Into the Fray || Open

[Dancin' Kate]

Into the Fray

"A plane carrying a group of juvenile inmates from the Barrow Juvenile Correctional Center in Barrow, Alaska has crashed somewhere in the vast Alaskan wilderness. The plane was traveling from Barrow, Alaska to Fairbanks, Alaska and went off the radar at aproximently 10:52 P.M. on October 16, 2012. Whereabouts of the crash remain unknown, though local authorities around flight's path have informed us that they will be send small, organized search parties out. Intel on the passengers of the plane suggests that they were between the ages of seventeen and nineteen.
Researchers have informed us that the passengers, if they are alive and survived the crash, have little to no chance of surviving past three days without adequate shelter, clothes, and a supply of drinking water. Even with those necessities, recent weather reports have shown that several blizzards are on their way and headed in the direction of the flight path. However, what researchers say the passengers should really take into account is not just the inhospitable conditions but also the dangerous wildlife. Studies have shown the predatory wildlife in the North Slope to be excessively hostile and aggressive- especially the numerous wolf packs.
If anyone has information on the crash, please don't hesitate to contact our news station at the number below on the screen. We can only hope for the best for the passengers of the plane. May God be with them."

-Report from a local broadcasted News Station.

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1.]The RolePlay
Literacy- This is going to be a very literate RolePlay and I'm going to require two well-written paragraphs. This means correct grammar, spelling, punctuation, use of figurative language, and using different types of sentences. Your paragraphs need to include details on the physical environment, the situation, and how your character(s) feel. Fall behind on this standard, and I will give you a warning. Three warnings and then I will have your character removed from the RolePlay. Can't take the heat? Then stay out of the kitchen.
Story- A problem that many action-based RolePlay's have is that too many people try to turn it into a love-based story when it is not. Remember the situation your character(s) are in. This is a RolePlay revolving around the fight for survival against all odds- weather, predators, hunger, etc. CHARACTER'S ARE GOING TO DIE. I request that when you join, you create at LEAST two characters and be prepared to kill them off when necessary. For some people, all of your human character will be needed to be killed, but this doesn't mean that you're out of the RolePlay.
Reality- Please be as realistic as possible when it comes to your writing. Remember that your human character(s) are between the ages of seventeen and nineteen and have little to no experience with this kind of situation. The main antagonist in this RolePlay in the wolf pack that is stalking your character(s). If your character(s) get attacked by them, one of them will die or being seriously injured. Remember that when you decide to have your character(s) go wandering off and get attacked. Also, remember that your character(s) are already wounded beforehand because of the plane-crash and that they are in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness- PHONES DON'T WORK. It will take a long time before any of the characters reach civilization. I will be HEAVILY enforcing this rule.

2.] Three-sided Story
You have the option to portray three types of characters in the story:
• The Passengers- You are one of the teenagers in the crash trying to survive against all odds. As the role-player, you will be required to make at LEAST two human characters if you choose to be a passenger. This is required because characters will be killed off weather by the wolves, the weather, or fatigue.
• Umbra Noctium Wolf- You are part the antagonist wolf pack going after the human passengers. As the role-player, be prepared to have the power to kill off other characters as well as your own if you choose to be a Umbra Noctium wolf. I will be the Alpha for this pack.
• Caligine Wolf- You are part of the protagonist wolf pack that is waged in a war against Umbra Noctium and are much smaller in numbers. As the role-player, you may have your wolf character killed off by a wolf of the opposing pack. moustache will be the Alpha for this pack.

3.] Password
I know it's a hassle, but I need to be sure that people read the rules completely before I allow them to join. If you have read this far and all the rules beforehand, send me a PM titled ' Into the Fray- PASSWORD ' and I will give the password to put above your forum to signify that you have read and understand the rules. Passwords will never be the same for each person, so I'll know if you haven't read the rules.

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The Forum

I would like to point out that the forums are so small because throughout the RolePlay, you will get to know the other characters as well as your own better. This is also the reason that I did not include 'Personality' in the forum. Also, for the 'Injuries" section, please put how your characters was wounded majorly during the crash and where.
AND, I am only taking five forums for Caligine and nine forums for Umbra Noctium (only two forums per person, per pack).
PLEASE USE MY FORUM.

Passengers-
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Injuries:
Appearance:

Wolves-
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Pack:
Appearance:

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My Characters

Name: Emma Lexynton
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Injuries:
• large gash on right thigh
• split lip
• large bruise on shoulder
• heavy limp
Appearance:
CLICKIE

Name: Cameron Lockwood
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Injuries:
• fractured pinkie left hand
• gash over left eye
• possible concussion
• limp right side
Appearance:
CLICKE

Name: Mackenzie Pritchett
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Injuries:
• broken arm
• internal bleeding
• twisted ankle
• bleeding out from the kidney
Appearance:
CLICKIE

Name: Azura
Age: Eight
Gender: Female
Pack: Umbra Noctium
Appearance:
CLICKIE

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The Survivors
STABLE: alive
UNSTABLE: dying
N/A: dead

• Emma Lexynton- STABLE || Kate
• Cameron Lockwood- STABLE || Kate
• Mackenzie Pritchett- UNSTABLE || Kate
• Marcus Lewis- STABLE || moustache
• Amelia Laurent- STABLE || moustache
• Kelly Morris- STABLE || moustache
• Sarah Smith- STABLE || Queenie
• Damion- STABLE || Queenie
• Jake Sean Hunter- STABLE || Wolves
• Lilly Marry Milly- UNSTABLE || Wolves
• Levi Dotson- STABLE || Wolves
• John Egbert- STABLE || JENOVA
• Dave Strider- UNSTABLE || JENOVA
• Rose Lalonde- STABLE || JENOVA
• Jade Harley- STABLE || JENOVA

Umbra Noctium
• Azura - ALPHA
• Nightshade
• Sam
• Zara
• Legacy
• Isist
• Anghel

Caligine
• Relic - ALPHA
• Seirra
• Fireflame
• Cerberus

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I would like to give credit to the movie "The Grey" for giving me the inspiration to create this RolePlay.

[moustache.]

humans.

Name: Marcus Lewis
Age: eighteen
Gender: male
Injuries:

-dislocated right shoulder
-fractured right fibula
-possible broken or bruised rib
-multiple cuts and bruises	Including: -a gash to the right side of head along the hairline -bruising to right eye and bridge of nose -bruising along right side, primarily over ribcage

Appearance:
- 5’10” and 154lbs
-tanned skintone
-dark green eyes
-dark brown hair, short and messy.
-a scrawny build he has no muscle

Name: Amelia Laurent
Age: seventeen
Gender: female
Injuries:

-multiple fractures in left hand
- serious tongue injuries
-multiple cuts and bruises	Including: - a few large cuts to left forearm - scraped/bruised knees and shins

Appearance:
- 5’5” & 114lbs
-pale white skin
-long wavy blonde hair
-light blue eyes
-petite frame

Name: Kelly Morris
Age: nineteen
Gender: male
Injuries:

-damage to left eye
-twisted/swollen right ankle
-multiple cuts and bruises	Including: - multiple lacerations to left side of face - serious bruising to left forearm and bicep

Appearance:
- 6’ & 178lbs
-white skin tone
-light brown hair
-light brown eyes
-muscled body

wolves.

Name: Relic
Age: six
Gender: male
Pack: Caligine
Appearance:
-large grey wolf
-mottled brown fur
-dark eyes
-nick in right ear

Name: Nightshade
Age: five
Gender: male
Pack: Umbra Noctium
Appearance:
-medium sized grey wolf
-black fur
-amber eyes
-missing part of tail

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Please tell me if there is anything wrong with my characters. Or if there's anything else that I need to put. and I mean for Relic to be the Alpha of the Caligine pack

[Dancin' Kate]

It looks good except you forgot to put the password somewhere on your post (preferably the top). I'll add you while you fix that real quick...

[moustache.]

It's actually the title of the post! Sorry if it wasn't that noticeable.

[Dancin' Kate]

Ack, my bad. *Headdesk* You're accepted! :) Welcome to the survival. (Bleh, so cheesy)

[moustache.]

Would you like to start, just the two of us, or wait for other to join?

[Dancin' Kate]

Well, I know at least one other person is going to join, so do you mind waiting?

[moustache.]

Not at all! I have work I've got to get done anyway.

[ScarletTheKitty]

Fire::Fuego Water::Aqua

Name: Sarah Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Injuries: Concussion, scratches on her legs, sprained ankle, bruises on...well, everywhere.

Appearance:
5 '6', brown hair, fair complexion, hazel eyes, tanned skin



Name: Damion
Age: 20 (If you want me to make him in the age range you gave, he can be 19. You didn't say exactly so.. :P)
Gender: male
Injuries: Black eye, left limp, several cuts, heavily bruised ribs
Appearance: 6 '2', dirty blonde hair, somewhat pale, very, eh, pimplie xD


Name: Seirra
Age: YA
Gender: Fae, or Female
Pack: Caligine
Appearance: small, light brown wolf with icy grey eyes. The fur on her muzzle fades from a light brown to white

Name: FireFlame
Age: YA
Gender: Brute, or Male
Pack: Caligine
Appearance: large, black wolf with emerald green eyes. His right ear has a small patch of missing fur


Name: Sam
Age: YA
Gender: Brute, or Male
Pack: Umbra Noctium
Appearance: average, calico wolf (brown, white, black) with kind brown eyes. On his tail, he has a number of scars. Heehee, I'll leave the explaining to him >: )

Name: Angel Zara. Call me Angel and see what happens.
Age: YA
Gender: Fae, or Female
Pack: Umbra Noctim
Appearance: average, white and black wolf with peircing blue eyes. Angel- I mean, Zara, has a weird patch of red fur on the end of her tail only visible during the summer.

[ScarletTheKitty]

Sorry I took so long! I totally crashed. My head went.. '''''----,,,,_____________ >.< and now I have to eat. Wonderful

[Dancin' Kate]

Welcome to the survival, Queenie. >:) I would like to see at least one more person join before I post, but you two are free to go ahead and start. ;)

[Paranoiac Razor]

Passengers-
Name: Damian Davolta
Age:17
Gender:Male
Injuries:

• Broken Arm

• Spran wrist

• scar across side of head [basiclly on face]

• scars around body

• spran knee

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Passengers-
Name: Carlos Rubio
Age:17
Gender:Male
Injuries:

• Broken Arm

• Spran wrist

• scar across side of head [basiclly on face]

• scars around body

• spran knee

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Name: Derek
Age: Full grown adult
Gender: Brute
Pack: Umbra Noctium
Appearance: He is about the size a average grey wolf [timber] He's mixed with Timber and Artic so he has a beautiful buff look in him. Golden eyes his other eye is kind of Dull gold almost like a tanish brownish.

[ScarletTheKitty]

Midnight:

• The Passengers- You are one of the teenagers in the crash trying to survive against all odds. As the role-player, you will be required to make at LEAST two human characters if you choose to be a passenger. This is required because characters will be killed off weather by the wolves, the weather, or fatigue.

;)

[moustache.]

Tears were running down Amelia’s face. More than anything she felt pain. The need for home, the need for warmth, the need for anything was completely overshadowed by how much pain she was in. The worst part about it was that she couldn’t say a thing. Amelia could only sit there and cry.

When she woke up after the crash it was because of the pain. She hadn’t even noticed her crushed hand before she was screaming. Her hands were drenched in blood the moment they touched her lips. The pain was immense and she stuck an exploratory finger into her mouth to gauge the damage. She knew that wounds inside your mouth stung but she wasn’t expecting what she found. Upon minimal investigation she discovered most of her tongue was missing. The screaming died in an instant and she was too scared to make a sound.

She had picked herself up and tried to find the wreckage but before she found that she, literally, stumbled across another person. The boy groaned as she tumbled over him. She woke him up and she had no idea whether that was good or not. He was asking her what was wrong, what had happened and she could just sob frantically. Even if she was able to talk her English was not very good. This tan skinned young man wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug even if he didn’t know what was wrong.

“Hush… it’ll be okay…” he muttered to her. She calmed down and just wrapped herself up in his arms. He was very warm and it was so nice. She hadn’t had time to notice that he was bleeding as well and he was probably injured too.

“Can I see where you’re hurt?” On command she opened her mouth. He winced and went pale in the face. “Is-… is that all?” she held up her hand. While she had been walking she had noticed all the breaks in it. He softly applied pressure to different areas and discovered all the same breaks.

He stood and she got up quickly after. “We should try to find other survivors…” he said. He began to walk forward and Amelia quickly noticed the limp. He was just as hurt as she was. Cradling her left hand she followed him.


Marcus wouldn’t have woken up if someone hadn’t tripped over him. He hadn’t wanted to wake up. He was perfectly fine with dying right then and there in his sleep so he wouldn’t have to live through what he knew would be a horrible experience. He was scared to see the death and the injury. But now he was right in the middle of it. The girl who tripped over him may have been gorgeous but it was genuinely hard to tell when it looked like she had just finished tearing animals apart wither bare hands and teeth.

He quickly learned that the blood was her own. She showed him the wound in her mouth and he almost threw up. He had never seen someone missing most of their tongue. It was made worse by the fact that what was left still moved.

Marcus quietly tried to figure out where he was hurt after discovering all of her wounds. His leg was definitely broken. His right side hurt a lot but he was pretty sure it was nothing more than cuts and bruises and this place was definitely not a safe place to check.

He would have liked a name to refer to this girl by. He had no idea who she was. Maybe she had been new. Maybe she had been in a completely different ward than he was. Either way she had no way of telling him who she was. It didn’t matter in the end… what mattered was getting somewhere sheltered. The only place Marcus could think of was the wreckage of the plane.

The blonde girl followed him as he limped his way in the direction he thought was right. And after a while of walking through the horrible, endless blanket of white the two of them found it. It wasn’t exactly comforting but it was better than nothing and it would shelter them from the wind. Despite wanting to ask her questions Marcus couldn’t bring himself to talk to the girl. He could barely even look at her as she sat there shivering and crying silently. He hoped that other people were around because he wouldn’t be able to handle staying out here by himself for very much longer.


Opening his eyes the world was completely and literally upside down. A searing pain shot through his entire left side. He hissed through his teeth and brought his right hand to his left eye. There were bits of shrapnel embedded throughout it. He didn’t scream he just ground his teeth and growled to himself. He moved to free himself from the wreckage ignoring any of the pain. First things first he had to get out of here.

After brief assessment of his own situation he figured out he was still inside the plane strapped into his seat. The person who had been sitting next to him had not been so lucky. Kelly just used the metal bar submerged through their chest as leverage to right himself on the ground. He groaned to himself as he kicked the window out and pushed his way through. He dropped a couple feet into an area that was relatively sheltered. A small clearing in a circle of wreckage. He could figure out what was wrong with himself here.

First thing to deal with was his eye. He pulled the bits of shrapnel out and tried to figure out how much his sight was impaired. He couldn’t see at all out his left eye and the exposed veins made it incredibly painful. He just kept it shut. His left arm was all cut up. Aside from that he wasn’t that hurt. At least he hadn’t thought he was until he tried to stand and found his ankle couldn’t support his weight. He hissed curses under his breath as he looked at it. It was swollen and bruised but not broken. It wouldn’t be that bad.

He sat himself between a couple large pieces of sheet metal and wondered if there was anyone else who had gotten out… or if there was anyone else still inside. He didn’t care enough to actually check… but he thought about it… He thought about food and then about the other possible… survivors. He put a bit of snow in his mouth and let it melt on his tongue, it was better than no water. He wasn’t exactly worried and he definitely was not scared. If anyone could live through an ordeal like this it was going to be him. Kelly Morris wouldn’t go down without a fight.

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OOC: Well here are my survivors. I will post something for my wolves in a moment. I just thought I would get something up. Feel free to interact with any of them.

[moustache.]

A growl resonated from the back of Nightshade’s throat. He was not upset no… this was a excitement that could only come from bloodlust. His hackles rose as he walked in slow cautious circles in a wide arc around the crashed human plane. What stupid animals, humans. He could smell the blood from the twisted metal. It meant just one thing. Free meal. Nightshade was not stupid though he wasn’t going to run headlong into such a possibly dangerous predicament. He would get someone stupider to go in first. There were probably already others form his pack here investigating. They could go and figure out how dangerous this human death trap was. A scared human was a dangerous human and if any of them were left alive amongst this stench of death then they would be incredibly scared. Turning Nightshade decided he would climb into the rocks, watch them from there. Keep an eye on them. Then he saw it… brown fur on a large wolf who stood with such an obvious degree of power. That would be Relic. No… he would go back to his pack for now. He would tell his alpha about this and that Caligine was just as interested in this human debris. Nightshade wasn’t one for front line battle. He was thin and much smaller than most of these brutish beasts he would follow. And maybe, if he was lucky, he would get a good meal out of it. He let out a low howl as he headed back to his pack. Azura would hear him and she would know. Sometimes he was ashamed that he let the Alpha know so much about him but… if anyone was to know more about the way Nightshade thought… he was proud to say that it was Azura and not some prissy pushover of a Alpha like Relic.

Relic heard the crash from where he had been hunting. It wasn’t good. There was no way a crash like that could be good! He rushed towards it. If there was something here that could possibly endanger his pack he needed to know about it. He approached with caution, keeping his belly to the ground. If it was humans he had to be ready to head back quickly. It was always rare to see humans though. When the wreckage came into sight Relic was shocked. It was humans… but everything smelt like blood and death. This would attract bad company. If the humans were alive that wouldn’t last for very long. There were wolves out here that lusted after blood and wounded prey could make for hours of entertainment and weeks of filled bellies. He looked about and could see nothing in particular that worried him. Then he saw a couple humans moving about below and he growled to himself, his ears flattening against the top of his head. He took a few steps backwards. They would panic if they saw him and that would not end well. He saw a flash of black fur from the other side of the wreckage and heard the call of one of the Umbra wolves. The sneaky little devil, Nightshade. So they knew about the humans already. That was definitely not good. He ran back to the wooded area not too far from where he had been hunting. To the dens that he and his small pack called home. “Nobody leave today. It’s very dangerous out there and I can’t risk having any of you die.” He called so anyone within earshot would hear him… and by the Gods he hoped that they all did.

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OOC: And here are my wolves. If there are coding problems I will try and fix them all when I get home.

[Wolves-Rule1]

Are you kidding me I go a few days with out reading this form and something this epic comes up? You're kidding right? Save me a spot here.

[Dancin' Kate]

Please re-read the rules. Your post will be removed in three (3) days if you don't change it by then.

Hehe, I'm know for being epic here and there… But thank you. =D

[Dancin' Kate]

I'll be posting something up here soon, just to get it down. :P Don't expect much, though.

[Wolves-Rule1]

Jake

How pancakes does it take to shingle a dog house?

Name-

Jake Sean Hunter, her middel name was Lucas, but when his father died he changed it to Sean.

Age-

Seventeen

Gender-

Male

Injuries-

Broken Hand
Gash over left eyes.
Broken nose
Small limp on left leg.

Appearance-

Hair Color and Stlye-

Jake has black emo cut hair that goes to just past his chin. People say that Jake is some what in love with his hair, he never lets it fall out of place. He'll often get mad if some one plays with his hair. He also tends to get quite tierd when someone does play with his hair, he has no clue why.

Eye Color-

Jake had midnight blue eyes that change color with his mood. Being an almost black when he is mad, sad, or lying. And an almost white when he's happy, in love, or telling the truth. The rest of the time is eyes are just the midnight blue color, and is a rather pretty shade.

Ht. & Wt.-

6' 151lbs

Identifying Marks-

Jake has snake bites. He body is laced with scares from many things, but now that you notice right off the bat is one over his left eyes, his hair covers it most of the time, but you can still se it. the scare is long and tinted an odd shade of blue.

Looks-



Background-

Jake had a pretty good life as a child, his family was rather ritch, but they never acted like it, other than their huse was rathe large. Jake's mother and father took in homeless animals and children when Jake was young, and he plans to follow in their footsteps.

Jake's mother, father, and twelve brothers and sisters were killed in a plan crash when he was eleven. They were on their way to see some family friends in Montana when it crashed. Jake and his sister Holly hadn't wanted to go, so they staied with a family friend. Jake's best friend Sheaba and het two younger siblings also staied, her familey had left on the same flight. On July 9th 2006, Jake picked up the phone. The young boy dropped to his knees when her heard when had happened, there had been no survivors, all of the 300 or so people had been killed.

Jake had never really slept well in his life, but after this it was merely impossible. Jake would jump awake seeing flashes of their bloody screaming faces. It has gotten some what better with age. But the odd thing is, that Jake sleeps better when certain people are with him. Sheaba is one of thise people, even as babies when they were placed in the same crib the two would sleep better. It's still like that, but the two have found other people that it seems to help with too. They have no clue why.

In the fith grade, Jake met a boy by the name of Drake Valdor, the two have hated each other since they set foot into the same classroom. Jake and Drake often get into fights. Over some of the stupidest things, but Drake crossed the line when he started to try to steal Sheaba away from Jake when they were dating. Jake kicked the shit out of the guy, and in return he gave jake the odd scare that lies over his left eye, and a bullet to the chest. Jake died five times that day. But some how pulled through. Life means a lot to Jake because he came so very close to having it slip away.

At the time Jake lives in the seven story home his parents owned. Jake lives with sevem of his close friends, Sheaba, Dakota, Zyammbee, Exammi, Emo, Ka$h, and Hunter. Along with their siblings. Jake is like a father to Sheaba's younger sister Sofy, she was only a year old when the plane crash happened, and the two young kids had to raise her and the other two kids on their own.

Personality-

Jake is one of the nicest people you will most likely ever meet, he would give the shirt off his back to almost any one. He often helps people with money, when they need it. Jake although does have a dark side, he will beat the hell out of anyone that chooses to harm one of his friends and or family. It's best to stay on Jake's good side. Other then that though Jake is extreamly sweet, he loves to be around people, and he's always the one that can make you laugh. He is really good with both kids an animals. To the point where he can walk up to a random dog with out them barking. The younger kids in the house call hit magic, but Jake had been around people since the day he was born. Jake loves art and every form of art. Dance, music, painting, drawing it all. Jake is the kind of person that it's hard not to fall in love with. He'kll flirt with just about anyone, not meaning that he would date them. He's just a flirt he finds it fun.

(( Yes I have added alot to the form. In my eyes it is needed to understand Jake better. The back ground doesn't fit the roleplay whatsoever. Lets just go with her was tarafied to get on the plane, but they forced
him to any way.))


Lilly

Name-

Lilly Marry Milly

Age-

Nineteen

Gender:

Female

Injuries-

Broken arm
Broken leg
Crack Skull
Hole in lung

Appearance:



Levi

Name-

Levi Dotson

Age: Seventeen

Gender-

Male

Injuries-

Broken arm
Split Lip
Gash over right eye
Left ear hanging

Appearance-



Wolves::

Legacy

Name-

Legacy

Age-

5

Gender-

Male

Pack-

Umbra Noctium


Appearacne-

http://www.amoeba.com/dynamic-images/blog/Eric_B/wolf.jpg

Cerberus

Name-

Cerberus

Age-

6

Gender-

Male

Pack-

Caligine

Appearance-




His eyes are blood red.

Name-

Isist( Eye-Sis-T)

Age-

Two

Gender-

Female

Pack:

Umbra Noctium

Appearance:

[Wolves-Rule1]

Jake


Awakening form what seemed like a sleep like state, Jake's midnight blue eyes darted from side to side. " What the-" He was cut off by the screams and groans of other people. His eyes became wide when the relization of what had happened hit him. His hand beggan to shake and his heart started to race. " God damn it why did they make me do this." Tears almost came to fill him blue eyes. Holly, his younger sister was the first person who came into his mind. If he didn't make it through this the little girl would have lost every one she loves, every one she cares about. One tear flowed down his cheek before he looked around again.

Right then the cold, and the pain hit him. A loud groan came from the dark haired male and he gritted his teeth. His hand flew up to his nose which was bleeding out of control. As the hand was placed on the nose, a sharp pain went through his hand. Both were clearly broken. Pain was nothing new for this male though. Pain was something that he build his life on, and he would not let it beat his down. Jake slowly got to his feet and looked around once again.

The sight that met him, made his want to puke. The snow was deep with blood, body parts seened to be going every where. Closing his eyes Jake gagged slightly and began to walk. Wich sent a pain through his left leg. Shrugging it off Jake started to walk looking around at all of the others. He didn't know many of them. A few had been in his word, and one he had split a cell with.

The dark haired male began to shake from the freezing cold air around him. It was freezing, a dry, bitter cold. That you could only get from Alaska. "God Damn them." His deep voice rang. " Damn them to Hell." He had never set foot on a plane ever since what happed to his family, but these ass hole had to force his to get on it. Why? Look at what they had done. This is crazy. PEOPLE WERE DEAD. Young people, some of which hadn't even had a swig of beer, or even a kiss.

Jake didn't know what to do, there was so much blood, it was crazy. He let out a shaky sigh and kneeled down next to the nearest person Shaking them lightly. Was greated him was the frozen eyes of a very beautiful girl. Her heart ceased to beat and she was bitterly cold. Tear that couldn't be stopped flowed from Jake's now every dark eyes. He shook his head. He couldn't to this, he could deal with so many people dead. He didn't even know if he would make it passed this.

Standing once again Jake looked for others that were still alive. Not many of them were alive, and the ones that he did find would die before the end of the day, for sure.

Turning and walking around to the other side of the plane Jake saw the Jet fuel slowly dripping from the plane, with in no time the place would blow. Kill off even more of the people. Jake ran over the the few living people in that area. Pain shot through his left leg like no other, but he didn't care. Stopping just before the fuel Jake looked at the people laying in the fluid. " Get up!" He yelled in a state of panic. Noy caring any more Jake ran over and started moving people away from the spill. Leaving the few that he knew had no chance, which killed him inside. " I'm not cut out for this." jake mummbled picking up a bloody blonde girl and taking her away from the fluid. Looking around he saw that he was the only one doing this. Did people really only care about them selves? The dark haired male shook his head. He could never do that care about himself more then some one else. It wasn't who he was. Pulling the last of the people away from the spill. Jake walked over and collapsed under a tree panting hard. He rested his head on the tree and closed his midnight blue eyes. His hear was pounding and he felt like shit. He had no clue why this had to happen to him, to these people.

His thoughts again went to his younger sister who he knew had no clue what was going on. He couldn't stand the thought of her being alone in their huge house. He saw her pretty little face flashing before his eyes. He didn't even know if he would be able to see her again. All he wanted to do was hug her small form and stroke her silky blonde hair.

Jake opened his eyes and looked out at the bloody snow around him. He then heard the sound of wolves. The sound that he once loves now struk fear into his soul. Just one more thing that would kill them off. Jake had no home, no hope of getting out of this. He was sure that people were looking for them, but who know if they would find them in time to save any one. The cold of the night was getting closer, none of them were where clothes that could protect them from nights that cold. Surely there were things on the plane, but who knew, if it would blow or not.

Sighing deeply Jake looked around again. Feel as if he was letting people die by not helping. But what could he do, people were going to die aways. The dark haired male disided to think about himself for once. Looking over himself he found that his nose was broken, only with his hand. There was a large gash over his left eyes that had been gushing blood for a long time,and that the limp on his left leg was from a long, not thick, just very long cut running from the back of his knee to his ancle.

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[Dancin' Kate]

Emma felt her body jerk awake before her brain had time to fully register the abrupt movement, her stiff bones groaning and creaking in protest as she held herself up for a few seconds before crying out in pain and dropping back to the cold surface of the hard-packed snow. Everything that had transpired came back to her in a rush of flashing images behind her eyes: getting on the plane, falling asleep, waking up to the sound of screams and then everything went black. Afraid to look around for fear of what she might gaze upon, Emma forced herself up again and nearly gagged at the sight she beheld. Death was everywhere around her- bodies, some of which she vaguely recognized, were strewn across the white landscape. Limbs that had been torn or ripped off during the crash lay about, staining the blank sheets of snow with their crimson truth. 

Tears of horror and shock overwhelmed her weak form as she broke down in sobs, violent tremors racking her battered body as she struggled to sit up. Lower lip trembling and streaks down her cheeks freezing over, Emma pulled herself to her feet after a few minutes fighting with her numb legs. Gasping as she stood up, she felt a searing pain along her thigh and looked down with a grimace to see a huge open gash along the side of her leg, somewhat able to see the bone. If it weren't for the freezing temperature and the bitterly cold wind lashing at her frail form, Emma would have collapsed from the terrible wound. 

Pressing on, she walked over towards a lost suitcase and dropped to her knees to inspect it before, with shaking hands, she managed to unzip the main compartment and dug through the clothes until she found what she was looking for. A large winter jacket to protect her from the howling wind and the biting cold along with a wool hat. Slipping both on quickly with jerky movements, Emma instantly felt the clothes work their magic as heat and warmth was returned to her frozen body, blood retiring to her fingers and she wormed around the rest of the clothes for a pair of gloves. She wasn't stupid. She knew with one-hundred percent certainty that she would freeze to death in a matter of hours without proper garments to combat the harsh Alaskan environment. 

Once situated, Emma turned her attention back to the gruesome sight of the crash with a gulp as she swallowed back her stomach's contents, which was mostly acid. Letting out a slow breath, she trudged forward in her heavy snow boots and inspected each body she came across. "They're all dead," she rasped to herself, tears filling her eyes as she hit her lip before sucking in a sharp breath at the register of pain. Lifting a hand, she felt her lip and jerked when a stinging pain registered, pulling the finger back to see an imprint of blood on it. Licking her lower lip, she figured it must've been split and felt around the rest of her face for any other cuts, finding several lacerations. A particularly nasty one ran from the side of her eye socket down to her jawline, the frozen blood caking the wound over. 

Deciding she should check the rest of her body, she recalled the dull pain from earlier when she had been pulling on the jacket. Pushing the sleeve down slightly, she nearly stumbled back at the ugly sight of a huge, swollen and black-and-purple bruise covering her shoulder. Using her free hand, she reach behind her back inside the jacket and proved around, finding that the bruise when almost down to her shoulder-blades. Muttering under her breath, Emma cursed and continued on her morbid search for survivors. 

Death was everywhere around her. Crimson blood was splattered all over the white snow, staining it with the ugly truth of death and the dead. All of it was too much for Emma to take- and so she bent over and gagged up whatever was in her stomach. The acid burned her throat and tasted sour in her mouth as she finished, wiping any that dripped on her chin and flinching as she felt yet another scratch. Sighing, she forced herself to move onward to the remainder of the plane. 

Once she reached it, she rested her head against the cold, twisted metal of what she could only assume was the wing of the plane, her heart thrumming in her ears as her head felt light and dizzy. The altitude and the stress was causing mass disorientation as the world around her seemed to jump in and out of focus, sometimes tilting to one side or funneling. A few minutes of this and then it faded. Sighing, she stumbled into the mangled interior of the plane and her eyes landed on a young girl laying draped halfway on a remaining seat. Limping heavily to the girls side, she placed a hand on her shoulder and realized the girl was still alive. 

"Hey, are you okay?" Emma rasped, carefully turning the girl over and crying out with a loud scream when blood spurted onto her front from a wound in the girls chest. Gasping with horror, Emma stood frozen in place for a moment before she came back to her senses and tilted the seat back and lay the girl on her back, placing a hand firmly over a large, gushing wound on the lower abdomen of the blonde-haired girl. Frantically looking around, Emma hoarsely called out for help, her voice splitting several times before it hurt to scream any more. "Help! Somebody, please, help!" she sobbed as the blonde girl violently convulsed under her hand, blood spurting out between the gaps in her fingers. Looking down and around for something to better cover up the wound, she spotted a torn piece of a shirt and snatched it, quickly replacing it where her hand was. 

Finally meeting the blue gaze of the bloodied girl, Emma managed to crack a hopeful smile when she saw the look of terror in her young eyes, her pale cheeks rosy from the cold and her lips purple. "I'm Emma," she said softly, sniffing back tears and smiling fondly down at the girl who tried to smile back. "Ma-Ma-Macken-Ma-Mackenzie," the blonde girl finally gasped out, her words disjointed as bubbles of red came out through her lips. "Am i going to die?" she asked quietly, fearful curiosity in her clear blue eyes as she reached up and slipped he hand in Emma's, gripping it tightly. The twisted reality hit Emma like a ton of bricks- this girl, Mackenzie, was going to die. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

Taking a deep breath, Emma sighed heavily and bit her lip despite the pain as fresh blood seeped from the wound. Squeezing Mackenzie's hand, she forced a smile and shook her head as she tried to make the girls passing easier by giving her hope. "It's going to be okay, I'll take care of everything," she whispered softly, leaning down and kissing her forehead. 

[moustache.]

Amelia was shivering, she couldn’t stop. She was cold, scared and in pain but at least Marcus (at least that’s how he introduced himself). He was warmer than she was, he had more muscle to him. She was thin… she had a clinical eating disorder and she was just getting out of a low and this was definitely not going to be helping. Marcus didn’t let go of her though at least not for a while. He stayed long enough to get her to write her name in the snow for him.

“I need to go find something.” He said with a nod. “I’ll be right back I promise, Amelia.” He stood up and limped away. But as he said he came back rather quickly. He looked like he was in pain, but everyone would be in pain right now. He had a bundle of what looked like clothing in his arms, he had even donned a sweater that looked a couple sizes too big for his body.

“Here you were shivering really badly. You must be freezing.” He said with a warm smile, which was exactly what Amelia needed to see right now. She smiled back at him and took the sweater he offered her. It was the same colour as her eyes. He helped her struggle into it and tried not to get it covered in blood. It was nice and warm and she was so glad that he found it for her. “I got some socks too and a hat. But…” he looked over his shoulder as though he heard something. “We can deal with that in a second. I have to go. I’ll be back. Don’t move.” And then he was gone again just dumping the miscellaneous clothing on the ground in front of her.

She sat there obediently. She didn’t dare move. She tried talking but it just hurt and she couldn’t form words properly. She began to cry again and the soft crying quickly turned to loud sobbing and then she was coughing and blood spilled all over the front of her new sweater. She held her legs to her chest and fell silent, crying quietly.

Then she was being picked up and carried away from the wreckage. Too startled to react she went limp and let the person carry her away. He was yelling something about how it was not safe. But as quickly as he had appeared he vanished. She stood in a hurry and followed after him.

Finding him she grabbed the sleeve of his shirt tightly it seemed like he might have some idea what was going on. She needed that sort of assurance, “Ex-” she tried to speak it didn’t sound right and it hurt she persisted. “Excusé moi.” Came the messy rendition of speech. She stopped talking and just mouthed ‘help’ as tears started to flow more prominently down her cheeks and her body started to shake again.


He didn’t want to leave Amelia alone but he had heard such a desperate scream for help when he had been going back to give her the sweater. He couldn’t just ignore it. “Hello!” he called loudly trying to locate the two girls he had passed no more than five minutes before. It took a while for him to get to the same spot in the wreckage where he had seen them before.

Marcus’ initial comment died on his tongue as he realized quickly how stupid it was. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked the two girls. He was just as frantic but he was trying to stay calm. The only thing he could do right now was be calm. Not just for his own sake but for the sake of everyone else around. Things did not look good here. This girl who was a complete stranger to him was dying and he didn’t know if there was anything he could do to help her.

He ran his fingers through her hair and looked her over. Her chest was so badly damaged that he was sure there was nothing he could do but stay here with this other girl and try to make this last few minutes of this girls’ life at least a little better than the hell all around them. He smiled down fondly. “My name is Marcus. It’s nice to meet you.” He said, “Both of you.” He added looking up at the very strong girl who was holding the wounded’s hand through this ordeal.

His laughter sounded hollow to himself too, “Kind of a shitty day isn’t it…” he said. He was trying to tell himself not to cry. He had to be strong and crying would ruin everything. If he didn’t break down and act like everything was falling apart at the seams… than maybe it wasn’t.

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OOC: I’m kind of just inferring here, but I believe we need character interaction.

[Wolves-Rule1]

Isist


Isist had been fast asleep under the leafless Aspin Tree when a loud crashing awaked her. Jumping to her feet the groung wolf let out a growl and looked from side to side. She had never heard such a noise in her young life. And then came the smell. Such a stong, yet amazing smell. A smell that immediately made her stomach growl with hunger. What came next was the sound of screaming. Screams that could only been owned by one thing, humans. Isists ears fell back as she lifted her light brown nose to the air. The smell of the blood made her mouth start to water, but the smell of humans brough fear to. Isist slowly began to pad closer to where the sounds came from.

Here the voices of talking humans made the hair on her back begin to rise. Shaking her fur the black coller that was around her neck came popping out. Humans had done this merely a year before. The pack had almost kicked her out because of it, but she begged them not to, she knew she wouldn't make it as a lone wolf. Lucky for her they didn't kick her out and she was still living in the large wolf page.

Padding even closer to where noise came from the metallic smell of blood was over welming. The young wolf peered around a tree seeing a sight that made her rather confused. Laying in a huge mass was what looked to be a huge pile of metel. Bllod was every where, along with humans, and body parts all over the place. Isist licked her lips as she looked out at the site, but she was not syupid, she my be young, but she knew better. The young white wolf had already delt with humans once before, and she knows how they can be. She wasn't just going the jump right into all of this, no way, it would be suicide. Even if these humans were weak and that didn't mean they couldn't hurt her. unlike the wolf that she saw luking around, Isist would wait. She would wait for the night to come, wait for even more of them to drop dead in the snow. Her chuckled to herself and shook her head. Humans, they know nothing. She thought to herself as she laid down and watched the people ran around like lost pups in a fire.

[Wolves-Rule1]

Jake


Jake's heart pounded as he leaned against the tree behind him. The adrenaline was slowly wearing away, the pain and cold were starting to get to him now. After sitting by the tree for a few minutes Jake felt some one touch him. Opening his midnight blue eyes, what sat before him a girl, blood and in pain. Jake frowned at her as she tried to speak. Her tongue was clearly not there. The raven haired by winced at the thought of the pain that she must be going through. The girl before him begged for him to help her. Jake frowned once again. Not have a clue what to do.

Jake's eyes looked over the girl. " I.. I don't know how to help you." Jake new how to do alot of things, but a person missing half their tongue, how was he going to help with that? Jake's eyes fell to the bloody snow and his body started to shake. Not only from the cold, but from the shock as well.

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