Well then, I think there was a large mound of rocks over there behind the bunch of trees to the left. *goes over there and picks up a few, then brings them back* There we go. I'm making bolts from wood. I'm using this sharp rock I found to sharpen them. I can make 5 an hour. TSL should use his water mechanism to help get us some water sooner or later. We're soaking wet. We also might want some more scrap metal from the plane crash. I'm a bit cold, and I don't feel healthy, my lungs sting. I need some rest... *lies down, and starts making bolts from some of the remaining wood that wasn't used* I don't know what else to do. I'm famished. *cough*
James Evan woke up buried under something, with only a small hole up to the ground giving him air. He suddeny realized he was buries under ashes! He futilely tried to force his way out as he hacked and coughed. "Gah!"
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
Oh my goodness! Someone's coming from the ashes! Get him out of the rain! *runs over to the newcomer's location while coughing* Are you alright? Are you hurt? *cough* Here, get into the shelter. *takes the newcomer into the shelter* ... We're stranded on an island... We're trying to survive. What's your name?
Yes, and quite a crash it was. Why, however, every plane must crash on some remote South American jungle, is beyond me. Anyway, how's the fire situation looking?
I lol at drax since I have my lighter. I light the fire from dry twigs safely away from the shelter. I also lol at TSL for not realizing that that is seawater. I help him make a makeshift purifier by using leaves to catch evaporating water.
"Don't take life too seriously. You'll never get out alive." Joined: Mar 15, 2009
*achoo* ... Don't worry, I don't think I have a fever or anything... *cough* ... I've started to feel it easier to breathe though. *slowly places a piece of scrap metal nearby onto the ground while lying down, and watches it fill up with rainwater, and drinks it when it is full* I'd appreciate some warm water though... I'm going to freeze out here. By the way, some of us are still out there looking for materials. Come on in guys... By the way, where did you get the unusually large leaves? Brrr...
With my katana safely sheathed, I run around outside letting raindrops fall in my mouth, shouting something about it being the sweetest water I've had in years and it being 100% blood-free. Poor currently unnamed ex-Nonja, he's loony.
*Evan Hawthorne crawls out of the ashes. His son, by the way, is Smoky, who you should know much more.*
Evan: Oh my! It's raining. Mind if I huddle under your shelter? Gosh, it's mighty cold. Mind if I use those rocks to make a fire? I've always been good at starting fires. *pauses as if he just gave out a terrible secret*
(Background thing: Meanwhile, some park rangers in Isle Royale had a breakthrough on a forest fire case, now known to be an arson. Of course, a millionaire in the region was soon revealed to be bribing the police officials to not look into the fire, and after a few circuitous affairs, the government got all of the millionaire's money. Who was the millionaire? Evan Hawthorne's father.)
(OOC: Time travel is so confusing.)
*Evan walked up to some rocks (not Rock, the one that someone grabbed earlier), and was about to make a spark, when he realized something.*
Evan: WHY THE BLOODY HELL DID NONE OF YOU GATHER DRY STICKS?
(OOC: EDIT: Looking back, I find that there may indeed have been dry sticks.)
Evan: Nevermind, I think I know where all the ruddy dry sticks are. Draxor, give up bolts for the cause? You know, the cause of us being around a toasty fire instead of BEING SOAKING WET!?
I'm actually very certain that the pile of sticks over there is dry. If that was a joke, I don't feel the need for it. My bolts are capable of being used for a fire. If needed very desperately.
I might need a quiver or something of the sort to carry these bolts... I'll have about 26 added to my 7 in a second... Okay, I think think 33 is enough for now. I need to find something to carry it in though... Maybe one of those large leaves.
Well then, anyways, welcome. Please join us. We need to work together to survive. Otherwise, we're just sitting ducks. So, please tend to the fire and keep it going... Don't burn yourself. *shivers* This rainwater tastes like it always does, but it's cold... I need a blanket, can anyone lend one to me? *props the Compound Crossbow up next to the shelter wall, and places all of the bolts there, and lays near the edge of the shelter*
I feel so lonely. _
Edit: Of course... Not. I'm pretty sure there are more sticks over there... The ones I didn't use. Some of those segments were separated, and I didn't need them. Otherwise, there's a pile of sticks to the left of the fire.
(OOC: No one mentioned gathering dry sticks, so I assumed no one had gotten any. No one mentioned there being a fire either.
EDIT: Oops. Reply 38.
Let's just chalk it all up to an epic nonja'ds, or me not reading carefully.)
Evan: Oh... I could have sworn that that pile of sticks wasn't there earlier. And that the fire wasn't there as well. Ah well. The fire is nice and comfortable. So, what else needs to be done? We have water. TSL has got that covered. We have food, from the Lunch cart. We have shelter. Let's just stay in here until it stops raining.
RAIN! BEAUTIFUL BLOOD-FREE WATER THAT ISN'T TEARS OF THE INNOCENT!
*The nameless Nonja enters the shelter*
Sorry about that. I've been rather... busy... for the last... oh, all of my life. Do you people refuse to torture like they used to say in the base? Also, what's your numbers? Mine's 3163662326. Was, anyway.
I am a nonja person and I have been trained to kill you. Step outside into the rain and goes away. He says I will not hram people only that nonja traitor. Out of a bag he picks up a katana and destroys the crossbow that persons name I can't remember has.
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Evan: You have got to be kidding me. Nonjas? Here? Oh, I am neutral, not Nonja or Nonja Fighter. Or Civilian, actually. If you have to do nonja stuff here, don't mind me, or I'll have to fight you. I will only attack those who attack me.
OOC: What in the world. Why did you destroy my crossbow? That ruins a ton of our chances for survival. Further more, you can't bring in your suitcase... You came in too late for scavenging an item. Whatever...
James, I'll be needing a new crossbow... My Compound Crossbow would have worked much more efficiently, but someone over here... Geez, it's cold.
OOC: shkids just made things interesting. Although remember that, no matter who you are, there is no escape. And no weapons other than the katana that qwerty has and the crossbow (which is now broken, apparently), unless of course you make your own.
VITALITY: 99/100
qwerty and dracorio have fully recovered, but the food cart is running low. Tension is also steadily increasing due to living in such a cramped hut.
Evan: I apologize, Draxor, for I was slightly eavesdropping while I was trying to get out of all those ashes. However, I believe somebody here, James, I believe his name was, can fix your crossbow.
Evan: I think we should make more huts. All these males in such proximity with no females is not a good sign; if there is a woman, then she really shouldn't be living with a man, unless you want something... improper... to happen.
Well, Evan, it would require some effort to reweave the string, and the stock has been broken off. I ask of you, James, to help me with this... And by the way, this is a hut? Well then, we should probably get to making another one, once the rain stops... We don't want to get any colder than we already are. *grasps a crossbow bolt in my hands* Shkids, you are being watched.