing it between her sandy fingers. She slowly picked herself up, in a crawling position, and sat on her knees. The first thing she did was feel for injuries, and by pure luck, she was unscathed. No head injuries or wounds of the such. The last thing Naomi remembers is going down in a plane crash, watching the terrified faces of those around her screaming and writhing in fear.. she didn't remember the impact, or ending up on a beach; alone. Slowly standing up, Naomi straightened her back and brushed off her pants, whilst looking around. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she screamed, "HELLO?!", but heard no reply in return. Sighing, she placed her hand on her forehead and the other hand holding the book on her hip. "Fuck..", she muttered to herself. Her long black hair flowed out behind her, being tossed by the wind. Deciding that standing here and waiting wasn't the best option, Naomi started walking down the beach, looking for any other survivors. So far, there was nothing in sight.

Athena Violet | Female | Bisexual+Heteroromantic | 20 years old
Location: The Beach | Mentions: Linnea, Alexander

Brown eyes flew and landed upon yet another man, who increased her desire for getting a tattoo, maybe even two. Unluckily, her economic situation was not the best as to afford such a thing, despite her incessant complaining. One day, she assured to herself. However it was not the time for distractions, and even less when you may look like a true idiot examining the boy's arms. She raised her hand, letting him know she would be joining him briefly in addition to her words. "I'll go.", she'd announce. She then glanced at Linnea, her expression questioning by itself if she would be joining as well. She seemed to be in the contrary state to alright, and it was pretty obvious that finding something eatable that would provide her at least some energy was a must. "You may need some rest.", she'd mutter. Needles to say, Athena would look, besides for the fire and possibly some shelter, any sort of food, and with such a tropical island, it wouldn't hopefully be too difficult to find at least fruit for the growing group of survivors.

Jaxton Reed || Twenty-one || Male - Bisexual || Mentions: Katherine

Jaxton's heart dropped when he saw the color fading from her face. He needed to act quickly and swiftly, but he wasn't a paramedic, he was a police officer. He noticed she had bled through the bandages he had made and decided he'd have to use the rest of his shirt. He quickly ripped the rest of his shirt in two, wrapping up her wounds tighter. That would have to slow the flow of blood now. He looked back to her when she spoke. She wasn't able to speak much, but she could, which was better than nothing. He didn't want to panic her by screaming, but he didn't see any other options.

"Someone!" He called. "Someone help me, please!" He looked back down to her with a forced smile. "You're going to be alright," he hadn't realized why he had been so worried about a stranger until now.. She reminded him of his sister. Of course there was always that feeling of not wanting someone to die, but it felt different when it was your own family. He wasn't able to protect his sister, but he vowed to himself that he would protect her. He decided to talk to her to keep her conscious till help came. "My name is Jaxton. Jaxton Reed. I'm twenty-one and I'm training to be a police officer." Well, I was. "I never thought I'd be a police officer. In fact, I used to be the kind of teenage punk police would absolutely hate. It also kind of pissed my parents off, but that made it all the more enjoyable." He smiled, the familiar crinkles lining his face. "You're going to be alright, but I'll need to elevate your wounds to help slow the flow of blood to them, if that's alright?" His icy blue gaze seemed warm as he gazed into her glazed eyes.

Ares Violet
Male | 22 years, 3 months | Heterosexual | Ex-Army | Outfit
Location: Beach | Mentions: Athena, the Group

Intense blue eyes opened to the blinding sun, closing and blinking open and shut many times. Ares groaned, a pounding in his head as he felt unbearable pain on both his head, and his left leg. Putting his hand to his pounding head, he immediately retracted it when he felt a weird liquid on his head and looked at his hand, despite the bad vision he was experiencing at the moment. He saw red, and immediately recognized it as blood. This situation reminded him so much of his disastrous time in the bloody army. He sighed, looking down at his pained leg in confusion, only to see a large gash, right above his knee, his army pants torn right there. But he could also see a gray group of colors, but his eyes were still adjusting. Blinking very hard to adjust, he soon saw what was in his leg. A large, sharp, piece of metal. Wincing, he collected himself and put his hand on it, grabbing ahold of it firmly. Closing his eyes, he prepared himself as best he could for the pain before pulling it out, wincing and groaning as he did so. He threw the bloody shard to the side. Finally finding it in himself to look around, he saw the fire and the dead bodies and his eyes widened slightly as he recalled what happened. He had been on the plane, on his way to return home, when the plane had gotten slight turbulence. At first he thought it was just your average turbulence before it started getting worse, and soon enough, he was rushing back to his seat, trying to buckle himself in, but he hadn't been quick enough and the plane had been on its way to crashing, causing too much movement for him to buckle correctly. But he had held on tight, and the buckle was almost fully on, but just not on tight enough for him to avoid too much injury. Hence why he was not dead, and was only hurt a bit.

Seeing a dead person beside him, his eyes opened more. Sure, corpses if dead people made him unhappy, but he was more inclined to adjust to his current situation than more people. Being an army man, he was very used to this. Training, and in real life he had been through all this stuff. Of course, he hadn't exited the army unscathed. Army tattoos, scars, and more still covered his body. He still wore the army clothes as he had been returning from the army when the plane crashed. Sighing, he wondered if there were any more survivors, so he decided he'd go and look. He tried to stand up, but he couldn't, as his leg was wounded, so he looked around for something to help and the only thing he could find was the clothes of a dead person beside him. He groaned and, taking out his army Swiss knife, used it to cut some of the man's shirt before wrapping it around the gash on his head. Cutting another piece, he stood up and began limping around, relief flooding over him as he saw a familiar bag. The typical army bag that happened to belong to him, with all his stuff inside. Now how did that make it? Limping over to his bag, he was upset to see that really nothing made it through, except for a masculine necklace given to him by his sister, Athena Violet. Sighing, he put the necklace on before using the cloth to clean up his head, disappointed that he had no water to help clean the wound. He still knew he had to find other survivors, so he grabbed the supplies he could and, putting them in a bag, began limping downwards on the beach, his intense, yet captivating blue eyes only seeing dead people and burned or ripped supplies. He sighed, continuing the trek down the beach, unknowingly heading towards a group of survivors, and his sister.

OOC: Hi! ^^ Sucky post :P