The Beach:OOC, Casting Call (please join :)

[hazel43]

people, people...silly people! We don't have eggs and bacon on the island LMAO The whole purpose of having people on fishing duty is because we have to catch fish so we have food

I know I border on the brink of pushy (in the future please slap me) but the point of "The Beach" is that we are lost in this paradise without sense of time, besides days. No one wants to go back to mainland because that would mean they have to get pulled out of their little safe haven and face the stark horridness of the real world.

Does that make sense?

lol also for notes on what we do and do not have so far
We have:
a shower area that was rigged up by James
Toilets? (Don't forget to only use one tree leaf. Be conservative )
a longhouse with enough beds made out of wood and matresses stuff with, I don't know, sand?


*sigh* ok someone just slap me already lol

I'm sure I'm bound to get on someone's nerves soon.

Is the cereal OK. Sarah is a construction worker (also carpenter) and will gladly build anything that could possibly be needed. But she does need to eat to have energy.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

Is the cereal OK. Sarah is a construction worker (also carpenter) and will gladly build anything that could possibly be needed. But she does need to eat to have energy.

hehe see I am a control freak.

*hits self in head*

Anything y'all pull out the first day will be chalked up to being on Dave's boat. After that I'm hoping our fishermen will get busy Well not together.

unless they want to of course

 

[hazel43]

Hope I'm not being a pill. But since Sarah is a carpenter, she had earned herself enough to take a vacation in Thailand..then bought a boat and came to the island.
I was thinking she would have brought along a few tools and supplies of her own. I don't think she has ever felt comfortable relying on any man.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

Hope I'm not being a pill. But since Sarah is a carpenter, she had earned herself enough to take a vacation in Thailand..then bought a boat and came to the island.
I was thinking she would have brought along a few tools and supplies of her own. I don't think she has ever felt comfortable relying on any man.

Your not being a pill hazel

lol damn that's something my grandma used to say to me. "You are such a pill!"

 

[hazel43]

Thanks.
I hope you enjoy memeories of your grandmother.

See you on The Beach. (Maybe not until tomorrow though)

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

hehe my grandma's 95 and still kickin

I can't get to sleep

 

[hazel43]

Lula-bye and good night, you'll find peace like the river
It will it haste and make way even through you are asleep.
It won't mind if you're blind and not knowing what it is doing.
It will flow as you row down sweet rivers in your dreams.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

Lula-bye and good night, you'll find peace like the river
It will it haste and make way even through you are asleep.
It won't mind if you're blind and not knowing what it is doing.
It will flow as you row down sweet rivers in your dreams.

awww you made a poem just for me?

 

[hazel43]

Sorry it doesn't rhyme.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

Sorry it doesn't rhyme.

*blush* thank you that was sweet

most poems don't rhyme anyhow

 

[hazel43]

I'm glad you like it. I was thinking of the traditional lula-bye melody.
It is now 4am here and I'm still awake also. I think I addicted to SRP.
Tomorrow is going to be pointless. Sleeping now might even make it worse.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

I'm glad you like it. I was thinking of the traditional lula-bye melody.
It is now 4am here and I'm still awake also. I think I addicted to SRP.
Tomorrow is going to be pointless. Sleeping now might even make it worse.

very true
I have to be up in 2 hours anyhow so there's really no point going to sleep now *sigh*

I'll prolly sleep till 3PM tomorrow though lol

 

[hazel43]

The reasoning makes sense. however, it is getting hard to write creatively. I think I'll take the chance on sleeping.
Hope you have a good two hours. This has been an extremely enjoyable day. Thanks for all of your input.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

The reasoning makes sense. however, it is getting hard to write creatively. I think I'll take the chance on sleeping.
Hope you have a good two hours. This has been an extremely enjoyable day. Thanks for all of your input.

MP See you later then hazel

 

[Screech]

Aah yes, the off topicness resumes in all it's glory!

But then, I know what it's like Aliyah. I went for 46 hours without sleep. It was two bloody work days too! I wa so knackered at the end of it, I slept for 12 bleedin' hours!

 

[SheevaKitten]

Ok ok! I'll join!

Geez! PM's the last couple days. "Come join this thread!" lol Thanks! I'm flattered!

First, I have to say that I disagree with Scribe only playing macho types. I mean, check out hardcore hotel. He played Matt Damon in a Superman suit strapped to a bed! lol Ahhh...memories!

I have not read or seen The Beach, hate Leo with a passion. But I know surfing and weed (quite well) and swiming and stuff, and again this game is calling one of my established charectors on a rp site called Furcadia...minus the ears and tail anyway. So, here we go.

Name: Spycey (I was an unfortunate child of children of the 60's)
Hair: Red and curly, to the waist
Hight: Shortish. Say 5'3"
Build: Toned (surfer), but curvy in all the right places
Age: 23

I'm a surfer. I grew up in Santa Cruz, CA and have traveled the world looking for good waves! One day I wiped out and was knocked unconcious by my board. The tether on my wrist kept me and my board together, but when I woke up I was too far out and being carried away by the tide. I used the last of my strength to climb onto my board and passed out again. I woke up on a beautiful beach on what seemed to be a deserted island. In fact there was a small group there, and they nursed me back to health. All it took was rest water and food. While there I noticed a lot of green being passed around. Ah! I was home!

As well as a surfer I was also going to school to be a medical asistant. While I cant do surgery, I know a little about basic medicine, and combined with the herbalism I learned from my mother, I became the unofficial medic on the island. I also found I'm quite good with a spear, and took a place as fisher-girl for the 'family'.

Ok, how's that? Good? Once I get aproval/disaproval/advise on my char I'll get in there.

~Kat

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

Geez! PM's the last couple days. "Come join this thread!" lol Thanks! I'm flattered!
Ok, how's that? Good? Once I get aproval/disaproval/advise on my char I'll get in there.

~Kat

PM's? It wasn't me *shuffles away innocently whistling*

Your char sounds greats Glad to have ya SheevaKitten

 

[scribe_m]

Let's see...

* Looks like I'll be joining The Beach later than I thought. I still have some non-sexual SRPs I'm currently behind on updating. Sorry about that!

* I have trouble starting things up in an open-ended thread, so if anyone has any requests for myself to write with them, please PM me.

* Macho? James is a wimp (at least by my standards) except in n/c, and poor little Myavi only has 9 inches of macho. She's in the Immortal costume party and is waiting for a woman to do nice dark things to her...

OOC: Changed the character a bit and am joining in!


Scribe.

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

Let's see...

* Looks like I'll be joining The Beach later than I thought. I still have some non-sexual SRPs I'm currently behind on updating. Sorry about that!

* Macho? James is a wimp (at least by my standards) except in n/c, and poor little Myavi only has 9 inches of macho. She's in the Immortal costume party and is waiting for a woman to do nice dark things to her...


Scribe.

That's ok You can join whenever, but you missed our weed party last night

 

[Sins666]

lol who would want to be a farmer with u in charge darlin?

should me quit then? dont wanna scare people off or play a whole side of an island on me own.

 

[NotaNamVet]

should me quit then? dont wanna scare people off or play a whole side of an island on me own.

Name: Charles Bigley
Age: 50
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 162 lbs.
Cock: Uncircumcised, 7 inches, long 2 1/5 inches thick.
Long curly salt and peppered gray hair and beard. Scrawny, wiry, tough.

Charles sat in the tavern cursing the bottle of tequila in front of him. He cursed the cigarette butt, the dying embers singed his fingertips as he ground it into the ash tray. He knew the terrible things were responsible for the dim pain in his chest. Or at least they were partly to blame. His thoughts drifted to the chocolate marijuana birthday cake Linda had backed for him on his twenty first birthday in '76. Digesting the medicinal herb had always created a sense of comfort. He had enjoyed those days...

Alaskan Thunderfuck, Mowy wowy, Thai stick, Sensemillion, Red bud, oh those virgin buds!
Charley had known a good life in those days. His farm in Northwestern Oregon had been very simple during the 70's. The mass production of good weed had only required the most basic male female segregation and post harvest pollination. He had never bothered with guns or violence. Relying on the tight lips of his close friends and associates had served him well.

He enjoyed his wealth and loved his wife Linda. Linda loved horses. He carefully studied, finding the most gentle breed available. He bought a couple of well trained geldings for them to enjoy. They rode together on every possible occasion. After a few years he found the right stallion and a few mares, so that they would have more horses to ride in the years to come.

Prices soared and his business changed drastically. Cultivation became more of a science, managing the plant lineage to produce the greatest levels of potency. The new breeds provided a buzz after only two or three, instead of the whole joint that would have been needed with the old stuff. Securing the safety of production became more of like a military operation.

The culture also changed. News of the AIDs virus didn't seem so significant when it first came out. Except for the teenage hemophiliac who had been banned from school after contracting the virus. Charley had saved three weeks worth of profits, secretly sending the money to help with the boy's medical bills.

But the virus spread like wildfire, with epidemic proportions. The religious fanatics grasped the public's fear solidifying age old propaganda about the dangers of things like sex, and drugs like marijuana. The evolution of highly hybridized breeds during the time, only served to strengthen the backlash. Researchers were making their final condemnation, based on studies involving the hybrids. They had used dosages that had been more suitable with the older breeds. Bathroom drugs like PCP, ecstasy, and meth, began to replace pot as the experimental drug of choice.

His hope for the world was briefly renewed when a democrat won the '92 presidential election. Then the FBI laid siege to a small religious compound in Texas. Reporters gave a slew of explanations for it. But Charley couldn't see why their ownership of a few guns should make them criminals. He felt sure that the new president would stop the craziness as soon as he took office.

But reality struck home during April. The public and the new president remained silent during the unchecked destruction of the compound and the massacre of its inhabitants. The disgust in Charley's heart sickened his stomach, knowing this was happening in the country he thought he loved. Due process of law was no longer a fact. He now knew his relationship with the world would never be the same again.

The swinging pendulum caught up with him two years later. The peaceful morning breeze stirred into an explosion of dust and flying debris. All sounds were masked by the thick drone of choppers. They flew low. Charley could see their faces and the glint of steel. They disappeared over the tree tops in the direction of his camouflaged crop. He knew they would be back and the clock was ticking.

"Linda, Linda," he ran into the house shouting, "get to the barn. You know what to do. We have less than one hour. Hurry!"

Linda was out the door within ten minutes. He knew the horses would be saddled and waiting within five more. They had planned the escape for two years, so all was in place. He had rigged the fuel for the fire carefully, constructing a time bomb that he hoped would exact some level of revenge upon the invaders. Charley placed the box of wooden matches on the old wood burning stove and left, heart broken to know that he could never return.

During the last few years, they had ridden through the area frequently, making shore to leave tracks on each of the trails. On the day of their escape, Charley stopped occasionally, smashing the scent bags against rocks on the trail behind them. They had harvested the scents from badgers, skunks and foxes. Taking out legs wraps and other objects that had been used on the horses the night before, he tossed them onto side trails as far as he could throw them, hoping he could confuse the dogs and buy them a little more time.

They had planned the route, covering over 20 miles of trail, leading to a stream. It averaged about 20 feet wide and four feet deep. It had been the final phase of the plan to eliminate their trail from the blood hounds. Six miles up stream, there was a well hidden cave. It had a narrow entrance that the horses could be lead through, the huge main cavern would be their refuge. A maze of many tunnels could provide escape through the old mountain to the North.

Together their horses carried them swiftly through the heavy forest. The trees were thinner near the top of the ridge and a large valley lay behind them on the right. Suddenly Linda's horse surged sideways, bumping his right leg. His hair bristled, the sound of gunshot reached him. Linda's eyes were wide as he turned towards her. She fell across the front of his saddle. Warm red blood surrounded a hole on the back right shoulder of her jeans jacket. Her legs had pulled free from the other horse, he struggled to stabilize her weight as the horses plunged down the other side of the ridge.

Charley pulled her up in front of him and managed to bring her left leg across in front of her. Her faithful horse remained beside them as they galloped down the well known path. he could feel Linda's heart still beating. He prayed as they journeyed onward towards the stream. There were no more signs that they were followed. He regained hope as they plunged into the stream. he stopped them when they reached the shallow sandbar by the cave and got off. He held Linda as her body slumped down onto his saddle. He kept her stable as he pushed Linda's horse into the entrance, urging it forward with the whip.

The main cavern was outfitted with some roughly built furniture and enough provisions to last themselves and the horses for six months. Charley lit some lanterns with a candle. He grimaced when he saw Linda's blood soaked Jacket. He carefully eased her onto the bed. He began cutting it away with his hunting knife. The wound was lower then he had thought at first and the bullet was deep inside her. He could do nothing. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he pulled her close to him, wrapping himself and a thick blanket around her limp body. During the night, as he held her, he felt her dear life slip away.

 

[Sins666]

So...what does all that mean?

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

hmmmm notanamvet and this relates to the RP how?

In other news, sincere apologies if I don't post as much as I should. I developed a lovely cold, with a fever and everything, and spent much of the last couple days in bed. Anyone wanna join me?

Oh yeah, and you people are creative as hell.

to all my fellow beachers

 

[Screech]

AWWWWW!! Poor baby! *HUGGGGGGGS!!* Anything I can get ya Aliyah? I know colds can be a right bloomin' pain in the arse...

 

[Aliyahlovinsex]

AWWWWW!! Poor baby! *HUGGGGGGGS!!* Anything I can get ya Aliyah? I know colds can be a right bloomin' pain in the arse...

you're still talking all British, Screech no fair

Let's see....you can get me...a million dollars would be nice...and maybe a massage

PS: Nice sig lol