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Markus gazed at the others:

"our leader Adolf smitler is the Dictator of all Baccardi...our Army invaded polandd, franze and north afrikaa..we are on the verge of starting a world war...i know we are un deafeatable but..i fear the worst..the worst for this new...Third Reich..us the Nazi's..

He awaited reations from the others..



OOC: i mean Adolf Hitler, Poland, France and North Africa..i just spell them differnt on purpose, Baccardi is Germany in WWII

Elena sighed. She'd always been taught that these people were somehow. . .semi-human. "Are you. . .a. . ." She couldn't form the word, "racist."

Argan shut his eyes. Even if Markus was part of a regime that was... ethnically biased, he probably wasn't like that. He would have given Argan too much grief by now. His tanned skin, hazel eyes, and albino-white hair were dead giveaways. He needn't worry. Besides, even if he were to cause trouble, he could handle it.

Markus seemed offended:

"no, no my dear! i wear this uniform for my country! i do not hate the jews as many others do!i have nothing to do with the camps..o.0 i said too much.."

Markus quickly shut his mouth...


OOC: Nazi Germany was not as Nazi's are today...they were not people who used the N word or made fun of gay people..just despised jews...

Elena seemed relieved. She smiled at him. "I am glad you don't hate."

sighs in relief as well. and he stays quiet.

Elena smiled. "I'm going for that swim now. Anyone care to come?" She waded back out into the water.

Argan hesitated, then nodded. "Sure."

The moon was shimmering over the water. Elena stroked softly. She waved to Argan.

Argan dove into the water, then came up near Elena.

Elena ducked back under the water and swam in circles, coming up to breathe.

Argan smiled and dove under as well, swimming freely.

Elena swam and swam. . .and accidentally bumped into Argan's head with her own.

Argan shook his head, then smirked while underwater. Splitting all those coconuts payed off.

Elena blushed for a moment. Good thing it was dark, and she was underwater where it couldn't be seen. She came up for air.

got in the water a minute after them and swam around a bit and near them, not hitting anyone.

Elena moved a little more carefully now, still smooth as ever.

Argan came up as well. "You should be more careful to watch where you're going, Elena."

Markus stood by the water watching, he was troubled as he thought about what was going on home...

"Sorry." Elena turned pink.

Argan covers his mouth in realization. Non-Muktaris can't open their eyes in saltwater.

OOC: Off for the night.

IC:
Elena got out of the water and dried her hair. She headed back over to her shelter and made herself comfortable. She settled down in her shelter, and fell asleep, dreaming of rescuers, her grandmother, "raves", and the little old lady she'd woken up.

Argan clambered out of the water. He made his way and went into his yurt, and for the first time in a long time, dreamed. (Not saying what!)

Tristan gets out of the water and into his hut and dries and then goes to bed, not dreaming of anything that night

bump

Argan stretchs his legs as he slowly begins to wake up. He crawls out of his yurt and picks up his spear. He wants bacon for breakfast. Fresh bacon.

OOC: Was gone Sunday and couldn't find thread. Sorry.

Elena climbed out soon after to find Argan gone. She began picking up wood and starting a fire.

Argan emmerges from the jungle. He is somewhat muddy, and carries a pygmy boar that has been stabbed in the side. He is mumbling something to himself about how the spear fell out when he sees Elena is up. "Hey!"

"Hey, Argan. Good thing I started that fire. That looks delicious."

Argan smiles and nods. He gets three sticks and makes one of those thingamajigs that hangs meat over a fire without you holding it, then begins to strip meat off the boar, hanging the strips on the middle stick to cook.

Elena took the hide and began to clean it. "Who knows when something like this will come in handy?"

Argan nods. "Good thinking. I'd suggest clothing, since everyone's seems to be fading, so to speak."

Elena grabbed 2 of the smaller bones, and used one to poke a hole through the other. "Now, what to use for thread," she pondered.

Argan hears Elena and holds up some sinew he seperated from the meat. "This should work."

Elena takes the thread. "Thanks." She looks Argan over a couple of times, then makes quick work of the hide. Soon, she has a pair of rough pants for Argan. She hands them to him. "We need something to pull them up with, like a rope or something. I don't have any elastic or anything to put in them."

Argan looks over the pants, then smiles. "Thanks. I could probably use my shoelaces as a belt." He ducks into his yurt to get them. He comes out with them and heads behind some rocks. "I'm going to try them on. If I'm not back by the time the meat is ready, would you mind taking it off?"

"Sure." Elena sits and watches the meat. She felt the warmth of the fire. She poked the meat a couple of times, but it wasn't done.

Argan comes back, wearing the pants. They are a perfect fit. "Thanks, Elena. They're great."

Elena took the meat off the roaster. "Done. Looks like the others aren't awake yet."

Argan shrugs. "Their loss. We should save some for them though."

"Of course." Elena thoughfully chews her piece as she looks at the sky.

Argan eats a piece of the bacon as well. "Things seem to be going well enough."

Elena smiles. "Hmm, I see some dark clouds. Does that mean rain is on the way or are those clouds from yesterday?"

Argan looks. "The clouds seem to be moving past us. We don't need to be worried about another storm, at least for the moment.

Markus got up to the smell of food:

"Guten Morgen!" he smiled and placed his cap on his head

he looked at the clear blue sky and said:

"beautiful day yes?"

OOC: Off for the night, feel free to RP Elena, just don't make her go wild and crazy.

IC:

Elena nodded her head and offered Markus some bacon.

"Ja, wunderbar."

:arrow: for Markus's response to Argan's linguistics.

walks out of his hut "Ohayo. I mean, good morning everyone." he smells meat "is there enough to suffice me and Markus?"

Argan tosses each of them a piece of bacon. "Ni san Tristan, ni san Markus."

"Domo arigatou Argan-san" and he takes a bite out of the bacon "This is good"

Argan chuckles as he bites into his second piece. "Ay. Elena helped. Mehr?" Argan shakes his head to try to focus on one language.

With the author's permission, I'd like to RP the part of a tribe of young boys who have a village on the other side of the island. They were stranded here when their plane crashed on the way to a foreign country, where they were going to be safe from the constant aerial bombing happening in their own country.

Come on, Temme, you know I'm a good RP'er.

OOC: Unfortunatly, i must get off for the night, its raining cats, dogs, and snakes out here.

IC: "Cool, and ill try to stop talking in Japanese ok?" he takes a few more bites of the bacon.

With the author's permission, I'd like to RP the part of a tribe of young boys who have a village on the other side of the island. They were stranded here when their plane crashed on the way to a foreign country, where they were going to be safe from the constant aerial bombing happening in their own country.

Come on, Temme, you know I'm a good RP'er.She's off for the night.

OOC: Ryanania, you're welcome to do so if no one else objects.

IC:

Elena finishes her piece and started on another one. "Hmm, what shall we do today?"

(Some of you may notice the influence of Sir William Golding in my posts)

Samneric ran up to Chief Jack and said, in their high tenor voices, "Sir, we been hearing strange noises on the other side of the island! We think the beast is back."

"You stupid little twerps, it's just your imaginations running away with you again," snapped Jack. He was 13 years old, and had been the president of the choir at his school, so it had been easy for him to declare himself chief, since he had the backing of the well-organized choir.

One of the hunters near Jack said, "I don't know, sir. I saw a strange glow coming from the other side of the island a few nights ago. I ain't sayin' it's a beast, but I think there's somethin' fishy going on."

"Fine. Tonight I'll take a few hunters with me to go check it out. But if you two are wrong..." He slapped his left hand with the back of his right hand.

OOC: sorry i forgot to watch topic for replys again lol, i always do that...


Markus walked across the beach looking out at the ocean,today his watch had stopped working and he lost track of time not that it matterd much because he didn't have to be anywhare...he seen smoke in the distance as it might be from a camp fire. He rushed back to the 3 yelling:

"we're not alone! haha there's other people on this island!! on the other side!! i thought i explored it all! i was wrong!"

He put on his cap and tunic, they were both filthy with sand aswell as mud but he still took pride in his uniform, washed it in the ocean every night before he went to bed..

OOC: sorry i forgot to watch topic for replys again lol, i always do that...


Markus walked across the beach looking out at the ocean,today his watch had stopped working and he lost track of time not that it matterd much because he didn't have to be anywhare...he seen smoke in the distance as it might be from a camp fire. He rushed back to the 3 yelling:

"we're not alone! haha there's other people on this island!! on the other side!! i thought i explored it all! i was wrong!"

He put on his cap and tunic, they were both filthy with sand aswell as mud but he still took pride in his uniform, washed it in the ocean every night before he went to bed..

Elena looked up. "Other people? Like who?"

Argan nodded and began working on perfecting his spear. Although they're neighbors may be in the same boat, they may not be in the same mood.

Elena turned to Markus. "What were they like? Were they castaways like us? Were they native islanders? What language do they speak?"

Argan pokes into Markus's hut with the blunt end of his spear. "Wake up, man. You can't just leave us in the dark like that."

Elena said, "I think we should make friends." She gathered a few bananas and coconuts, as well as a few leftover strips of bacon. She started on a new palm weave to wrap the stuff in.

Argan holds his new and imroved spear ready. "I'll go too, just in case they don't want to make friends."

"Hide the spear, though, okay? I want them to know we come in peace, not war. They might get the wrong impression, especially if they don't speak English." She finished the palm weave and wrapped up all the goods, then they set off together.

Argan nods and tucks the spear into his rope belt so that it goes along his spin, pointy side down. "How's that?"

"Sure. Thanks." She frowned for a moment. "Where exactly did Markus say the others are?"

Argan points toward a thin column of smoke that would be impossible to see if you weren't looking for it. Their fire was big, however, and could be seen for miles.

Elena was relieved that they weren't lost and began walking towards the smoke.

"He said on the other side of the island" he said, as he spars in the air. He got in trouble a lot at his home so he knows how to fight without a weapon.

The closest Elena had ever been to fighting was once when she pushed her brother to change the channel. Most of Temme society believed in "violence never solves anything."

"We're getting near their camp. Tristan, you go in front, followed by Elena. I'll take up the rear."

stops and looks at Argan "Ok, now i just hope they dont attack on sight. especially if they happen to have automatic weapons"

Markus took out his combat knife and started to sharpen a spear aswell:

"from what seen they appear hostile...they do out number us at least 10 to 1....we need to prepare defences..."

He looked around at the others faces wating for an expression to show what they thought about the situation...he needed somthing..they were speachless....

Elena took her place. In her hands she held the peace offering. "You guys, remember, 'violence never solves anything.' Don't worry about weapons unless we're attacked."

OOC off for the night. vulunteer work tomarrow...

IC: he looks to Murkus, speechless for some reason and then to Elena now taking her place. he takes his place in front of her. "Ok, i wont attack"

Argan signals for Trsitan and Elena to back away. "Not a good idea to approach hostiles. We'll let them come to us. I'll take first watch."

Elena looked at the gift in her hands. "What about this?"

We'll give them as a sign of good meaning when they come. We don't want to impose on them, they may take it as a threat."

"I suppose you're right, as usual." She didn't mean this in a spiteful way, rather, as a hidden compliment.

Argan raises an eyebrow. "Was that an insult or a compliment?" His tone of voice was humorous and inquisitive.

Noting his tone of voice, Elena replied, "I meant it as a compliment, but you can take it however you choose."

Argan nods. "From most, I'd take it as an insult. From you, I was going to take it as a compliment anyway."

Elena smiled, although she pondered the remark. What made her different from most? She then pushed the thought from her brain as she looked at the gift.

Argan hands Tristan his spear and gets out his Swiss Army Knife. "I always prefered short slashing weapons. You all better get some sleep."

OOC: Off for the night, like I said earlier, feel free to RP with Elena, just don't make her go wild and crazy.

IC:

Elena didn't think she'd sleep. She leaned against a tree, watching, waiting.

OOC: I'll bump it up in the morning.

Jack and three hunters snuck up on the unidentified camp, wooden spears in hand, and mud smeared on their faces for camouflage. Jack silently counted the people he saw. He began to move in for a closer look, but as he moved, he broke a large twig, making an audible snap. One of the intruders who was leaning against a tree turned its head toward him. Jack got up and sprinted back toward his camp, crashing through the foliage, the other three hunters following suit.

When he got back to camp, he roused everyone from their sleep. We have invaders on our island. They're probably here to conquer us and make us serve them. We aren't going to let them do that, are we, lads?!"

The rest of the young boys shouted, "no!"

"Right then! I want scouts out in the forest at all times. If you see anything, you come tell me! Ben, Neville, Winnie! You three take your spears and take the first scouting shift!
We'll have two battalions of warriors, one on alert, and the other sleeping. Baritones, you'll be the battalion that gets to sleep tonight! Basses (or what passed for basses in a boys choir), you'll be on alert tonight! Tenors, you set about making more spears! I want every boy here armed! I want the littluns and the former followers of Ralph to go start stacking rocks around the camp, to make a wall!"

Argan thought he saw something, but dismissed it as a pygmy boar.

Pinko BUMPy

stands holding the spear ready, never using one himself but knew how people in movies used it so he got ready like that. ~i look stupid...oh well~ he thinks he heard some shouting but shakes his head and doesnt care. Most likely, he thinks, is the memory of the kids and the caretaker at his home.

Elena heard some faint shouting. She whispered to Tristan, "Put that spear away. We must come to them in peace." She sighed. When would these guys get it that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar? Not that she wanted to catch flies or anything. . .

By the morning, many new spears had been fashioned, and the littluns had made a decent obstacle out of mounds of rocks they'd piled around the village. Jack sent out a new shift of pickets and the baritones took the basses place as the ready battalion.

Elena sat there, wondering how long until they'd meet her.

Argan had woken up and, after breakfast of a banana and half a coconut of milk, was making his yurt more presentable, not to mention sturdier.

Elena, too, spruced up her hut. She made it look a little nicer.

Argan finishes improving his yurt, which now looks like a large wooden igloo (still gonna call it a yurt). He smiles at his work, than looks toward the shore. He takes off his shirt and dives into the ocean for a swim.

"They are clearly invaders! I saw some of them with spears! They haven't tried to come talk to us, either; they probably think we don't know they're here! This can only mean one thing: they're here to conquer us! Tonight, I'm taking ten hunters with me to raid their camp, just like we used to do to Ralph's camp!" He said to the assembled village.

Argan surfaces from the water and whistles for the others to join him for a swim.

Must I BUMP?

Elena waved back and joined him in the water.

Argan dives underwater and begins looking around the surface of the water.

Elena moves a little out of the way before beginning to swim.

Argan surfaces again. "There's coral!"

"Coral? What does that mean?" Elena asked after she surfaced.

"You know! Like a reef!" He dives back under the water.

Elena decides to dive too and find out what all the fuss was. Unfortunately, she couldn't see under the water, and settled for feeling the coral.

gets done sprucing up his hut after they have. he walks out spear in the ground by the entrance "Hey, if you dont mind. im going to go an try to meet them peacefully. If i was right, they might think wrongly of us because of me so ill go. ok?"

Elena vaguely heard Tristan, so she excused herself. She listened and nodded. "I like it, you might want to talk to Argan, though. He's the expert. If you do go, though, take my bundle."

Argan surfaces from under the water, noticably closer to Elena. "Say something Tristan?"

nods "Ok and thank you" he tells and asks Argan what he said about his plan.

Argan nods. "My shirt is white. Tie it to the top of the spear to show you have peaceful intentions. If they try to capture you, tell them a sixteen year old and a nineteen year old with knives know where you went and want you back safe before nightfall. If they're willing to talk, explain that you don't want trouble."

Elena turnes to Argan. "Pardon my ignorance, but what is the importance of a coral reef?"

nods again "uh huh. Ok, wait, i should leave now. they might lead a raid or be more alert at night, right?"

Elena reminds him, "Take the bundle, it's in my hut."

Argan nods. "Hurry back though." He turns back toward Elena. "It's just important to know. Lots of animals live in corals. Don't worry, I checked, there aren't any that would hurt anyone, just the ones that would run away."

leaves them to get the bundle from Elena's hut and he gets his spear and heads back to Argan "may i borrow your shirt?"

"I see." Elena dove back under the water again to feel the coral.

Argan dives underwater again. He looks around admiringly of all the beautiful things at the coral.

Elena can't see it, but she runs her fingers along it until she needs to surface for air.

goes to Argans yurt and finds a white shirt, hopefully he wont mind if i use one from his place. he ties it to his spear as a flag and walks out of the yurt and off into the forst and come close to the encampment of those that he was to see. he sees the spears. he puts the spear in the ground and the flag lightly waves in the wind. hopefully, they'll see it. he wait there by the spear crouched

Elena's too busy swimming to notice that he forgot the bundle.

ooc: Temme, i did get the bundle before in the post before my leaving the camp post. but i cant use it, unless i know what is in it

IC: they dont notice him for some reason and he rises his head enough to see into the emcampment, only to see that half were asleep and the rest were looking in a different direction.

Argan surfaces a little while after. "What do you think?"

"I like it--well, what I can feel of it." She chuckled slightly.

OOC: Off for the night.

IC:

Elena said, "Well, it's been fun, but I'm exhausted. I'd better get back and sleep some." She climbed out of the water and walked across to her hut and fell asleep almost immediately, dreaming of coral and whoever might be on the other side of the island.

waits for them to come and find him.....he starts to get impatient and sleepy. he slaps himself everytime he almost falls asleep. He hopes that when they see the flag that they come with peace.

Argan notices it is nightfalls, gets out his knife, and goes for Tristan. He finds him half asleep near their base. "Definately hostile, huh?"

looks to Argan with sleepy eyes "Yea, ive been hearing them talk about what they'll do when they find us. when the hell are the gonna see this shirt/flag."

Argan looks over their camp. "Their oldest is smaller than Elena. If they want trouble, they'll bite off more than they can chew. You can have last wtach tonight."

"Last watch? what time is it now?"

"Nightfall. I'm taking first watch again."

"When does last watch begin?"

"When Markus wakes you up. That will happen when he gets tired."

OOC off fer the night

IC: "ok. so i head back to camp right?"

Argan nods, and the two of them head back to camp. Argan stands watch with his knife, and a peace sign is etched into trees around the perimeter of the beach.

Jack saw the carvings in the the tree, but didn't recognize them. What he did recognize, though was the fact that they must have been carved by the most important item known to the boys; a knife. They had fought a war with Ralph's tribe to get his knife. Two knives would be even better. He decided a change in strategy was in order. He led his raiding party back to camp and them his new plan.

"They have a knife. Whoever holds the knife, holds the power. I want boys watching their camp during the day to find out who uses the knife most, and where they put it when they aren't using it. We start tomorrow. Samneric, you two are standing watch tonight."

(Note: Their village is on a cliff accessible only by a narrow path which can be watched from above. Those of you who've read "Lord of the Flies" know what I'm talking about.)

Argan wakes up feeling refreshed. He checks his pocket: his knife is still there. He steps out and makes a breakfast of fish and coconut milk for everyone.

wakes up soon after Argan did and walks out to stretch out his legs and arms. he then eats the breakfast Argan made for them.

Several boys silently watched the camp.

Argan picks up a spear and throws it into a pygmy boar sleeping near one of the scouts. "You guys mind tossing our lunch over?"

The boy ran like the Devil all the way back to the village as soon as the spear flew through the air. He got a backhand from Jack for allowing himself to be seen. Now the village was even more convinced that the intruders were hostile.

Argan followed them and leaves the pygmy boar outside their base, then heads back, hoping to compensate for a wrong impression.

One of the younger hunters found a dead boar outside the village and thought If I say I killed this boar all by meself, I'll become one o' Jack's top hunters! He dragged the boar back into the camp, yelling, "I killed a pig!"

Argan yanks the rope the pig is tied to, sending the guy who nabbed the pig flying into the brush before he can say anything. "Tell your leader we don't want any trouble, and that pig is a token of our good will."

Elena crept up to Argan. "Hi. How's it going?"

Argan sends the kid back to his camp. "I've hopefully tied things up with the anklebiters. Did you have breakfast?"

"Not yet. I wasn't really hungry."

"Well, let's head back to camp then." Argan walks with Elena back to camp. "Do you still plan to stay here now that we know about those anklebiters?"

"What else can I do? Die? Go live with Grandmother?"

"Well, what if we're here until you're a legal adult? Then you don't need to live with her."

"Yeah, that's true. But if that's the case, I probably won't have the skills to live in Temme, and I'll have to live here forever. Not that I'd mind that. . ."

The boy never told anyone that he'd been captured by the intruders, because he was afraid Jack would have him beaten for being stupid.

(These are little kids, so their logic isn't going to be all that great)

"Who says you'd have to stay in Temme?"

"Well, is there some other place where a person can spend three years in near-solitude and then immediately be re-integrated completely into society?"

"Good point. I shouldn't have any trouble getting back into things in Muktar. Things are a lot looser there. You should visit it if you get the chance."

"I'd really like to do that. Come to think of it, my sixteenth birthday is in three months. I could enjoy being an adult for a while."

Argan nods. "There are a lot of priviledges with adulthood in Muktar. Driving, drinking, marijuana limit lightens."

Elena smiled. "Well, marijuna is unheard of here, and cars are illegal. Drinking, well, that's frowned upon but not illegal."

Argan smirks. "Then you'll be getting rare priveleges when you come to visit."

Elena chuckles. "Oh, maybe. 'Course, I might be disowned by everyone around me."

listens to them, having nothing to say.

Argan shakes his head as they enter the camp. "People in Muktar are very open. You don't need to worry about being isolated by others."

"I meant when I finally return home to Temme, as I suppose I must. Grandmother. . ." She smiles for a moment as she thinks of Grandmother in such a liberal society as Muktar.

Argan thinks about the same thing, and collapses from laughing so hard.

Elena found the laugter contagious, and soon they were laughing so hard they were rolling on the ground.

Argan eventually manages to settle himself down and smiles at Elena. "What are things like in Temme, anyway?"

"Very controlled. You'd probably have trouble living there because you're used to openness and liberalness. We have tons of social programs to help those who can't help themselves, and a strict moral code, both written and unwritten. Still, it's cut down on crime. We roam the streets at night without fear of being mugged."

Argan nods. "Oh, we don't need to worry about muggings. Part of the physical education program in our schools is unarmed combat, so everyone can hold their own if they get mugged."

"We believe that violence never solves anything. We're incredibly peaceful people. I've only been involved in one physical fight in my life."

"Really? What happened?"

"Oh, my brother and I were fighting over a television show. I pushed him out of the way of the remote so he couldn't change the channel. It was a boring show now that I think about it."

Argan blinks in suprise. "That wasn't what came to mind when I thought of a fight. Well, at least your people don't need to deal with enemies abroad. Muktar is sending diplomats to every diplomatic event it can find to get general good face in the international community."

"We had an enemy once. We dealt with them, though. They were a terrorist group. Anyhow, they're all rounded up and in jail. That was when I was a young girl, about 6 or 7.

"Muktar had to deal with terrorists once. It was nothing like that, though. Their homeland had been overtaken by a world power with lots of big allies, and was being opressed. It wasn't preventing their attacks. They wanted freedom. And food. Muktar airdropped them food. For months, the superpower and its allies attacked, but we held firm. Then, the opressed nation announced that it would cease the attacks so long as the airdrops kept up. The attacks stopped seconds later."

OOC: Off for the night.

IC: "Refugees, that is so nice. We've taken in a few refugees in our time. Not many, although all are welcome."

just listens to them talk about their countrys. he doesnt talk of his country when he is out of it. Although, its getting a bit better, it still has the things he doesnt like nor doesnt want to talk about.

Argan stands up and offers his hand to Elena. "You still haven't had breakfast."

Elena takes his hand. "Oh, of course. You know, if we ever escape, you ought to visit Temme. They'd probably acknowledge your adulthood because you aren't a Temme citizen."

"I don't think so. Temme sounds diametrically opposite to Muktar, and the only insentive to go there wants to stay on the island."

"Well, I love my country. I just strongly dislike my grandmother." She took a breath. "Do you have a career back in Muktar?"

"I'm actually preparing for military service. Those who serve two years get paid scholarship."

"Military service, interesting. What sort of service?"

Argan smirked. "Guerilla. That's why I've been managing here so well."

Elena smiled. "I guess it's a good thing you came here, then. I don't think I could have survived."

"You give me too much credit. You were the one who found the fish."

"You helped me catch them. Remember? I was dripping wet when I tried."

"The time you tried yourself you didn't use anything. The second time I just herded them into your net. Anyone could scare fish."

"You speared them. I think that one was a team effort. You built our yurts and found us water when I was fast asleep."

"That was me getting bored easy. You better have breakfast, though. Coconut milk spoils fast and I'm running out of counterarguements."

Elena laughed and had some of the coconut milk. "Exactly, you're running out of counterarguments. You know you're the one who kept us all from dying."

"No, no. I just make living a lot easier."

"I don't know about that." Elena smiled. "This is a silly argument, isn't it."

"Exactly. Breakfast is right over there." Argan points toward the assembled food.

OOC: Could I pop in? Got nothing better to do. If so, where are you situated, i.e. on the beach, in the forest, etc.

OOC: Beach of an island. I'm not sure about how to go about your entrance though.

OOC: I think I know. Is there a jungle nearby?

Yeah. Keep in mind the age group though. Argan is 16, Elena is 15, I forget Tristan's age but it's around there, and Markus is 19. Ryanania's peeps are based off Lord of the Flies if Jack won.

OOC: Hmm.. Alright then. So, back to the original question though: Could I pop in? Heheh

OOC: Tristan is 14, and if no one else objects, I don't either.

OOC: I don't mind.

A man of about 20 stumbled out of the forest. He had brown hair and a girzzled beard, with matching hazel eyes. He was wearing an unbuttoned, stained grey leatherneck collared uniform. In his hand he carried a rifle and in the other hand a journal which he was putting back in his pocket. He walked to the ocean and began to drench his head in the lukewarm water, removing the sweat gleaming off of him. He stood up combed his hair with his hand, and just then realized the others eating.

"People!" He screamed with a heavy German accent as he ran towards them...

OOC: Ho boy.
IC: Argan turns toward the guy who was here first. "Oh!"

Elena looked at him. "Hi," she said simply.

The soldier walked towards them and began speaking once again, this time more calmly.

"Who are you? How did you get on zis island? I thought no ships or planes came within 100 miles of it!"

"Umm... why wouldn't they?"

"Well, our cruise ship caught on fire, so we were loaded into lifeboats. I didn't want to get rescued, so I jumped off. Argan & Tristan followed me, and Markus came soon after."

The man nodded at Elena, then turned to Argan.

"Vell, I presumed so! I haven't zeen one for a year now. By ze way, I am Karl Whitnoer. I am from Buechoria, an island you probably haven't heard of..."

"No, never heard of it. Where is it?"

Argan holds out his hand. "The names Argan, from Muktar. This is Elena from Tesse, and over there is Tristan from Tritanor. Markus is from Baccardi, but he's still asleep."

was standing behind Elena and Argan. he nods, never hearing of this island Karl spoke of. "Karl, how, exactly, did you get on this island a year ago?"

Karl briskly shook Argan's head, then turned to Tristan.

"Buechoria is situated in vhat we cll the Rejunes Sea, though many call it toherwise. I forget vhat they call it... But anyway, you asked me how I got here? Vell, I was a pathfinder for ze Buechorian Army. They wanted me to scout out an island with potential guerillas that may attack us. There was dense fog and visibility was basically zero. I made a blind jump onto what we thought was the island. After about a week, no one came to pick me up, and I found no signs of guerillas. So, I set up a permanent camp and I've been living in ze jungle ever since.."

"And you've been living without human companionship ever since?"

Karl grinned

"Well at least until you came"

"Well, then, it's good that we came, then. A whole year. Even I couldn't do that." Elena smiled. "Coconut?"

"What about those kids over on the other side of the island with the fort and the spears?"

Karl shook his head, rejecting the coconut.

"Other side of ze island? I usually don't explore too much. I live in the jungle in this area. Ze hunting is goot if you know vhat you are doing."

"Oh, yes. Argan has speared quite a few boars around here. If you want to check out the beach, there's fishing there too."

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OOC: Oh wow! Where'd this go, anyway?

OOC: The old server ate it. I found it again with Jolt.

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OOC: LOL Damn.....been nearly a year since i lost posted on this thread

Tristan nodded, he hardly understood half of what he said.

"A year is a long time......i think i wouldve committed suicide by now." he tried to laugh it off....

OOC: you know....getting back in character is hard when your gone for nearly a year....

OOC: Oh dear god, I'm a crazy marooned soldier with a funny accent.

RUNNNNN!!! :eek: