Time on the Island (open)

Mistriss_Isis

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Waves crash upon the white sand beach, a beach that no one would think would lead to a hell. Wreckage lay scattered on the beach, a boat perhaps it used to be but now it was unrecognizable. People lay scattered on the shores of paradise and the locals well they are freindly, but in a way that no one would think.

Women and men alike dwell within the shores of paradise, preying on the innocent people who become stranded on her shores. Controlling and demanding they take prisoners and use them as they please. Without the pressures of laws they have nothing to fear, not even their prisoners who grow eventually complacent in their new caged world.

OOc: well we need some rather dominating men or women for the island and some survivors. Feel free to play two characters, I will start as soon as I have two other characters.
 
OOC: I'll take the role of a survivor. I'll post a short intro and wait before starting until there's more people playing.
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Selphie Thomas
18 years old
long, chocolate coloured hair and matching eyes, quite pale milky skin
stands about 5'2", with an athletic build, breasts slightly large for her frame at about a smallish C cup
Selphie had always been slightly skiddish, a shy girl who's friends were the lusty romance novels she read in secret. When she turned 18, her parents told her to pick anywhere in the world, and they would send her there. The place she had chosen was a tropical island she read about more than once in her books. Unfortunately, this crash landing had not placed her on the island she was hoping for....
 
well I suppose I'll take a role as an Islander. I'll refrain from naming her for now, as I do not know what kind of names they'd have.
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Shakti (means power or the female counterpart of a God, just interesting background)
5'8", tanned from a life on this island.
muscles though fine and strong do nothing to take away from womanhood.
She has black untamed hair that falls halfway down her back.
Her chest, almost in spite of her muscled physique stands out 32C, though breast sizes mean nothing to the inhabitants. Like all members of the island her clothing is somewhat revealing and very functional, allowing all parts of her body free movement.

Shakti is somewhat unique in her mastery of the english language, though she is not the only one on the island who can speak it.
 
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alrighty then, I'll have to edit and choose and name and all that good stuff. but I'm glad to join it's been awhile since I've been on.
 
OCC: sorry for disappearing friends! RL gets to be so much some times... i'm kinda hesitant to join in case i disappear again sometime soon, but what the heck, you were both kind enough to join my thread (thank you so much by the way for playing with me ;) )


Miss Virginia, as her maids called her, was a typical spoiled little rich girl... 5'7" 28B cup, long red hair flowing over her shoulders. The shiny white dinner dress she had worn in anticipation of a gala entrances was now torn at the hem and shoulder from the violent boat wreck. Her pale white skin was dotted by tiny red freckles, and she was busily bitching about her broken high-heel shoe.

"I just can't believe the captain could be so careless! Now my cell phone won't even pick up out here! Where the hell are we anyway? Is this it? The great island I've heard so much about from Aunt Muffy's vacation? Surely not, she had no problem calling me last year! Arrrgh!" Pulling at her hair, until of course she realized she was loosing her composure, Virginia Gayle quietly stomped off into the background, as to not be seen in such a state by the other survivors.
 
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Mary Canyon

Mary Canyon sighed heavily. "What on earth had she been thinking when she signed up for this 'Ultimate journey by sea'. She should have flown to her destination but no, she had listened to her sister instead.

"Oh, come on Mary, you never do anything exciting or new. I will buy the tickets, just go, I am sure you will have fun. Maybe you will meet someone. It has been two years since David passed and you have been mourning him since. I know you loved him but he wouldn't want you to dry up and wither away. So here are the tickets for the plane and the ship. Go, have fun, relax, be nice to people."

So here she was, standing on a beach who knows where with two of the most diverse people she had ever met. One a little girl that was so shy that she blushed if you looked at her. While Mary could sympathize, having been somewhat shy herself as a child, this girl had very little common sense and seemed to live in the books she read.

Then there was "Miss Virginia" who thought the world was her own personal stage and everyone else her servant. Mary had come close a couple of times to pushing little "Miss Virginia" overboard after she heard the way she spoke to the crew.

Mary sighed again, wondering what she had done to deserve this lovely moment in her life. Looking around the beach, she went from person to person, making sure each was all right. "How odd," she mentioned softly, "neither the Captain or any of the crew is here. I wonder if they survived. All the passengers seemed to have made it to shore. I could see one or two people not making it, but the Captain and all six of the crew? How odd."
 
Be easy on me... ;-)

OOC: Orion is 6'4" tall and 210lbs, he has shoulder length dreadlocks. Blue eyes, light brown hair. A chiseled frame, and a good personality, though no one knows that yet. ;-)


*shaking the cobwebs from his head Orion looks around*

"Now this is a long way, from the football field at the University of Nebraska."

*Orion thinks how life has been the last couple of weeks since the NFL Draft. He'd was the first cornerback to be drafted, and the 5th overall player. Drafted by the New Orleans Saints, Orion figured a vacation would be nice.*

"Great friggin' way to start a vacation." he sits down and with a sigh.
 
Shakti looks on at the confused mess of survivors, her eyes lingering on the tattered clothing that seemed to be torn at just the right spots. Well hidden in the foliage she is content to watch until someone wanders off, then she'll pounce. "The loud whiny one would be fun to bring down a peg or two" She thinks to herself as her eyes scan the beach, "but then again there's the young one... well we'll see I suppose." She settles back, straightening her skimpy, simple clothes, little more than support really, too watch what happens.
 
OOc: Emmy James,19, 5'6" long dyed red hair, hazel eyes. Rather gothic/badass looking.

Emmy had been seperated from the others, unlike them she had been on the boat to travel only, no good times for her. As she lay on the somewhat secluded beach and hears a voice. "Great friggin way to start a vacation..." Sitting up, her back to the voice, Emmy stares out into the ocean, seeing the wreackage of their once beautiful yatch.

Turning, she realizes she is almost naked from the waist up, cover her ample breasts with her arms she looks to the man who had spoken. "I...I don't suppose you could spare your shirt?" she askes a bit red in the face as she steps closer to him.
 
*smiling softly at the obviously embarrassed young woman, Orion removes his shirt, exposing his muscled chest and abdomen, and extends it to the girl.*

"Of course, but you know, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You've got a beautiful body."

*he looks down at his cell phone for a minute*

"No signal here, I wonder where the hell we are."
 
Emmyblushed slightly as he commented on her body and her eyes flicked over his. "Thank you..." she said as she pulled on the shirt, her breasts straining against the fabric slightly. "Where are we?" she asked the air in frustration, throwing her head back to stare at the sky arms folded protectively over her chest.
 
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Looking at the red haired beauty in front of him, he smiles. "Nice fit. You know, I have no idea where we are. But obviously no cell phone signal, probably no civilization. Which of course means we won't be able to contact our families, or my agent for that matter." Extending his hand to the young woman he introduces himself. "My name's Orion."
 
Emmy shook her head, and held out her hand, "Yea, I'm Emmy..." she said knowing his eyes were on her. "Fuck.." she blurted out her head faliing into her hands, "What the hell are we supposed to do on a deserted Island?" she asked almost laughing as she looked to Orion.

"Do you know if anyone else survived?" she asked stepping closer to him, a sigh escaping her once more.
 
"When I first came to, I thought I heard someone whining, but it sounded kind of distant. So it's possible it was my imagination. As far as what to do on a deserted island, well having never been on one before I'm not sure." He opens his arms, not in a overly sexual way, but to offer comfort in a time of need, and if more happens, so be it. After all, she is very attractive, and he noticed her checking him out. "I guess we start looking for survivors."
 
Mary

Gathering up Virginia and Selphie, Mary said, "Come on, we better take a look around and see if anyone else survived. There is wreckage from the yacht all up and down the shoreline. People could have been swept ashore anywhere. Do you two know who else was on board? I know the Captain had six crew members with them. I believe there were five or six of us passengers but I am not sure. What do you two know?"

After Selphie recalled seeing a girl around her age, and Virginia claiming to have had a conversation with a professional football player, Mary suggested that they walk along the shore line to see if anyone else had survived.

Halfway down the shoreline, Mary heard voices and rounding a small bend came upon the other girl and the football player. They exchanged names and compared stories, coming to the conclusion that they had landed themselves into a fix. Mary was happy to see the football player, in order to survive they needed some muscles and backbone. She couldn't picture Miss Virginia being much help scavenging for food or figuring out how to get help. Looking at the two teens and the football player just out of college, Mary felt every one of her 38 years.

She decided that it was going to be up to her to figure this out. "Okay, let's walk down the shoreline the other direction and see if any one else made it, then we better figure out some shelter and find fresh water." Looking at the blank faces in front of her, she hid her own concerns and smiled. "I don't suppose any of you managed to have some matches in a waterproof case in one of your pockets?"

When their faces dropped, she put her hands on her hips and said, "Look, we are four healthy people. Have you seen that show Survival on television? We will make it. We just need to plan carefully and work hard to keep up our spirits. Okay?"
 
Emmy slid into his arms, hugging him more to make herself feel better, if they were the only people on this island they might as well be friendly. After a few moments she pulled from his arms.


"Then we should start walking..." Emmy offers as they begin to walk towards the forest.
 
Selphie sat up and brushed the wet sand from her skin. Looking around, she could tell that this was not the island she was supposed to be on.

'What happened?' She thought to herself, rubbing a sore spot on her leg. From the state the others she saw on the beach were in, Selphie decided that the small cat nap she found herself waking from was most likely forced upon her, waves tossing her violently towards land. 'We're shipwrecked?!?" Quickly she stood, legs shaking beneath her, and she straightened her t-shirt and shorts. Walking slowly, she moved towards the trees and slumped against a strong tree trunk. 'Best not to panic, just wait for the rescue crew.'

Voice in her head reasuring her, Selphie stayed quiet and watched in silent amusement as the survivors around her were milling about.
 
Walking with Emmy, Orion started toward the forest when they ran into the others. "Well, that was certainly a short trip, was it not. Okay, so we have a number of survivors here. Has anyone seen the captain, or his crew?" He moves a little closer to Emmy, for what reason he isn't sure, there doesn't seem to be any danger, but still, he's been very protective of women ever since his mother was killed. "I agree with Mary, we might want to see if we can find the captain, perhaps he has been in touch with a rescue group."
 
Shakti moved silently and swiftly hrough the dense foliage surrounding the beach and comes upon young Selphie. Hiding behind the very tree the girl is slumped against she surveys the scene. Still though it's to soon to act, though the only real threat to her is the large male, but better safe than sorry. A grim smile on her face as she tries to make her pick, and of course, the best strategy whether it involves kidnapping or winning their trust or any other of the multitudes of ideas crossing her devious mind.
 
Virginia Screams!

"I don't suppose any of you managed to have some matches in a waterproof case in one of your pockets?" Mary asks. "Look, we are four healthy people. Have you seen that show Survival on television? We will make it. We just need to plan carefully and work hard to keep up our spirits. Okay?"

Young Selphie, slumping against a tree, rubbing a sore spot on her leg, looks at me as Mary says such a preposterous thing. “Of course we’ve seen that show! But we’re not on it!” I explain to the silly wench. “I don’t see any camera crew with ‘Little Debbies’ sneaking around to film us!”

Sarcastically, I venture behind Selphie’s tree, finding to my utter horror a strong darkly tanned woman staring right back into my eyes!! Her long black hair draping down her back in unkempt spirals framed her strong yet feminine face and full lips. Barely dressed at all, her large round breasts heaved as she gasped at my sudden appearance, leaving me to scream at full volume, frozen with shock!
 
Looking towards Mary compassionately Orion asks..."Are you okay? You did not deserve that dressing down. I've got half a mind to smack some sense into her, save for the fact I won't hit a woman, well not in anger anyway." He looks again at Emmy, thinking she looks fantastic, those breasts straining against his shirt.

Hearing Miss Virginia's scream he sighs with disgust. "What the FUCK, is that spoiled little rich girl on about now?" Turning around he sees Virginia standing stock still, almost like a statue, Orion can't see the woman in front of her.
 
For reasons unknown to Emmy she feels a bond with this man. Perhaps because she was wearing his shirt, or just the protective stance he took when around her, either way she has half a mind to slid her arm around his waist and lean on him, her body tired and sore from the wreck.

"What is going on?" Emmy ventured as the brat of a girl screamed.
 
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