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spoiledking.livejournal.com

[Henry had been sleeping for his entire stay there. He did not like being seen in these shorts that were made of something that made water just slide off of it. He'd taken to his tent, not letting anyone see him. He was particularly mopey like that.]

[However a storm was currently making its way towards them. That meant Henry had to leave. Grumbling about doing servants work, he picked up a blanket and some food and for once, left the safety of his tent.]

scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com

[Having collected his medical supplies into one bag, Black Jack runs out of his tent, which gets blown away shortly after. With the blackberry safely in his hoodie pocket, and struggling to hear or see anything through the cascades of rain, the wind is so strong that it feels like for every step he takes, he's blown back two more. Squinting through the storm, the 'entrance' to the jungle looks next to impossible to enter. However, he still tries. Throwing his bag over the first fallen trunk, he climbs over it with apparent ease (despite the circumstances) and gets back to his feet. However, as he continues on his way to the onsen, he see's something strange. Off to the left, although his vision is blurred, there's something on the path. Something with bright orange-red hair. His eyes widen as he realises who it is. He runs to their side]

Ed! Edward!!

[She's most likely unconcious, but he could hardly hear himself shouting her name, let alone her hearing it. A thunder clap above, urges him to unzip his hoodie and wrap her up. Before he picks her up, he notices her blackberry, barely visible under the mud, and shoves it into his pocket, before picking her up delicately, as if he was carrying a glass feather. Gathering up his bag, he continues towards the Onsen as fast as he can, trying to avoid any obstacles in the pathway. However, as he stops to think how to get around a particularly large, broken tree, something smashes into the back of his head. It was forceful enough to knock him over, but remembering the young girl in his care, he catches himself, falling on one knee. Perhaps it was a branch, or something like a coconut, but whatever it was it caused a thick trail of blood to seep down the back of his neck. His vision blurring internally, he blinks hard, trying to ignore the pain. He manages to get back up, and finish the rest of the journey

Finally, as he enters the onsen, he places Edward down lightly, and looks to appeal to anyone who may be nearby]

She..I found her, she most likely-

[His sentence trails as he himself blacks out]

radical-edward0.livejournal.com

[Ed has wandered off again. While this is usually all well and good it definitely isn't given the current weather. She's in a clearing or it's a clearing now. The rain is falling in sheets and the wind is he only thing you can hear. It's almost impossible to see Ed through the maelstrom. Her 'berry has fallen in the mud, so the camera is slightly blurred. Ed is up a tree staring down at it. Listening intently you hear a soft "uh-oh" from Ed. There's a threatening crack and for a second Ed seems to be hanging there in limbo. Here eyes are huge and surprised. The branch has broken and very suddenly Ed has fallen wetly on the ground.]

the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com

[Having 'known' about the storm a little way before everyone else, Elizabeth had already packed few important items. However, as she was about to leave, when Mello's video message flickered onto her blackberry, the signal poor and the quality low. However, his message was clear in itself.
Tucking the little black device into a handy pocket on her dress, she unzips her tent, and is more than a little shocked at what she sees; the beach is littered with destroyed tents, palm branches and leaves, and just general debris. Trying to remember the way to the onsen, she struggles to stay up right at the weather continues to worsen.
For the first time since they arrived on the beach, she was glad to not be in her usual clothes, as one of her dresses would have been utter hell to drag through the now rather chaotic jungle path. Thankfully, after what seemed like an eternity, the Onsen loomed into view]

prettyincrime.livejournal.com

[Having already been on her way to the onsen with James, the sudden and violent change in the weather scared Miria a little. Running the rest of the way, her path is blocked by a broken down tree, or at least parts of a palm. With the wind picking up speed, and no clear way around the obstacle, she decides to try and climb over the wreckage. She is nearly successful, but slips on her way down and cuts her head and arm. With the right motivation from James (Don't just sit there!! ajajsgdskgak!!!!) they both manage to get to the bath house in one piece. Poking her head wound, she winces]

I wonder why the weather would suddenly change so much? It was fine yesterday...

pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com

[Observant people might have noticed that a new tent has appeared on the island. If you peek inside said tent, you will find a rather disgruntled Soubi. He's wearing a t-shirt and swim trunks: this is a good thing because even inside the tent you can see that his skin is pale enough to burn badly. He's sitting on his knees on the ground, flicking impatiently through the past communications on the blackberry, made in his absence. He has already been out of the tent and around the island when he appeared before dawn, and has found no sign of his Ritsuka. Even though that rabbit had said other people might appear.]

worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com

[Mello is inside the onsen. He was watching the storm outside as it tears down trees and whips the waves into an insane foam.]

Alright, anybody still out in the storm four words of advice: do not be retarded. The only actual shelter on this whole fucking island is the bathhouse. Do not hide in the jungle, do not stay in your tent, do not stand their staring at the storm with your mouth opened, I don't care where you are or what you're doing get your sorry asses to the bathhouse. I don't care if you're sleeping, writing a letter to mommy, picking your nose, or jerking off, stop it and get your fucking asses down here. Stay in groups, walk as fast as possible, try to stick to the clearest path possible. If you can't get here find a cave, do not stay in the opened or in a fucking tent. Understand?

scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com

[Sat in his tent, Black Jack switches on the feed and clears his throat]

Alright, this is relevant to everyone, so please listen if possible. It's recently come to my attention that there's a tropical storm on it's way. Although it may by pass the island, the chances are that it also may pass right over us and rip the entire camp to shreds. So, if you can find any secure shelter, then bring only what's needed and go to that place for the night.

I know Ichabod already sent out a warning, but here's another one

[He reaches forward and the feed ends]

ledouche-zero.livejournal.com

[So here's the thing. When the last thing you remember is the intent to shoot yourself up with a mind-altering substance, and then suddenly you wake up in your dorm room back at school, and THEN you walk out the door and you're on the beach of a tropical island, in nothing but swim trunks with a warm breeze hitting you in the face, you come to only one conclusion.

That you are high as a kite.

So he just kind of stands there. Staring. This might be the first time in his life he is rendered irrevocably speechless. He is completely convinced he actually DID take Refrain and this is some kind of flashback to what is supposed to be a happy memory and he SUPPOSES that should mean Kamine Island, because it was kind of fun and happy, although also complicated and a little sad, like most things in his life, and also he remembers that he has no extreme survival skills AT ALL.

But that's okay, you don't need survival skills while on a drug trip. Right?

Right.]

passes-out.livejournal.com

[Ichabod is wearing his magnifying goggles and has spotted a storm off in the distance. He is now out and running to find as many people as he can to gather what then need to bring before the storm hits the tiny island.]

Everyone, I need to have your attention. There is a storm coming and it may be here during the night. I suggest that we gather what we need and find shelter at the volcano.

[He knows that sounds like a very poor set of odds but it was certainly better than being washed away or blown away when the storm hits during their sleep.]

Current Mood: awake

another-dayjob.livejournal.com

[Touya is bent over a plastic box, pulling out odds and ends and becoming increasingly annoyed as he pulls various items from its depths. There's a pair of sunglasses in a case, some bug spray, a plastic spade. He growls in annoyance when he pulls out a tiki statue like one would find at a tourist kiosk. He throws it over his shoulder looking vaguely disgusted]

It should be in here...

[Then]

Finally!

[Touya is holding a plastic bottle with a bright yellow cap. He squeezes it while shaking the bottle impatiently. An puddle of green gloop oozes into his hand.]

Take off your shirt.

[There is movement in the shadows as Yukito, who is clearly sitting on his cot, obeys.]

prettyincrime.livejournal.com

[Having been 'swimming' in the ocean with James for a sizeable amount of time, Miria has finally come onto shore. After about an hour of going in circles and getting a little lost, she finally found her tent again. Zipping up the doors, she gets changed into a white, floral halter neck dress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=9871247) and takes the blackberry up from her bed. Meaning to switch it off, she actually manages to switch on the video feed. Propping it up absent mindly on one of the bigger trunks, she begins to rummage through a pile of items and objects, eventually finding a big pad of lined paper and a pen (http://www.lobelia.net/blog/penelope.jpg) Flipping through a few pages, the feed clearly shows the paper in full as she leans against the trunk, and begins to write....]

Dearest Isaac,

                          It's me again! I have something exciting to tell you! I'm on an island! But it's a beautiful desert island, with palm tree's and a bonfire. The ocean's beautiful; it's so warm during the day. Oh! I forgot to tell you; amongst the friends I've made here, there's someone here called James. He's been really nice to me - oh! and then there's Severus; he's ~~a little mean~~   ~~odd~~   very much his own person, although I don't think he see's that very well. I'm sure if he'll let me, we might even become friends.You know, they're both wizards! Real wizards, with wands and spells and enchanted books! Oh Isaac, it's so exciting, I have so many questions I want to ask them both!

I could use up all the paper in this book telling you about everyone I've met here, and about how strange things keep happening...Sweeney's gone, you remember him.   Although he was mean at times, I sorta miss him, he was always with me, and for a while I felt like I used to, when you were with me

I know you'll probably never get this while I'm here, and I know I say it in every letter I write to you, but, Isaac, it's getting harder and harder to get by without you with me..I miss you terribly, and I want more than anything for me to be home again, or for you to one day arrive in the house. Then everything would be fine..I know I'll see you again, I just wish that day would hurry up and be here!

~~I miss you~~                ~~I miss you so much~~       ~~sometimes I wish I was~~         Please, just...I don't know how to put it into words..

Love you always and forever

your Miria (smiley face) xxx

20adaydragon.livejournal.com

[The dark haired doctor emerges from his tent, looking utterly bewildered about his predicament. He's not wearing his usual attire of a shirt, waistcoat and smart trousers. Instead he's just sat there with his swim shorts and his flippy floppies (/shot). Though the weather doesn't look exactly like it'll remain frabjous, despite the blazing heat he can feel hitting his skin. He glances to the sky and sees storm clouds over on the horizon. Sorry Hari sweety, you don't get as much fun in the sun everyone else did.]

...What the..

[Deciding not to state the obvious out loud, wanting to keep any dignity intact, he concludes that this very much isn't the Lake house. Nor could this be one of Ayame or Shigure's plans...it's far too bizzare even for them. --...Well at least someone's given him the courtesy of keeping his cigarettes. He pulls one out and lights it because lord knows he could do with one right now.]

Hello? Anyone?

[OOC: Wimmen, don't take it personally if Hatori seems very distant, he just doesn't want to turn into a seahorse in front of anyone.]

Current Mood: annoyed

gamer-anon.livejournal.com

[The beach, the water, the blue sky...it's paradise. In theory. Because one man's paradise is another man's hell, and that man would be Matt. The only possible, logical reason for him to be sitting on the beach, his towel spread out between him and that cursed sand, is that he's under orders to do so.

He looks miserable.

And pissed.

And his nose is covered in sunscreen.

Matt takes a drag from his cigarette before letting it rest on a small plastic ashtray. He reaches for a neon green gun and points it at his head, closing his eyes before pulling the trigger. Squirt! The stream of cold water hits his cheek, and there's very very temporary relief from the heat.

Matt reaches for his cigarette, but it's not exactly where he left it. The ashtray has mysteriously 'grown' eight legs and is walking away.

Anyone for crab legs?]

the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com

[After having been sat at the dock for more than an hour, Elizabeth had managed to fall asleep on the sand. Due to the cool breeze and the hypnotic rhythm of the ocean waves, an afternoon nap hadn't exactly been easy to escape...]

Please, feel free to poke her awake with a stick~

the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com

[After the previous night, Elizabeth, after finally waking, decided to explore the rest of the island during the late afternoon hours. Having gotten changed (http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/P12017187.jpg) She headed out of her tent and into the warm sunlight, the air slightly humid but a nice change from the general dismal English weather she was used to. She had heard that there were docks and boats somewhere on the island, and had thought she would try to find them; plus, she had also promised to meet Ichabod there later on. As she walked, she pulled her long copper hair up and off of her shoulders, and tied it into a loose ponytail, stray strands flowing behind her in the breeze. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the sea air deeply; as much as she missed her room, she could get used to this]

I wonder how long we'll be here..that being said..where is everyone..?

[The beach, or at least this small section of it, was pretty much empty. Voices could be heard a little way off in the distance..After walking for short while, a small boat came into view...]

want-a-chupa.livejournal.com

[He's in the onsen, thankfully only broadcasting from the chest up.]

There's an onsen!! A real onsen!! I'm not sure what kind of water it is, but it's really great! Everyone should come check it out! It's right near the bonfire pit! I'll be waaaiting~!

shy-blade.livejournal.com

[Along the path, inside the jungle, Edward started looking for his little patch of green and began cutting away at the shrubs. He started shaping them into various art pieces from the bizarre to the beautiful. He used the natural setting as his guide and moved a little from there.

The hibiscus shrubs were not the only things that were shaped. The other flora were being tended to as well and he even did the clean up. He's been working on this now for three days straight and has not grown tired. The night made him more comfortable. The sun only shaded his otherwise very pale skin.

Scars littered his entire body and only a pair of black spandex shorts with a single white stripe was worn. The scars ranged from small to obscenely large with a vivisection scar on his chest. On his spine was a scar that ran from the base of his neck all the way down his spine. At the joints were scars. At the points where his blades were manipulated were scars. The only mark that was not a scar was a large tattoo across his back of black angle's wings in a tribal design. He wasn't even aware of it being there.

He has not gone back to his tent since he arrived. Quietly he toiled. And quietly he stayed to himself and happy to be productive. Even though Edward looked menacingly enough to rip the heart out of anyone that messed with him, he was far from that mentality. So far removed from it that he had a child-like innocence when it came to the world around him.

He smiled upon the completion of his garden and crouched down to admire his work.]

passes-out.livejournal.com

[Ichabod wasn't about to put on those god awful shorts again and decided to go with something that he was most comfortable with. His hair hasn't seen a comb in a few days now and it was getting a bit messy from the lack of grooming. The same for his face since he was unable to shave and a small mustache was beginning to show.

He saw this in the mirror and cringed. He preferred to be clean cut and prepared but here, he had hardly the resources he needed to keep his clean appearance.

He sighed and moved out of the tent. He took a mental note of his tent's position among the others and this time, he found a rock and carved in it the word, "Crane" in the stone with another rock. Whether he would see it or not at night was a different matter.

After a few minutes of preparing for his departure, he felt satisfied and left the tent completely. His destination was to find Elizabeth and explore this island before nightfall.]

((Feel free to notice him and poke fun at his....small mustache.))

the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com

[Having spent a substantial amount of time on the beach with Ichabod, the pair had finally gone their seperate ways in order to find their respective tents. The Princess, starting out optimistic, began her search by just peeking into any tents that were open, just as she'd left hers earlier that day. However, as about half an hour passes, her hopes begin to drain; with only the dim latern lights to aid her in the darkness, she begins to lose hope in ever finding her 'room']

Oh, this is ridiculous! Surely they should have put numbers outside, or something to differentiate between each one..!

[Her voice is hushed and annoyed, the night air now quite chilled against her exposed flesh. Since she hasn't been to her tent all day, Elizabeth is still only wearing her bikini-wrap-around-combo. As she mutters in frustration to herself, her arms wrapped aorund her torso, she trips suddenly on on of the tent pegs, causing her to fall rather splendidly to the ground, grazing her arm on the sand]

Ah!...oh, this is just wonderful! Well and truely...

[She stops cursing to herself when she notices the inside of the tent she just tripped over; clothes were strewn neatly across the floor and bed, and it's then she realises that they're hers]

..well that was certainly lucky..

[Heading in, she leaves the 'doors' open as she sits on the bed and examines her superficial wound with care; it wasn't deep, but it stung like crazy, little grains of sand embedded in her skin. She winces as she tries to get some out]

Aah..alright..well, first things first I suppose..

[After a moment, she gets back up, and tries to find something to put on her tent; something to identify it as hers. Eventually finding a pen in the trunk of bits and pieces, she finds a white T shirt of some description, and, with difficulty, writes her name across it. Heading back outside, she eventually succeeds in wrapping it awkwardly around one of the poles holding the structure up. Going back it and ignoring the smarting pain in her arm, Elizabeth then changes into a dark blue halter-neck dress. Satisfied with the results, she continues to her next mission; finding food.

Upon discovering the cooler of snacks, she thinks briefly back to Ichabod]

I do hope he finds his tent alright...perhaps I'll leave my lantern on, just in case he can't...and I wonder what he wanted to say to me earlier...

[She thinks aloud as she seats herself back on her bed...]

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Entries tagged with plot: surf's up

3rd Highness [Action]

Carte 5: Storm // In person

Session 005 ^_^ Radical Edward ^_^ [Accidental Video]

Ninth entry: Storm

Tropical storm // In person

Spell 004 [In person]: Oh, look at what the cat dragged in. [Backdated to this morning >_>]

7th Blast || Mello || [Video/Voice]

Carte 4: Video Broadcast

Turn 01 || Lelouch [In Person]

{Third Case, Third Observation} A storm is coming.

006 // Kinomoto Touya // [Accidental Video]

Badfic Island: Accidental video // Letter to Isaac

Cigarette 1 / Welcome to Badfic Isle [In Person]

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Seventh entry: extension [In person]

Seventh entry [In person]

Piercing 009 ♥ Kaidou Kio ♥ [Video/Voice]

[03] Edward's Island

{Third Case, Second Observation} Why can't there be days like this.....

Sixth entry: [In person]

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