You have been cast away into a lonely island. But in the Island, you're not lonely. Other cast-aways are there too, and food is scarce. It takes great skill to get food from the other inhabitants of the Island... and the creatures that roam the area.
Rules: *You can fight other characters, but you cannot kill them. *No foul language! *Enter your characters name (optional) *Have fun and survive!
My ship had been destroyed; my crew mates killed. Curse Poseidon! I walked along the shoreline of the Island as I looked for any survivors. I had been there for a whole moon, and it was again time to go get food. After some time, I gave it up. I didn't believe there was anybody alive in this cursed Island. I got my bow and went deeper into the land. I soon came across a deer, which I easily shot with a single arrow. I grabbed it by the horns and was going back when I heard it. A human shriek that chilled every bone in my body. I ran towards the sound.
I stumbled through the endless jungle, almost certain that I was going around in circles. Suddenly, I tripped on a vine that stretched across my path, and felt a cord tighten around my ankles. It was a trap! I screamed, terrified, as I swung upside down, feeling the blood rush to my head, making my usually pale face flush red. A rustling in the bushes made me freeze, my voice disappearing as I waited, the noise drawing closer and closer. Surely, it could only be whoever laid the trap, come to claim their prize? I shuddered- perhaps they were cannibals?
A face, surprisingly like my own, emerged from the undergrowth, followed by the rest of the man. He couldn't be a savage, I decided in an instant. So I swallowed hard- no mean feat when your'e handing upside down- and called out to him: "Help me! I'm caught up in this trap, can you get me out? Please!" The strange man pulled out a sharp hunting knife and easily cut through the vine ropes binding me.
"Umm, hi," I smiled, embarrassed. "Thanks for, you know, saving my life just then. I'm Antonia, by the way. Are you stuck here too, or do you know a way off this godforsaken island?" I checked myself. "Sorry, just pleased to see a friendly face in this wilderness," I explained, blushing at my outburst. Why did I always lose control of my tongue when I was around guys? I checked myself again. Not the time, Toni, not the time. Admire him later, when you aren't in mortal peril in this deadly jungle-esque hell.
"What we're trying to do is to write cricket bats, so that when we throw up an idea and give it a little knock, it might...travel."
"Hello Antonia, may the gods bless you. I have been looking around this island for a very long time and you are the first person that I have seen. I am Achilles, son of the goddess Thetis, bane of the Trojans, leader of the Greek army in the Trojan war, protected by the powers of the Styx. I mean no harm to you or your companions if you have any, but I am glad to see another human being on this island cursed by the gods. Are you hungry? For I have a deer that I would be more than happy to share."
I stumbled upright on the sand. My robes, very impressive black velvet, weren't much use here. I couldn't believe I had lost control over my undead ship... then again, perhaps this was an opportunity. I scanned the island, taking in the jungle an the imposing obsidian mountain that rose, daggerlike, at its middle. This looked like a haunted isle to me, and there was bound to be treasure. Firstly, I needed servants. Food would not be a problem, water all the less. Surely there would be skeletons here. I looked back at the coastline in satisfaction. The black water beat against the jagged rocks that I hoped had spelled doom for many a weary sailors. Reaching out with my conscience, I felt the familiar tug of the dead, calling me, practically begging to obey me. I clapped my hands together, and from the murky ocean depths, a skeletal crew rose, waist deep in water, shuffling towards me, moaning hideously. Music to my ears. "Tell me, who are you?" I commanded. One of the fearsome skeletons, dressed in a tattered sailor's outfit, drew nearer. "My lord" it rasped. "We were once sailors on a ship commanded by a man known as Achilles. The wrath of the Sea God brought us here" I smiled evilly, though there were none to see me. "Good. Bring me to him. Perhaps he shall be useful" And, skeletal legion in tow, I marched resolutely into the unknown.
I was happy to note that this Achilles seemed friendly, and surely, I thought, I would be safe if only I stuck by him? So I smiled, and replied: "And you, Achilles, son of Thetis. I am sorry to say that I have no companions, and I know of none others on this island, save whoever set up this trap-" and here I gestured to the sliced vine-rope. "Gods, yes! If you don't mind, I mean... I would love to take you up on that offer of food- haven't eaten for DAYS! I've been wandering around, lost..."
I slipped suddenly, my legs giving way to the weakness of starvation, and I struggled back to my feet, embarrassed at showing any sign of infirmity to my new acquaintance. "Sorry," I began. But Achilles reached down to where I was struggling up and put an arm around me, hoisting me carefully to my feet. He kept a hold of me, and, looking deep into my eyes so that I couldn't look away, he said quite seriously: "I can see that you must be taken care of at once, Antonia. I will assist you back to a place where we might obtain nourishment for you, and a place for you to recover your obviously lacking health and strength."
I was about to protest, but he had taken me up easily in his strong arms, and begun walking from the clearing. I lay back into his gentle hold, secretly grateful that I hadn't had to try and walk all the way- I didn't think I could have made it, if I was honest.
"What we're trying to do is to write cricket bats, so that when we throw up an idea and give it a little knock, it might...travel."
i sit under the tree and look around. suddenly, a coconut falls on me. i toss it from hand to hand, then pelt it as far as i can. maybe it will hit someone...if there's anyone else on the bloody island...
Last edited by neko on Mon Apr 02, 2012 12:42 am, edited 1 time in total.
Listen up! The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary! It's time to do it now and do it loud! Killjoys, make some noise!
My ship was sunken and I washed up on shore. I stocked up on food to last me a month. Crab, Seaweed, Plants, fruit. I set up a shelter and marry a man survivor.
I open my eyes sluggishly - there's a pounding directly above my eyeball - to see an overcast sky and the branches of a few trees. Lovely. Got to love England. Dragging myself into an upright position, I make out the horizon: it's fuzzy and strange like I'm not wearing my glasses, but I am, I am. Then I notice the sea underneath this line...it looks as if it's been painted on with watercolour, clearer than it should be considering the sky.
Oh, and there's a person. Without any clothes on. Dancing. Dancing? Coming towards me. Quite fast. Very fast. Running even. And he doesn't look friendly -
This is not England.
If I could think up something that described me accurately enough in 255 characters, you'd be reading something slightly more interesting.
I stumbled up onto the beach, spitting wet sand out of my mouth. My boots carved deep channels into the sand as I stomped angrily away from the sea. I tore off my mangled glider wings and tossed them aside, not caring what happened to them. They were broken beyond repair. Hadn't I told him? Hadn't I told Moore that his little motor-kite wouldn't hold up in the trade winds? Sure, I'd told him. But no, he was the pilot, he was used to those things, he knew what he was doing. No, he doesn't have to listen to the other pilot who's been living out here her whole freaking life! Because that makes sense.
At least I had decided not to wear my leather jacket. That was my favorite jacket, and it would have been too hot to wear out here.
Speaking of out here, where was out here, anyway?
Then a coconut sailed past my head and embedded itself in the wet sand. I spun around, my black ponytail flying up into the air. Someone was sitting under a palm tree, looking thoroughly disgruntled. Maybe she knew where we were. And if not...that was a nice necklace she was wearing...I could probably sell it for a good hundred dollars or so. And her boots--the boots would fetch a good price as well. Who knew, maybe she had some connections I'd find useful. We hadn't caught a big ship in a few months, and we were running low on...things...
I look up at the figure walking towards me. I can read the intent in her eyes. I jump to my feet and pull my sword from the sheath on my back. Ipoint it straight at her heart. "Just take another step. I'll kill you." I snarl.
Listen up! The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary! It's time to do it now and do it loud! Killjoys, make some noise!
The girl had pulled out a sword, and was pointing it at my torso. I stopped about ten feet away from her and reached for my belt. "Good luck with that," I said, taking a wide stance and pulling out my pistol. I aimed it right between her eyes. "Now, I don't want to have to shoot," I continued. "That would be a complete waste of bullets at this point. I won't touch you, or anything, I won't even get near you. I just want to know if you have some inkling of where we are. Can you tell me that?"
"Why should I talk to you?" she demanded.
"Because I'm the one with a gun," I growled. "And anyway, I know my way around these islands. I may not know which one this is, but they're all pretty similar. I can tell you which fruits are safe and which ones are poisonous."
The girl didn't move. She kept her sword pointed at me, but I saw something change, something in her eyes--something in her obviously practiced aura of toughness shifted. She wasn't from around here--she hadn't thought about food.
"Look," I said, putting on my good guy act. "I'll put the gun away, and you can put your sword away, and we can go look for food and set up a shelter. Let's just face it, we're going to need each other's help here. What do you say?" The girl stayed silent.
"Honestly, neither of us will make it through the week on our own," I said. Well, I might. But a foreigner wouldn't, that's for sure. "You have no idea what kind of nasty critters live out here. Poisonous snakes, fire ants, these things my friends and I like to call carnivorous flying squirrels, except they have a wingspan of about four feet...and then there's the fly fever. You catch that, and you're dead meat. There's only one antidote I know of, and it's pretty rare. Seriously, you're going to want to stick with someone. So what do you say?"
The girl, whoever she was, lowered her sword slightly and looked at me thoughtfully. She looked like she was plotting something. If she hadn't been pointing the sword at me, I would have liked her. She reminded me of myself. Oh well. Can't be friends with the whole world.
"So, are we cool?" I asked her. If I could get her to calm down, I might be able to start looking for Moore without her bothering me. And with any luck, Crenshaw would swing by with the Challenger to pick me up. Maybe I could convince her to come aboard with us. She was scary; she would make a good officer.
She stared at me a little longer, still plotting. I sighed, growing impatient. She clearly didn't know who I was. She did seem to be the type who liked to keep her feet on the ground, but still...every time Crenshaw found a newspaper, I'd find something about me in it. Three years had passed since my dad's death, and the fearsome Challenger was still the scourge of the skies. I remembered I hadn't introduced myself. Then again, she hadn't, either.
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