"Erm..." Angel looked around the room. It was more of an office than anything, and the sharpest thing in there was a letter opener. Popping her head out of the doorway to look at Bobby, she glanced up and down the deck.
"There's nothing of use in there. There's some scissors and sutures in these kits, but that's it." She said, then paused. "Let's just get these back to the people, and then we can come back to look for knives and such?" She suggested.
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Howdy all! I figured it was about time I spruced up my bio section. Or, y'know. Wrote something in it other than WIP.
So! Things to know about my mostly-good self:
I'm a 20 year old female, hailing from a not-so-small town in the north east of England. I'm currently about a third through my second year at Uni, and have made some awesome friends there so far. I also debate. That's always fun - arguing has always been an annoying trait (for others, that is) of mine, so putting it into something one can have on their CV is great. The competitions are super fun too. Anyway, roleplaying.
If you've known me for a short or long while, you'll likely know what an absolute slut for fantasy I am. High fantasy to low, I love those kind of roleplays and will nearly always be interested in new ones that crop up. The same applies for Sci-Fi, but at the moment, I'm not feeling inspiration for a good ol' spacefaring RP. Gotta get the Mass Effect out again, get me craving some Turian booty again. However, I won't go for only these ones. SoL can interest me if they're run properly, alongside horror, mystery, romance, etc. I won't ignore something simply because it doesn't have magic or flying bears in it or something. As for level, I like to consider my writing high-casual to low-advanced. Hopefully others will agree with me on that one, haha. Anyway, here's a list of specific fandoms I enjoy, kind of in order of preference:
- Lord of the Rings Universe (Including The Hobbit)
- Dragon Age series
- Elder Scrolls
- Mass Effect Trilogy
- Star Trek (I'd love a Discovery one right now!)
- Star Wars (Specifically the time around the Prequels; while I shan't get into the whole Prequel/Original war on which is better, roleplaying makes for more excitement in the prequel era. Clone Wars guys, c'mon!)
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer
- Fringe
- Greek Mythology (PJO, but with the amount of Camp Half-Blood roleplays that have come and gone, I'd prefer one based more on the Original Mythologies)
- Norse Mythology
- Marvel
- Left 4 Dead
- The Walking Dead (Or any Post-Apocalypse Roleplay, really.)
- 'A Song of Ice and Fire' Series
- House of Night Series
- True Blood
- Deus Ex
- Blood Ties
- The Vampire Diaries (I admittedly abandoned the show and books when the plot got too boring, but I still like the Universe. I'd join a roleplay based in it, if it had original characters, that is.)
- Pacific Rim
Aaannndd I'll stop the list here before I go on forever. Basically there's a lot, particularly in the realm of fantasy. Hit me up if you want me in your roleplay, of if you'd like to do a 1x1 based around any of those areas, or even some additional ones if you think I'd be interested. I love original plots and Universes too, especially if they're done well.
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Glancing inside the room, and then at the cable, Angel took one end of it.
"I'll go in. You'll have an easier job supporting me than I would supporting you." She said, then smiled with a shrug. "Hey, who would've thought it - my tinyiness is useful once again." She said with a chuckle, tying the cable around her waist, and easing her way into the staff room.
It was a mess in there. Cables from the ceiling - which had various holes in it - scattered the room, along with books, pens, cups, etc. The desk was nailed to the floor, so while the chair was shattered in pieces on the far side of the room, it was intact. Normally, medical kits on ships like this were brightly coloured and easy to see. This, however, was not the case.
"Stupid ship." Angel muttered as she sifted through various boxes for the kit. After five minutes of nothing but pointless vitamin tablets, and a bottle of strong rum, she walked up to the desk to have a look inside. The drawers were locked, but the desk was fairly old, and water-damaged, so breaking open the drawer was easy even for her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she yelled out to Bobby that she had found not one, but two medical kits in the drawers. Opening them up, she saw that they contained painkillers, antiseptic, bandages, paper stitches, sutures and even that clear suture thread that the hospitals had. But there was no form of anesthetic. Other than the rum, of course.
"I'll go in. You'll have an easier job supporting me than I would supporting you." She said, then smiled with a shrug. "Hey, who would've thought it - my tinyiness is useful once again." She said with a chuckle, tying the cable around her waist, and easing her way into the staff room.
It was a mess in there. Cables from the ceiling - which had various holes in it - scattered the room, along with books, pens, cups, etc. The desk was nailed to the floor, so while the chair was shattered in pieces on the far side of the room, it was intact. Normally, medical kits on ships like this were brightly coloured and easy to see. This, however, was not the case.
"Stupid ship." Angel muttered as she sifted through various boxes for the kit. After five minutes of nothing but pointless vitamin tablets, and a bottle of strong rum, she walked up to the desk to have a look inside. The drawers were locked, but the desk was fairly old, and water-damaged, so breaking open the drawer was easy even for her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she yelled out to Bobby that she had found not one, but two medical kits in the drawers. Opening them up, she saw that they contained painkillers, antiseptic, bandages, paper stitches, sutures and even that clear suture thread that the hospitals had. But there was no form of anesthetic. Other than the rum, of course.
Also, CPR would not be used to bring some back to consciousness. It's to restart a heart.
So, you'd just get a seriously bruised chest, and wake up anyway.
I get the feeling I just got the doctor job on this RP. XD
So, you'd just get a seriously bruised chest, and wake up anyway.
I get the feeling I just got the doctor job on this RP. XD
By the way guys, Angel knows medical stuff from her Dad in the Army, who was a medic for some time - I probably should have mentioned the medic bit in the sign-up. Oopsies.
Anyways, she's probably the most qualified one on the island to be doing stitches - trust me, stitches hurt. I doubt many people would be able to do it to themselves without anesthetic.
Anyways, she's probably the most qualified one on the island to be doing stitches - trust me, stitches hurt. I doubt many people would be able to do it to themselves without anesthetic.
Angel felt better as Bobby hoisted herself up onto deck beside her, but had to look away after seeing the dead boy's face. The broken off bit from the rope hook was embedded in his face - he had obviously fallen on it in the crash. You could still see the jagged metal edge protruding from the ruin of his face. Angel hoped that she hadn't know him before, because that made it all the more worse, for some reason.
"Good idea." Angel complimented Bobby as she looked at the rope, and the two began their unsteady ascent towards the staff room. Hopefully there would be sufficient enough first-aid in there. "I think once we get the medical stuff to the injured, some of us should come back and look for food and water. And maybe some blankets too." Angel said to Bobby, wobbling slightly and grabbing the rope as they walked up. There was bound to be some fresh water somewhere on the island, as she had seen birds and even some rabbits holes further in the forest - she just doubted anyone would have the energy to find the source, or any food, tonight.
"Good idea." Angel complimented Bobby as she looked at the rope, and the two began their unsteady ascent towards the staff room. Hopefully there would be sufficient enough first-aid in there. "I think once we get the medical stuff to the injured, some of us should come back and look for food and water. And maybe some blankets too." Angel said to Bobby, wobbling slightly and grabbing the rope as they walked up. There was bound to be some fresh water somewhere on the island, as she had seen birds and even some rabbits holes further in the forest - she just doubted anyone would have the energy to find the source, or any food, tonight.
Placing her foot on Bobby's hands, Angel was lifted up with ease - she was pretty light, to be honest. Grabbing onto the metal thing, she leaned on it to see if it would fall or anything. As it didn't even wobble, she gave a sigh of relief and heaved herself up onto it, standing up uneasily. Peering over onto the boat, she smiled as her eyes caught on something.
"Oh, it's okay! I can see a rope now! And..." She cut off with a small gasp, covering her mouth. There was someone laid next to it, his back facing her, and lying incredibly still. What looked like blood covered the wet deck. "I think there's... a dead guy." She said softly, as if hoping not saying it aloud would make it not true. She'd never seen a dead body before. Never really been close to death either.
A determined - yet queasy - look set in her face, and she lifted herself up to the deck, easing herself over the side of the boat and landing on the slippery deck. Because the boat had been cracked in two, the angle of the ship was going upwards, so she all but crawled up to reach the rope, which was hanging around a large metal loop that looked to be snapped off. Inching forwards and trying to avoid the pool of blood around the guy - who she was trying very hard not to look at - she grabbed the rope and unhooked it. Backing away swiftly, she attached one end of the rope to a pole set in the deck, and threw the other end overboard towards Bobby.
"Oh, it's okay! I can see a rope now! And..." She cut off with a small gasp, covering her mouth. There was someone laid next to it, his back facing her, and lying incredibly still. What looked like blood covered the wet deck. "I think there's... a dead guy." She said softly, as if hoping not saying it aloud would make it not true. She'd never seen a dead body before. Never really been close to death either.
A determined - yet queasy - look set in her face, and she lifted herself up to the deck, easing herself over the side of the boat and landing on the slippery deck. Because the boat had been cracked in two, the angle of the ship was going upwards, so she all but crawled up to reach the rope, which was hanging around a large metal loop that looked to be snapped off. Inching forwards and trying to avoid the pool of blood around the guy - who she was trying very hard not to look at - she grabbed the rope and unhooked it. Backing away swiftly, she attached one end of the rope to a pole set in the deck, and threw the other end overboard towards Bobby.
Ilum
Rozalia was silent for the majority of the journey to Csilla, sat by one of the windows and staring out into the endless abyss of space, listening to music. This was the best way for her to meditate - drowning out sound wasn't a strength of hers, so she instead listened to songs that Markino had shown her as a young girl. It was mostly human music from the other Universe, from the 21st century, as they called it. He had even found a modified pair of earphones that could fit in her odd cat-like ears, and she used them on the ship.
Now, in the briefing room, the earphones were out, and any notion of drifting off into a day-dreaming meditation was gone. Rozalia was somewhat perturbed at how quickly they were being thrown into this thing, but she raised a hand at the regard of questions, and the Nautolan Jedi nodded in her direction.
"When you say to locate Master Greon and his Padawan, do you mean they've been captured? Is this also going to be a rescue mission?" She asked, hoping that was not the case. Infiltration she could do - although she left the hacking of information to others. Rescuing two Jedi would make the job even harder - and the fact that they were captured in the first place - including a fairly formidable Jedi Master - was worrying. What sort of things would they be facing in this Sith base? Thinking about this, Rozalia was suddenly struck by the fact that she had never come face to face with a Dark Jedi, let alone a Sith Lord. Not that she cared to mention this to the matured and stoic Jedi Masters around her, of course.
The Colossus
"Since when was war bad news for us?" Kellan scoffed quietly as the High Chancellor talked with Vallen. Kellan didn't particularly like the High Chancellor, and the High Chancellor didn't particularly like him - so Kellan stayed out of the view range of the hologram, arms folded as he watched the rest of the bridge scurry about frantically. Honestly. These people had no dignity. There were ways to do your job efficiently without looking like an insect while doing it.
"Hey, Boss-Man." Kellan attracted the High General's attention once the hologram had shut off. "I'm going to head down to the star-fighter bay, scramble the fighters so we're ready to get up close and personal when we get there." He said with a dark smile, the adrenaline already rushing through his veins. He loved this part of his job. Blowing people up in the air and being awarded for it seemed to be his dream job. He was just glad that Vallen was so easy-going when it came to the nit-picky rules; for example, Kellan had no interest in wearing a starched uniform every day and having a short haircut. He liked his long dreadlocks and comfortable battle wear. Thankfully, Vallen appreciated this. Hell, the guy himself wore whatever he wanted. Traditonal Khaleesh wear suited the alien High General far better than any Republic Uniform could.
Rozalia was silent for the majority of the journey to Csilla, sat by one of the windows and staring out into the endless abyss of space, listening to music. This was the best way for her to meditate - drowning out sound wasn't a strength of hers, so she instead listened to songs that Markino had shown her as a young girl. It was mostly human music from the other Universe, from the 21st century, as they called it. He had even found a modified pair of earphones that could fit in her odd cat-like ears, and she used them on the ship.
Now, in the briefing room, the earphones were out, and any notion of drifting off into a day-dreaming meditation was gone. Rozalia was somewhat perturbed at how quickly they were being thrown into this thing, but she raised a hand at the regard of questions, and the Nautolan Jedi nodded in her direction.
"When you say to locate Master Greon and his Padawan, do you mean they've been captured? Is this also going to be a rescue mission?" She asked, hoping that was not the case. Infiltration she could do - although she left the hacking of information to others. Rescuing two Jedi would make the job even harder - and the fact that they were captured in the first place - including a fairly formidable Jedi Master - was worrying. What sort of things would they be facing in this Sith base? Thinking about this, Rozalia was suddenly struck by the fact that she had never come face to face with a Dark Jedi, let alone a Sith Lord. Not that she cared to mention this to the matured and stoic Jedi Masters around her, of course.
The Colossus
"Since when was war bad news for us?" Kellan scoffed quietly as the High Chancellor talked with Vallen. Kellan didn't particularly like the High Chancellor, and the High Chancellor didn't particularly like him - so Kellan stayed out of the view range of the hologram, arms folded as he watched the rest of the bridge scurry about frantically. Honestly. These people had no dignity. There were ways to do your job efficiently without looking like an insect while doing it.
"Hey, Boss-Man." Kellan attracted the High General's attention once the hologram had shut off. "I'm going to head down to the star-fighter bay, scramble the fighters so we're ready to get up close and personal when we get there." He said with a dark smile, the adrenaline already rushing through his veins. He loved this part of his job. Blowing people up in the air and being awarded for it seemed to be his dream job. He was just glad that Vallen was so easy-going when it came to the nit-picky rules; for example, Kellan had no interest in wearing a starched uniform every day and having a short haircut. He liked his long dreadlocks and comfortable battle wear. Thankfully, Vallen appreciated this. Hell, the guy himself wore whatever he wanted. Traditonal Khaleesh wear suited the alien High General far better than any Republic Uniform could.
Angel glanced around, looking at the various bits of debris scattered around the ship. It didn't look like anything would be useful - they could try one of the rocks, but it would be way too heavy to move it.
"Hey, maybe you could lift me up? Then I could probably throw you down a rope or something - there should be on up there." Angel suggested, peering up at the metal thing sticking out. With a boost, she could easily get onto it.
"Hey, maybe you could lift me up? Then I could probably throw you down a rope or something - there should be on up there." Angel suggested, peering up at the metal thing sticking out. With a boost, she could easily get onto it.
Angel glanced at Bobby beside her as they ran towards the ship. The girl was older, taller, and looked stronger. Angel wasn't sure what help she herself was going to be on this ship - perhaps her small stature would help her out?
"I'm sure the guys will be okay. Head wounds always bleed a lot, and that burn wasn't even in the third degree." Angel pointed out pointlessly, hoping to find some light in the situation.
"I'm sure the guys will be okay. Head wounds always bleed a lot, and that burn wasn't even in the third degree." Angel pointed out pointlessly, hoping to find some light in the situation.
"Hm." Angel said to Luc sceptically. "I'm always up for an adventure too, but perhaps not this one." she said, then looked at the girl who had asked for the first aid. "We need to get the kit in the ship. Myself and Bobby are going - I'm Angel, by the way."
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