Plane Crash RP!

wait gotta go see ya.

(I’m here!)

(back! I was at dance class sry guys)

The rain pounded down on Dara's head. Ugh. Her hair was going to be an unbearably tangled mess after this. She scoffed. The last thing she should be thinking about was her hair. "Hello?" she called. "Does anyone need help?"

(back! I was at dance class sry guys)

(It’s okay!)

Celestia hoped she wasn’t wrong. She hoped she didn’t send Dara to her doom. To Celestia’s relief, thunder didn’t strike again. She didn’t want anyone to see her as a crying mess. She wanted to get up and help Dara, but her legs weren’t being so cooperative. Once again, for the umpteenth, Celestia cursed her luck.

Fin limped back to Dara. He collapsed onto the sand and let outa heaving sigh. “Have you found anyone?” Fin asked Dara as he brushed his damp red hair out from in front of his eyes. The only thing he really wanted right then was a donut, because honestly, what situation can’t be improved with donuts?

"Nope, no one," she sighed, smoothing back her poofy hair. "You?"

He shook his head. “Nah. It’s starting to see, like we’re the only sur-“ Fin stopped. He got up and turned towards the plane. “Wait…” Fin paused for a few seconds. “There! That. A sound just came from the plane.” he pointed out, then staggered over to the wreckage.

Dara followed him, still wary of her own limitations and the volatileness of whoever was out there. What if the person was dangerous? Both she and Fin were too injured to do anything about it. She approached the wreckage carefully. "Anyone?"

Fin walked through a hole in the side, wary of the sharp, broken edges. He called, “Hey Dara! I think I see some movement in here.” Fin cautiously stepped to the back of the plane where he could tell that something was stirring.

"Are they hurt?" She asked, peering back inside.

Fin crouched down. “No I don’t- oh wait,” he sucked in through his teeth. “There’s a gash right over their eye, and their leg is bleeding.” Fin shuddered. “We should get him outta here…”

(hint hint Moonlit Silver Knight hint hint)

(Wasn't Carson kidnapped/saved by Mihaka?)

¨My eye.¨ Carson could ignore it no longer. His eye had been severely hurt, he had to know how how badly. Taking off his bandage, Carson opened his eye. Nothing changed, he still couldn´t see out of his left eye. Touching it, Carson felt a large gash along his eyelid and he knew, he was blind in one eye. Reality began to sink in, he was stranded on an island, he was alone, and he had lost an eye. Carson sank to his knees, he wanted to cry but his tear duct was too damaged.

(Wait but isn’t that the last thing you wrote? Sorry maybe I got confused)

(Yeah, he almost died in a hole, Mihaka pulled him out to safety to a camp I think before letting him rest and heal. He woke up, panicked, realized he lost an eye, had a mental breakdown.)

(For simplicity sake we could have it that Mihaka stashed him in the plane for time being so she could help others. Would that be okay with people?)

(Ok, sorry. Thanks, that could work out. I sorta forgot about that)

(Anyone here?)

(Twiddles thumbs awkwardly)

(I am here! That would be okay with me.)

(yep that's fine!)

Celestia tensed. Did Skye realize she had been crying?
“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine!” Celestia exclamed. “I just want to help, y’know? Laying down, unable to do anything besides talk or sleep; I don’t like that.”

Celestia nodded.
“I’d like that,” she said softly. “If I had crutches or something to help me walk, that would solve our food problem.”

(anyone?)