Summary: The opening will be similar to Lost (the TV show), but let's take it a different way, different peple, different backstorys and evetually, a different story alltogether.
Oh and feel free to "diss" my idea.
Rules:
Rule 1 - No furries please. It would destroy the sense of RP I'm trying to get at.
Rule 2 - Please, if you've seen the TV show, don't make all the elements the same, only some.
Rule 3 - Please don't blow all your characters details in a single description, it's pretty much Lost's trademark to learn about the characters at time goes on.
Rule 4 - More of a not-a-rule, feel free to play characters off and have arguements ect.
I will be playing:
Name: Mark
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown, Middle-length
Eyes: Brown
Nationality: UK
His eyes opened. The world was there, but not the world he could remember. He was gazing into the sky, with Palm trees creeping into his view, like a picture frame. Mark, got up and looked around. The palm trees surrounded him. There was a beach running down the side of the trees, Mark made his way through the tress to his left and to the beach. But from what Mark could see, passing through the trees, it was more of a scrapyard. The plane he had been flying on moments before, lied before him. Well, the center part of the plane at least. The tail and the cockpit was missing though. People were running around the plane in panic, others were limping, others were lying down, motionless.
Good idea, I'll be joining in.
Name: David
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Nationality: Irish
"Uggghhhh..." Regaining conciousness, body on its side, David could gradually hear cries, panic and feel... sand... under his right arm? What, had he been planning to go to the beach or something? Sitting up, viewing the people, shrapnel and flames, the truth dawned on him and he groaned. "C'mon God, I prayed to you on takeoff, I read the damn safty manual what more did you want?" As if in answer, a loud thought reverberated through his head: YOU'RE NOT DEAD. Having been sobered quickly, he quickly thanked God above (despite a sudden pain he was now feeling in his left shoulder) and got to his feet. Fleetingly he thought he'd need to contact his family, let them know he was okay, but this thought disappated with what he saw in front of him. People needed help. First rule in rescuing multiple people, quite ones first. Looking past the active, frantic activity of the others, he suddenly saw a still arm comming out from under a piece of wreckage, preying that this didn't mean what he though it would mean, he moved forward...
