A Child Shall Lead Them ~Advanced Roleplay~ discussion

This cove isn't that easy to find it can be overlooked easily as well. It is concealed in bushes and the path to the cove is narrow. But if you get down into the cove its a nice place to collect your thoughts or sunbathe on the sand.

Rayven had seen the other kids on the hill but paid them no mind and had continued on until she found the cove and walked down a small natural trail, and sat by the water. She looked around to make sure she was alone then put her feet in the water.

Mason opened his eyes and let out a quiet groan at the sharp pain he felt in his side. There was something terribly, terribly wrong. He wasn't supposed to wake up like this. It was too bright for him to process anything around him, and when he tried to lift his head, he was too dizzy to make out what was going on. The pain in his side had been what roused him. That and the taste in his mouth. He grimaced and rubbed his tongue around his mouth only to find there was some rocky substance in it. Almost... Almost like sand.
That was when he could hear the waves. And the heat became more and more apparent. And he realized finally that he wasn't on his bed at all. That instead, he was laying face down on a beach someplace. He struggled to sit up only to find that he nearly threw up when he did so. He felt positively miserable.

What happened last night? Where am I? Where's....

"Mason!"

Before the thought was even finished the shriek was already processed. Emery. Emery, the love of his life, the only thing he would ever care about again. His sister. Where was she? He tried his best to struggle to his feet, but there was blood on the sand, blood from his side. He'd cut himself pretty badly, and now he was feeling dizzy again. He could feel himself spinning and spinning until he fell right back into the sand, where everything went dark.
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When he woke again, it was getting darker, and there was a bitter chill to the air. The bleeding had slowed, but he was amazingly weak. He struggled, shaking, to get to his hands and knees, and then to his feet.

"Emery, Emerey?" he called, his voice rough and cracked. His eyes darted this way and that. "Emery!" he tried shouting, but he only found that his throat was too dry to allow him to shout. He tried processing where he was. There was sand, sand and a whole lot of rocks that were lining the shore. Probably where he cut himself. He could see a path and heavy brush in front of him, but no sign of Emery. He struggled to balance himself before half running half limping toward the path. "Emery!" he cried. He had to find her. There was no way he was losing her.

Rayven watches the male run off yelling; she had complete lack of interest so she just walks around, trying to figure out how she got here and how she was going to leave.

As he reached the edge of the woods, Mason discovered how dense the forest was. He let out a cry of disgust when he realized that Emmy would have never been able to survive in there, not with animals and what not, not alone. She might eat a poison berry, or touch a frog innocently thinking it was fine, but finding it was some poisonous dart frog or some other ridiculous thing. He began pacing, thinking helplessly about what he could do, when he spotted someone walking around. On the one hand, he was relieved to see someone that he could actually associate with, and yet on the other hand, he was almost disgusted by the girl on the shore. She'd seen him there, bloodied. She'd heard his screams for his sister, and she'd just been passive to the entire thing. With a scowl on his face, he stormed toward the mysterious girl, obviously upset.

"Hey, you!" he shouted at her. "I'm talking to you. You've been twiddling your thumbs around here. Have you seen a kid, about ye high, blonde hair, big green eyes?" he demanded, sounding cold. He made her height known by holding his hand up to a specific point. He hardly gave her time to answer when he snapped yet again. "Well? Have you?" he almost shouted.

Rayven sighed, "I really don't appreciate such a rude tone, but whoever they are," she gestures towards the shoreline "I saw a bunch of people over there, that's why I came here, I dislike people." she din't understand why he would be looking for anyone at the moment, who know what might happen while they're here, she'd rather be here for herself and everyone else can support themselves, and if not? Well, great way of getting the weak or stupid ones out of the gene pool.

Mason rolled his eyes and almost started at her, but managed to physically hold himself back. "Oh, I'm so sorry for bothering you." he said sarcastically. "But it's not my fault I just woke up on this god damn island, not knowing where I am, bleeding half to death, and with my little sister gone!" he roared at her, narrowing his eyes. "Maybe it's better you stay away from people, you don't exactly seem to give a shit about anyone other than yourself." he bellowed before turning on his heel and storming toward the path she had gestured toward.

Maybe there would be other people around. People who would actually want to help him find Emmy.

"You're quite right on the fact that I don't give a shit about these people, why would I? I don't know them." she smirks at his slight hysteria, secretly enjoying others pain. "Though I don't think I'll avoid you people, you will be too much fun to mentally tear apart."

Seeing as the male had run off Rayven decides it's time to find a new spot to chill at and head towards the jungle.

Mason shook his head in disgust as he walked away. He couldn't stand people like her. Twisted, disgusting, and generally miserable to be around. With a heavy sigh, he decided to - instead of fighting with a psychopath loner - actually put effort into finding his little sister. Without her... He might end up like her. And, to put it simply, he did not want to be like her.

So, from there on, he pushed through the brush and began wandering toward the beach.

(to > beach)

Michaela pushed some overhanging vines out of face and saw the cove.
Sure, the hill had had a fire, but Michaela felt a little intimidated by the other kids. She didn't know any of them and none of them seemed very keen to speak to her.

Michaela slipped off her Converse and sighed. She had fallen asleep on Uncle Vincent's sofa and now was here.

Just then Michaela spotted another girl. She took note of her apearance and clothes.
Not wanting to be alone (or, she thought, as alone as she was), she said "Hello!" brightly, smiling.
"I'm Michaela. I'm so gladbyou're here. Well, not here on this island, but here, in this...cove. I mean, I was on the hill by the beach, and nobody was talking to me. I hadn't a clue what was going on, and so U kept moving, and-" Michaela stopped and grimaced.
"Sorry. I'm Michaela, anyway," she continued, no longer stammering.

*Sorry for mispellings!*

((Um... Rayven is already gone))

(Ah, okay. Haha I was talking to myself... :P)

Michaela edged a little closer to the water, dipping in a finger. It was cool and fresh, so she used some to scrub her face.
Then she sat back and thought.