cargo box (mystery event)

[NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER]

mystery event

it seems like it's been ages since the last cargo box was dropped by "them" so, you're lucky now that you've spotted one being dropped in the jungle. now begins the journey to find it. you've set out with two other people to find the box, you each have a bag, and some water, and each others company. you're bound to bump heads a few times while you're out there, but can you trust everyone you're with? how do you know they aren't going to steal something from the cargo box.

cargo holds:
12x bottled water
10x varying seeds
1x bottle of water purifier
1x pack of hooks
12m of rope

[austen]

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he saw the parachute in the distance, he must've been the first awake that moment. but he was already in action. austen was one of those guys that preferred to keep to himself, he was too much of a leader to let anyone else tell him what to do. but he was sure he wasn't going to be able to get everything back here alone. he began the walk down from his little camp set up, towards the other huts. there's a cargo drop! he announced, hurry your ass up, cause i'm not about to wait for someone to come with me! as he started towards the jungle. he was going to give them a chance to wake up of course, but he was eager to get there and see what they had. he'd head about these drops, he didn't know much about them, but he knew they contained items that people were going to be needing very soon. he'd only been on the island a little while, he was one of the last to be deposited here, and it had definitely taken a toll on him. but he was coping as best as he could, considering what was happening here. he'd made trips through the jungle a few times, he'd had to cooperate with people he wished he'd never even have to talk to, but he didn't exactly have a choice. he was stranded here on this god forsaken spit of land with nothing but these idiots to keep him company.

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[dominic henry everdeen]

Dominic was always one to wake up at the crack of dawn, especially now that he was on the island. If sleep wasn't such a necessity, he would have viewed it as a weakness because it was easy to miss certain dangers or occurrences whilst in a deep slumber. He only slept when his body told him it was necessary, so on his morning run on the sandy shores of the island, he witnessed the parachute falling from the sky. After being dropped off among the last lot of captors, Dominic had yet to see precious cargo being given to the islanders. Dominic of course made his way swiftly towards the huts on the island, knowing that he wouldn't be able to collect the cargo alone. Soon, he was able to hear the voice of Austen Maine. Dominic sighed as he reluctantly made his way towards the most obnoxious man on the island (in his opinion anyway). "Impatience is a sign of weakness. Let's go." Dominic announced dryly as he made his way past Austen without another word, towards the jungle as he took the knife that he had obtained on the island from his belt, preparing himself for any dangers that might come his way.

[barbie jennifer mchale]

[/style][style=width: 460px; border-top: 10px #ee82ee solid; border-bottom: 10px #ee82ee solid; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; text-size: 11px; font-family: times; color: #000000]She hadn't slept. She'd been up all night cleaning off the boar she had caught the day before, and was readying to dry it out for storage when she saw it. The parachute. She'd seen something like it before drop down onto the island, but never actually went to investigate. She was timid when it came to things from the outside. She didn't want to get hurt. Not like she didn't get hurt enough as it was. She pulled her disheveled hair into a long ponytail and stood up from the rock she had been sitting on as she cleaned the boar, her eyes never leaving the spot where the parachute had landed.

Barbie grabbed her backpack from beside her and threw it onto her shoulder. This time she was going to find out what was in these parachutes that kept falling from the skies. She didn't know whether they were good or bad, but this time she was going to find out. She followed a small path in the jungle, but stopped when she heard voices and hid behind a bush. There, she watched two men pass. We're they after the parachute as well? Barbie pulled her small switchblade out and readied it, clicking it to life. She watched them. Who were they? She had never seen them before. And we're they dangerous?

tagged: open outfit: CLICK words: unknown notes: hay thurr, buddy.

[austen]

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austen growled low under his breath as he heard the approaching footsteps of dominic. the words that left his lips only caused a scowl to mar austens features and he trudged after him, trampling the undergrowth, and snapping branches under his heavy boots. you know, you should just go back to camp, no doubt you'll probably cut yourself and act like a little girl when you do. he shot after him, pausing as he heard a slight ruffling. his hand shot out, gripping the side of doms arm as he pressed a finger to his lips, glancing around quietly. someones here. he whispered shooting him a glance, hearing the click of the knife austen smirked to himself. really, you're going to come out here and threaten us with a knife? he called around them, shaking his head we're going after he cargo. feel free to join us. he glanced around, his eyes locking on a spot where he had thought he'd heard the sound, before he dropped the hold on doms arms, and started forward. he had no time to waste with people on this island, no care in the world for what could happen to them. some would call him selfish, and perhaps he was, but on this island, anyone could turn on you in an instant, and he wasn't about to let anyone close enough to show any form of weakness. better be something decent to eat, i'm sick of fish. he mumbled under his breath, as he reached for the half empty bottle in his bag, unscrewing the cap as he sipped it gingerly. and keep up, cause i'm not waiting for either of you.

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[dominic henry everdeen]

Dominic merely ignored Austen's snide comment. He knew all too well that he could have made Austen act like a little girl, but it took more than a snide comment for him to unleash the monster within. He was used to keeping his cool, so he pushed on through the jungle. Dominic's reflects caused him to pull his arm away as Austen tried to get his attention. He sighed in frustration. "Yes, I'm aware that someone's here and that stealth isn't your strongest trait." He snapped in a half whisper, annoyed at the fact that Austen had just given their mysterious vistor an advantage. He was stuck on this island with fools, absolute fools and it was clear that Austen was the leader of the fools who thought that acting like a tough guy would insure their survival. "Show yourself. We won't hurt you unless you give us reason to." He called out to their visitor. It wasn't a threat, merely a stated fact.

[barbie jennifer mchale]

[/style][style=width: 460px; border-top: 10px #ee82ee solid; border-bottom: 10px #ee82ee solid; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; text-size: 11px; font-family: times; color: #000000]She emerged from her hiding place slowly, Her knife at the ready. She cursed to herself, but didnt let it show. They'd figured her out. Barbie looked at both men carefully, not letting her guard down just yet. She didn't know them, didn't know who they were or what they were capable of. All she knew was what they were telling her and she couldn't yet trust their word. "The cargo?" she asked. Was that what was in those parachutes that came from the sky? Cargo? But what kind of cargo? Good, bad, useful? This got her curiosity going and she began to follow, putting her knife back into her pocket as she went. Though she still didn't trust them.

tagged: open outfit: CLICK words: unknown notes: hay thurr, buddy.

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[austen]

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austen had little patience whn it came to the people on this island, and dom was usually one of the ones to test it. he didn't know what it was about the guy that really set him on edge. perhaps it was because their personalities were so similar, they were meant to butt heads. two males with a very strong personality,it wasn't going to be a nice trip. he could have assued anyone that from the moment he'd stepped into the jungle, dom on his heels. the cargo. austen repeated with a rolling of the eyes don't go asking us what's in there, cause i doubt either of us have been to one of the pick ups before... hence why i'm going today. i'm sick of jack getting first pick of everything, it's not right. he added hastily, tucking his bottle back into his bag as he pushes some branches out of his way, stepping off the worn path to head in the direction he was sure he'd seen the parachute fall. it's probably caught up in the trees, so keep your eyes peeled. he huffed out, his brows wrinkling fuck.. i could really go for a smoke right about now. he mumbled under his breath.

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[dominic henry everdeen]

To say that Austen wasn't one of Dominic's favorite people on the island was an understatement. Whether it was due to clashing personalities or two men merely fighting over an alpha position within the group could be debatable, but boy did Austen irritate Dominic. He moved silently through the trees, towards the direction of the parachute, keeping his eye out for it, before falling back to walk with their visitor. "What's your name?" He began to question her in a neutral tone. "How long have you been out here?" He added, having the need to find out who this young woman was. She appeared to be harmless, but Dominic was one to keep on investigating until he got down to the bottom of discovering a person's intentions.

[barbie jennifer mchale]

[/style][style=width: 460px; border-top: 10px #ee82ee solid; border-bottom: 10px #ee82ee solid; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; text-size: 11px; font-family: times; color: #000000]Barbie watched the two men carefully. She was unsure of their own intentions. The first one had said that they were headed for this cargo, but what did he mean by this? Did they have a stash of supplies somewhere that she hadn't known about since her departure from the others? Or was it the parachute shed seen from her cave. She wasn't sure, so all she could do was follow and and hope it wasn't some trap.

She kept her hands at her sides, her fingers ready to reach back for her knife if the moment struck that she needed it. She eyed the second man as he fell back into step beside her, her dark and sullen eyes, watching and committing everything she could about him to memory. She shrugged. "I don't know. What's the date?" she asked. She felt as though she could have lived here her entire life from everything she had been through, but the reality of her stay was much shorter only having been stranded for little over a year. She licked her lips and glanced up at the second man. "Barbie. And what is yours?"

tagged: open outfit: CLICK words: unknown notes: hay thurr, buddy.

[austen]

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austen found conversation between them lacking, there was no point in even attempting to make any sort of friendly conversation with two people he'd rather have never known. in reality, if he'd been away from the island, he'd have found himself busy back in his workshop, working on his cars and looking after himself instead. god he wished he was back there, he wished he could have been working under the hood of his car, greased up and engrossed in some actual work. instead, he was stuck hiking through the jungle with a pair of nimrods. are you seriously asking the date? are you a retard? we're stranded on the island, i highly doubt anyone has kept track of what the date is. his eyes rolled as he spat back at them, reaching for the knife strapped to his belt, as he hacked his way through some particularly tough undergrowth. his eyes trained over the canopy of trees above their heads, and his ears pricked at any noise he could make out. from the calls of birds, to the cracking of twigs as they were crushed under his heavy boots. austen was well aware of what was going on around him.

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[dominic henry everdeen]

Dominic decided to ignore Austen's remarks as best as he could, not wanting to waste his energy on mindless retorts that wouldn't benefit their mission. Despite his lack of trust for the new comer, he was glad that he was no longer alone with Austen and had someone else to focus on. The two men were both headstrong, so a brawl in the middle of the jungle could have easily escalated. "August twelfth." Dominic answered simply. Unlike others who simply disregarded the date, Dominic kept track, as if as a way to keep himself civilized. Clearly their visitor had given up on being civilized long ago. A questioning frown appeared on Dominic's features for a brief moment as the young woman mentioned her strange name. It was kind of ironic since she looked nothing like a Barbie doll. She had beauty, yes, but Dominic could tell she had become wild since being away from the group for so long. "I'm Dominic." He stated. "Are you alone out here?" He asked almost suspiciously as his eyes subtly searched their surroundings as they walked, trying to spot a trap or perhaps an ally of Barbie's.

[barbie jennifer mchale]

[/style][style=width: 460px; border-top: 10px #ee82ee solid; border-bottom: 10px #ee82ee solid; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; text-size: 11px; font-family: times; color: #000000]Barbie blinked and looked down at he ground as she walked. August twelfth? Had it really been a month? Or had it been thirteen? He hadn't been specific enough and was starting to frustrate her. It didn't help that the first man was making snide remarks towards her. Sure she wasn't the sharpest rayon in the box, but that didn't mean she was retarded. She looked up and glared at the man in front of her, refraining from making out her knife and slitting his throat. She was really starting to dislike that man, no matter how good-looking she'd found him.

Doing her best to ignore the first man she focused on the second, Dominic , he'd called himself. She almost smiled. She really liked that name, but she would not show any sign of weakness. Not until she knew that these guys hadn't been following her the entire time in a plot to kill her, or worse. Sure, it wasn't as if her own name was anything special, Barbie. Ha, it was actually a little ironic. Not only did she look nothing like the tall, skinny doll, attempting to portray the "perfect" image of a woman, but it was more ironic than ever. However long it had been, she had been a model, something that Barbie had been herself, but now she wasn't. In fact, she probably wasn't even as beautiful as she'd once been. Her hair was a mess, and she hadn't had a proper shower in who knows how long. She was also quite wild. Almost feral. She'd been on her own practically since the beginning, and it was taking a toll on her.

She looked back up at Dominic and nodded. Yes, she was alone. She was always alone, and for some reason she liked it that way, and wanted it to stay like that. "But what is the year? I need to know. I need to figure out how long I really have been on this island; alone." She stated. She then turned her attention back to the first name. "What about you, good-looking? What's your name?" She might as well ask. Who really new how long this walk to the parachute would really take.

tagged: open outfit: CLICK words: unknown notes: Oh my goodness, sorry that's so long.