Don't Panic (A Post-Apocalyptic, Semi-Literate RP)

[Shujinco2]

((We need to fight something soon. :D Hiding in pickle barrels is fun, but I want some action))

Shu looks at his gun.

"It's not out of bullets" Shu said, looking at the ammo within the gun. "So why didn't it go off?"

Become tired (finally) from his night watch, he judged he's been keeping guard for two and a half hours now.

"Let's see: four of us, out of 10 hours, equals 2.5 hours for each of us."

Walking over to David, he nudges him with his foot. "David, time to keep guard."

[Shujinco2]

((Good point. ;) ))

[Kilroy]

((Holy crap this is growing too fast ;-; ))

Gregg wakes up on the boat. He must have passed out right when he got on. He was having a wonderful dream about a Pre-Armageddon sitcom he used to watch, something with a guy named Jerry, he thinks.

Gregg decides to take a stroll around the boat again. Might as well, he thought. "You don't want your muscles collapsing on themselves, Mr. Casey." he says to himself. He always liked to refer to himself as "Mr. Casey" for some reason. Before Armageddon, he had a really nice fedora that he'd wear almost anywhere. Gregg realized that he really hadn't done anything on the boat when he got to his room, so he decides to take a look around. Within the room is a bed, a small closet, and a bedside table with a drawer in it. He opens the drawer first.

"A pencil and paper? What could this be?" The paper had something written on it.

I can't take this anymore. I have no one left. This is pure hell. I'm taking my own life only because it's the right thing to do.

I love you, Gregg.

Hope.

This is impossible. It couldn't be. Hope? On this boat? The boat that rescued me? She took her own life because of my absence? Gregg burst into tears for the first time in years. He hadn't cried since his father died.

After that little fit, Gregg still needed to do some scavenging. He folded the note up and put it in his pocket, along with the pencil. He went to the small closet, and opened it, and was quite surprised to see the contents of the closet.

- One White Fedora
- One White Tuxedo
- One Gas Mask
- One Pair of Dress Shoes
- A small pistol with an extra clip of ammo.

"Christ, it's my lucky day! A new outfit and a new weapon!" He changed his clothes, and put the gas mask on. Damn, did he feel classy.

He walked out onto the boat, and attempted to find the captain. According to the captain, if he could be called that, they were almost to the mainland, where there should be food and shelter. Hopefully.

((Wow, I wrote a lot there.))

((Also, I'm going to feel weird if I meet up with the other characters. I'm 35 and they're all 14-19 DX))

[Triforce_Luigi]

((Why, pray tell, would anyone keep their white suit in the same place as their gas mask and pistol? And how the hell does all this stuff survive freakin' meteors and earthquakes without a scratch?!))

David opened his eyes and looked up at Shu.

"Why'd you wake me up instead of them?" he asked, somewhat annoyed. Regardless, he got up anyway.

[Light]

((Yes, it does seem odd, but it was on a boat that survived Armageddon, so I guess I'll let it slide.))

Harver shifted a little in his sleep due to the noise that was happening outside of his dreamland, but did not awaken.

[Kilroy]

((Well, you see, the suit is just that amazing.))

Gregg was standing at the front of the boat, looking for the land that they were going to land on. From the other survivors, who, for some odd reason, all happened to be adolescents, he had learned that island that they were traveling to was known as "Traceasa". According to his thoughts, "It must be the hip new lingo these days..." One of the nicer survivors gave Gregg a book when he was walking around the boat. It was War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells, one of Gregg's favorites.

Anyway, Gregg was looking out, etc. He could have swore he saw a tiny patch of sand earlier, but that turned out to be nothing. Eventually, the mainland became clearer and clearer. Traceasa looked beautiful, but who knows what it'd be like once they arrive?

((For simplicity's sake, is everyone near the shore?))

[Anarchy_Jas]

((No, we're deep in the muthaintercourse in' land. >:D No, I'm kidding, we're near H2O, the shore.))

Jas winces and coughs a little in her sleep. She sits up, opening her eyes a bit, and just stares at the others. Without any words whatsoever, she lays back down and goes back into slumber... that is if she was even awake in the first place.

[Triforce_Luigi]

Around two and a half hours later, David, bored out of his mind, decided to wake someone else up to keep watch. He decided to wake up Jas, since she was closer and he was tired.

"Jas. Wake up. Keep watch."

[Anarchy_Jas]

Jas isn't exactly the best person to awaken when stricken with sleep deprivation. She quickly sits up, now growling a bit, and holding a good sized rock. "What the hell man!?" She throws the rock at David. "Lemme alone!" The girl lays back down, probably not caring or realizing what she did.

[Kilroy]

((Oh, poop, it's night D: ))

Gregg wakes up in the middle of the night, he realizes he fell asleep on the deck of the boat. Whoops.
However, the good news is that the shore is about 10 minutes away. Everyone wakes up almost as soon as the boat hits the shore, and rushes off onto the island. Gregg was basically trampled before he could get off.

Gregg was extremely tired still. It was probably around 3 in the morning, and he passed out right when he hit land from exhaustion. He thought he saw a different group of teens before he fell, but he can't remember.

((It's up to you guys who I'm going to be with D: ))

[Triforce_Luigi]

David ducked just in time, and the rock crashed against the wall and bounced to the ground with a thud.

Note to self: Don't wake up Jas.

He proceeded to try and wake up Harver, then quickly lay back down and went back to sleep, not really caring if Harver actually got up.

[Light]

Harver felt something against his shoulder, which woke him up instantly. He looked around, and realized everyone else was asleep. Guess it's my turn to keep watch. He yawned, and began to read his book, as his ears worked better than his eyes.

[Anarchy_Jas]

Jas giggles a bit and turns over as a bit of grass brushes against her. "I wrote that?" She mumbles, legs stretching out. "Nah-uh..."

[Eizweir]

Tav reached a ledge in the mountain, and turned around and lookes to see what he could see..

... What.. Happened..?
He saw a torn landscape, littered with ruin and destruction around him.  Looking out over the ocean, he thought he could see a bigger landmass to the northeast of him.
Maybe there are people on the mainland!  But how am I to get there...
At least now I know where I need to go...

Tav looked down the mountain he climbed.
"Wow...  That's high..."

OoC// This is assuming the islands are close enough to be seen from each other, but if it's supposed to be the size of an entire continent then idk >_>

[The Riddler]

Name: Blank.
Gender: Male
Age: ???
Appearance: Apparently fairly young, with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face full of scruff. Clothes are torn and he himself looks worn out.
Weapon: Dull knife and hammer made from stone, and a net made from vines.
Biography: Blank was once a great guy, fairly wealthy, and loved by the people of his village. After the Armageddon, he woke up on a small uncharted island. He had no memory of anything, but could tell from smoke and fire in the distance that something had gone horribly wrong. He couldn't remember his name, and since there was no one around to talk to, he referred to himself as Blank. What seemed like forever passed, and he grew tired of being alone. He built a raft out of materials from the island, and decided to head toward the mayhem that was inland. That was months ago, he's been drifting since. It seems like the shore never gets any closer. His only possession is a pendant with a picture of a young brunette woman.
Starting Point: Between Klik and Traceasa in the waters of Olmora.

((Since I likely won't be TOO active, I made my character disconnected from the rest of the cast. When he eventually interacts, I'm probably gonna rely on you all to help build his story. I'll leave key points and you guys can fill in the holes, as if you're trying to help Blank learn his past. Does this sound good?

Edit: Also, didn't read the characters to know there was another amnesiac, but whatever. :P))