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    We're on our own

    "Yeah, okay." Maz was a little overwhelmed by the amount of people who wanted to search for firewood--it was such a mundane task, after all. Which is exactly why they might want to do it, she mused. It would take their minds off of things. She quickly regained her bearings, her voice not...
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    Just tell me about you...

    I have an unusual first name. I can be dryly, unexpectedly funny. I want to be a medical doctor or police officer. Maybe both.
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    We're on our own

    Maz set her carry-on down as she examined the cave, overall satisfied with the choice. She didn't think of herself as the most rugged, kill-it, skin-it wilderness survival woman, but she wasn't a thin-wristed city girl who sat around buffing her nails all day, either. She could spend the night...
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    We're on our own [OOC]

    While this RP is frankly very unrealistic in terms of physical trauma (which is fine, since plane crashes are exceedingly rare anyway) , I'd be happy to answer any questions regarding treatment or identification of injuries or illnesses. Also, I'd like to add that my activity may be severely...
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    Things you like.

    I like the idiom "dressed to the nines". It amuses me.
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    When did you first start roleplaying?

    1. When did you first start roleplaying? Would have to say in high school, maybe the summer before freshman year. 2. How did you find out about rps? I had friends who roleplayed on Skype who invited me on other sites. 3. Has roleplaying affected your life in any way since you first started? I...
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    We're on our own

    Maz hadn't heard a thing Ava had said, but she made up for it by being more attentive; glancing at the wound as it was uncovered. Looking around at the rest of the group, she added, "I can collect firewood and I'll take a look at everyone's injuries when we get settled in. Check for concussions...
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    We're on our own

    Maz took a bottle of water and a few slices of fruit. She didn't trust herself to eat anything more, unsure of her body's ability to process it, but she was thirsty and had to keep her blood sugar up. She watched as Ava pad off, Faraji not far behind. She turned away to give them some privacy...
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    We're on our own

    "Mayday. This is..." Maz looked around, trying to find the plane's identification. It was located above the yoke. "Cessna Citation NS84. We are down--I repeat, we are down." There was nothing, not even static. She turned the frequency knob back and forth, trying to raise some signs of life from...
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    We're on our own

    Overall, the cockpit of the plane looked surprisingly intact. Despite the vulnerability of its position, it seemed to absorb the impact of the crash better than the cabin had. A few loose items had been tossed around, Maz noted. Gauges in the instrument panel were cracked and most of the glass...
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    We're on our own

    "I saw a man leave the plane. There may be--oh, here they come now." Maz nodded in the direction of the two survivors coming back towards the cabin. Taking one quick glance at the other two she was with, making sure they would be alright, she started picking her way across the wreckage. The two...
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    We're on our own

    Maz turned her head toward the front of the cabin, where she could finally see to whom the voices belonged to. A tall, dark-skinned woman was helping an Asian person out of a crevice, and she could see a young man exit the plane. Two other male figures registered in her view. Her right arm...
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    We're on our own

    The plane lay on its side, mangled and twisted on the rocky lip of the mountainside where it had come to rest. The gaping hole that had been the right side of the cabin now opened toward the sky, allowing the early afternoon sun to beat down upon the exposed interior. Perched as it was, the...
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    We're on our own

    She hated being afraid. Hated it with a passion. The anxiety of knowing that everything--even her own safety--was too far out of her own hands. It made her feel small and vulnerable--characteristics she'd profaned even as a child. She had always preferred to be in control, always chose to take...
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    We're on our own [OOC]

    As a heads-up, I probably won't be able to post until much later, probably around 9-10 PM EST. You all don't have to wait on me, but I'd like to be able to enter without causing a disruption.
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