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Flight 1029 dropped out of the sky on around sunrise on July 20th 2015 on the Huston, Texas to the Dominican Republic on a red eye flight that left around two or three in the morning. Their were only about seventy five passengers on the plane as it went down but as it fell the voices on the plane sounded like a over thousand screaming souls. The plane landed on an unknown island and less then half the people survived, but how many was that?

Items:
1. Scrap Metal
2. Thirty feet of rope
3. A medical kit
4. Two bottles of vodka
5. Seven airplane seats
6. A damaged radio
7. Three iPod's
8. Four damaged cell phones
9. Six bottles of water
10. A small fluffy white dog
11. A flare gun
12. The Air Marshals pistol
13. Six bullets (in gun)
14. Pain Pills (24)
15. A Box Cutter (Blade)
16. Torn Cothing (Rags)
17. Camcorder (Photos or video)
18. Golf Clubs and Balls (one set)
19. Match box (50)
20. Cigarettes (12)

((Roll a 1D6: to enter
1. you are paralyzed
2. You have a broken arm or leg
3. You have a few broken ribs
4. You have a broken finger or toe
5. Your pretty bruised scraped
6. Your hair is pretty messy!))

I'm interested!

(Just join and roll)

(Full human for this RP )

Waking up on a beach he saw a girl and a guy near him still laying in the sand, they guy looked pretty scared up but he looked fine, he ran towards the girl, "are you ok mam'?" He asked, looking around he was luck to have found...

(A few bottles of water laying around, luckily closed, taking one he drank half before continuing tring to wake the girl up.)

Mayday Mayday! the plane's jet lit up, can't control the left side, turbulence causing control issues. the plane was rocking like a boat in a storm. Everyone on the plane was panicking before it crashed

"Get down, keep your kids safe!" Jayce stepped up when the time came but, to no avail, all his attempts were naught in the final outcome.

Altitude dropping fast The plane angled down towards the darkness that lied beneath them. the flashes of of gas masks dropping, people flying around, luggage cases crashing everywhere and ... screams... so many screams...

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Jayce coughed and groaned, he felt the sand beneath his raw, sore cheek. Lifting his head to look around did nothing for him, everything's a blur. Pushing himself off the floor he rubbed his eyes trying to focus his vision. He can hear a young man yelling, calling for a lady, sounds of rustling, water flow and birds. His mind began to race wh-where am i? he thought looking around with clearer vision than before, He made out a forest and the beach but what really caught his attention is the massive plane wreck that he somehow managed to escape from, seeing as he's on the outside and not one of the unlucky bastards on the inside.

"Yo dude, drag her to one side, the smoke's gunna stop her from waking" he said approaching them. He took a bottle and gladly sipped from it, moistening his dry throat and in the process, hoping to get rid of the burning sensation. He helped the guy move the girl from the wreck, he felt dull pain over his body as he did so. He was bruised with a few scrapes here and there, not worse, luckily. He quickly inspected her, trying to find any long-term damage.

As Jayce cried out Sam followed the man's instructions. He had no idea what was happening one minute he was difting off to sleep in first class with his head phones on, next he was on a beach pulling a woman away from smoke, the smoke was coming from somewhere in the trees. "There may be more people in the trees," he listened to see if the woman heart was beating then he lowered his mouth to hers breathing out. As he began pumping on her chest he continued his thought, "go try to see if you can find anyone alive." Dead bodies littered the beach and surrounding water, you could tell by the lack of heads or by the bodies being torn in half. Some of the the sand was stained red and Sam tried not to stare as he gave the woman another breathe hoping it would revive her.

The young man awoke, realizing he wasn't on a plane anymore. What. But I was just...! The smell of smoke filled his nostrils. Oh. Oh, nonononono.

He groaned, sitting up. He hadn't died, luckily. Nor did he have any broken bones. Thank god. He was pretty scraped up, though. He looked around, trying to fine stuff to live. Like in those survival shows.

Sam continued to try and pump air into the girls lungs but it still wasn't working, "is anyone a doctor?" He called out into the emptiness, looking at the man from before he asked again, "are you?"

((Roll a 1D2 if you get a 1 it is empty if you get a 2 it has ammo, if it is a 2, roll a 1D6 to see how much ammo it has!))

He found what seemed to be a gun. "Huh...?" He checked for ammo, hoping for at least some sort of protection...

No such luck. It was empty. Although, perhaps he could use it to keep humans away...? As a decoy, perhaps. Maybe he'd even find some ammo along the way. He could even use it to club animals for food...! "...Huh. Where am I, anyway...?"

"Hello," he saw a person in the jungle I front of him, "hey you, are you a doctor??" He couldn't quite see what the man was holding but he knew there was a person of some sort infront of him.

((http://www.rprepository.com/community/forumthread.php?t=18846))

(Got it, thanks.)

"Hm? Ah, no. I'm an attorney." he muttered, tightening his grip around the pistol. He didn't trust this man. Not. One. Bit.

Jayce put a hand on the blonde guy's shoulder, she should be awake by now "Stop man, you'll waste energy doing that..." he knelt down besides him "There ain't much you can do" He looked apologetically at Sam, but it wasn't just her they had to burn. Bodies littered the shore coating the golden sand with blood. Limbs were spewn about without their original owners, some even coloured the ocean which rode in on the wave red.

Jayce luckily spotted a pack of smokes besides them, if there was a good enough time to relieve stress, now was as good as any. He flipped the lid and popped one the small box, he still had his lighter in his pocket. Resting the smoke between his lips he lit the end, not wanting to move... he was smoking away the pain.

He popped another smoke and held it out to Sam and Apollo "Dude, chill, we were in the same plane, don't be so tense, have a smoke" he said to the jumpy attorny

He pushed it away. "I don't smoke." His face looked a bit scraped up.

Sam looked at the man and kinda backed away, "there's nothing in your hand..." The man was pantomiming handing Sam cig, "Sir does your head feel ok?" Looking up at the other fellow he could now make out the gun in his hand, hey guy, you alright?"

((DBT you gotta roll to find something like that... a 1D20, that's the only way you find anything in this game.))

He would grunt as he'd try as he would try and get up his laptop broken "Bloody hell?" he would fall down before getting back up. "Unless this is Nevada where the hell am I?" He would slowly get up looking at the people "You three!" He would shout his badge on his waist and his gun in his vest holster barely being able to stand up. As he would hover his hand over his holster seeing the mans gun.

The group say that this man was the Air Marshal, but his gun was missing from his holster, it was the same gun that was in Apollo's hand. "You are the Air Marshal aren't ya," Sam said, "do you know CPR, I swear this girls heart is beating!" Sam continued to pump the girls chest and gave a thick breathe into her mouth still trying to revive her...