Mors Island (IC)
The smell was the first thing Jorge noiced, it was surprisingly fresh and clean for a prison island, then he was sore. He felt like a brick wall had been dropped on him, after slowly standing up to make sure he was intact he noticed the put him in the same clothing he was wearing during the bank robbery.
A white button up shirt, black suit jacket, black suit pants, and brown leather shoes, they even included his black gloves.
Looking around he noticed a few small building in the distance, he was at the top of some small cliff in a forrested area. He turned the backpack around on his back and opend it up, Pulled out a single bottle of water and a single M.R.E, Spaghetti with peaches in syrup for desert, sounded gross.
Then he noticed a small metal container with a keyhole in it, taped on top of it was a note with the picture of some guy, it was hard to make out it looked a little fuzzy. The note claimed the rest of his supplies were in here, and that the man in the photo held his key. "Madre De Dios" Jorge uttered silently, this was feeling more like a sick game and less like prison all of a sudden.
He stood up and put everything back in his pack, and began to cautiously make his way down the cliff.
The first thing Avery knew was that he had a splitting headache. He attempted to move his hands to his forehead to help assuage the pain, but found that his hands were unable to move. That's right. He was on Mors Island. The memories of the heist that had gone bad flooded back to him. He had surrendered in the end. It was the smartest thing to do given his situation. At least he would have a chance of survival. He opened his eyes and found them blinded by intense sunlight, causing him to wince and close them again so that they might have time to adjust. With his eyes still closed he sat up from where he lay, opening his eyes only when they were not directly looking at the sky. He looked to be in the middle of some large forest. He wasn't an expert survivalist, but he knew that he would need to find a good source of fresh water before he did anything else. Which would be easier if his hands weren't tied up. Wouldn't be the first time either...
He took a look around and spotted his pack. Luckily for him, his hands were bound in front of him, rather than behind, giving him at least some degree of usage out of them. If he was right there should be knife in there that he could use to get it out. Before that though, he needed to make sure he was presentable. He still had his clothes more or less. They seemed to have gotten rid of his coat, and had only left him with his black dress pants a white button up shirt sleeve shirt, his dress boots, and thankfully his black fedora. Giving a grunt he managed to stand and work his way over to his backpack and open it.
1 liter of water, 1 M.R.E., a key, and a container holding the rest of his supplies. A lock was easy enough to pick if you knew how. If you had a big enough item you could just smash it too. Of course smashing it ran the chance of ruining whatever was inside of it, and he would like to get his hands unbound as soon as he could. He could then easily get his own food if he had too. He was no stranger to getting his hands dirty if he had to. Still, he wasn't going to get anywhere standing here. He took a quick look at the picture in his pack, and quickly replaced it. He wasn't planning on meeting whoever was in the picture, if he did, good. He wasn't going to plan for the best possible scenario though. He was planning for the worst. The worst being him having to smash open the lock. He picked up the pack, chose a direction, and began walking.
The first thing Luna knew was that she was sore, and it was dark. She opened her eyes to see was a small crack of light filtering in through a boarded up window, barely illuminating the room. A bed set in the corner, a trunk beside the bed. As she sat up, she bumped her head against a table corner, wincing against the pain flooding through her temple. 'Ignore it,' she thought, gritting her teeth, 'get up and ignore it.' Slowly, using the table, Luna stood, looking around. It was almost too dark to see any details, or anything too small. "Where is everyone?" Luna started towards the door, only to trip over her backpack. Scowling irritably, she kicked it out the door, into a much brighter room.
Upon going in, Luna realized she was in the same clothing she'd been arrested in; A marroon T-shirt, brown skirt, matching jacket, and brown boots. Kicking the pack over to a couch, Luna sat down and started going through it. She found a liter of water, a M.R.E., compass, a can of gasoline, and a key. 'Wonder what it goes to,' She mused, tucking into her jacket pocket before getting up and leaving the house. Her breath caught in her throat once she realized where she was. Houses identical to hers lined the street, and the street beside it. She was in a town, though small... but she was completely alone..
Jorge continued down the rocky path from the forrest, he thought he heard leaves being cruched underfoot not far from him, and the sound of something he himself had made not moments earlier.
The sound of a backpack being unzipped, he tried to keep it out of his mind and just moved quicker towards the town, never taking his eyes off of it save to look to make sure he had suffecient footing. He saw a door open on one of the houses in the distance and someone walk outside it was too hard to tell anything besides it being a person, his eyes windened and he ducked behind a rock, worried that if he could see them, they might be able to see him.
And despite being a prisoner himself, he wasn't keen on meeting any other, possibly more violent people than himself.
Luna trekked down the street, checking every house she came upon to look for people, even though she knew the house would be an empty, creepy shell. Every once in a while, she'd look up and around, towards the woods. Occasionally, she'd think she'd see something move between the trees, or behind a rock, but she'd quickly dismiss it as an animal, or trick of the eye to preserve her sanity.
Once she'd checked the street she'd woken up on, Luna crossed an intersection, and walked up to the first house she saw. The door was locked, so she kicked it. When it didn't budge, she busted a window, wincing at the sound.
"If anyone's nearby, they've definitely heard me," she whispered to herself, climbing through the window. On her way in, Luna cut herself on a piece of glass, but instantly cupped a hand over the wound and applied pressure. What a perfect start survival.
Avery heard it. The sound of crunching leaves. Someone, or something was walking quite close to him, though it was far enough away for them to remain unseen. "Could be someone else. Might be the person with the key..." He mused to himself as he began to walk in the direction of the crunching leaves. The sound was distant and faint now, whoever was making the noise sure was in a hurry. While he was walking he looked for anything that would help him undo his bonds. A sharp object, such as a knife would help. To bad that was locked away in the box. Smashing it open seemed like a better idea. If he didn't get his hands free by sundown, he was going to have to.
Soon he came to the edge of what looked to be a small town, though it was abandoned. He approached cautiously. As it was, he was at a disadvantage, what with his hands bound and all, they wouldn't be very effective in a fight unless he got creative. Hopefully, he could avoid such behavior with a little persuasion. He poked his head around the corner of an house. On the other side of the street was a broken window, recently broken to from the looks of it. There were still shards of glass on the ground just outside of it. "Well, looks like I can get my hands free." He said and dropped the backpack on the ground, making sure it was at least somewhat hidden, just in case. He wasn't a fool though, whoever had been trekking through the forest a few moments ago had headed in this direction as well. That could very well be a trap, and he wasn't going to fall for it so easily. So, he watched and waited. If nothing happened with in a few minutes, he'd take his chances.
Upon entering the town, Jorge saw who had come out of the house. It was some red-headed girl, Of all the people to see on this island, she was the last one he expected, she looked innocent too, meek even. Who knows though, the ones who look it the least are usually the craziest.
Shortly after spotting her coming out of a house she watched her break open a window and cut her arm, he squinted and pursed his lips and and made said ohhh, under his breath.
She's gonna kill herself before anyone else by the looks of things, right after she left Jorge didn't even get a chance to move a man showed up, with his hands bound in rope. That can't be a good sign, or it could be a blessing in disguise, the man looked slightly older than himself, but he looked tough, it was too big a risk.
He stayed behind the corner of the house he was at about 2 houses down from the one the girl had just been at and the one this gangster hand stayed. He'd let them get friendly first, if that was even possible, if not he'd wait till one or both of them were dead. then he'd see what he could do from there, he needed a weapon though, he noticed some piping on the house with the broken window, if it was clear that pipe would make a nice bat.
Luna looked around the house silently. It seemed like any other normal house, but it wasn't. She stepped around the broken glass and into the kitchen. She checked every cabinet she could find, finding pots, pans, silverware, plates, cups, and bowls, but no food. Frowning, Luna checked the freezer, wrinkling her nose at the spoiled milk inside. Disappointed, she went upstairs, wincing every time a stair creaked. She knew they were quiet creaks, but in the silence, they seemed ten times louder than normal.
'Stay calm... Stay calm....' she thought to herself as she walked down the hallway. All the doors were open. All the bedrooms were empty; Two looked like they were once lived in, the last one was a mess, the bed flipped over, and the contents of the dresser thrown everywhere. Luna turns and heads to the stairs.
"Alright then, I guess I'll take my chances." Avery silently thought as he quickly and quietly made his way to the shards of glass. He carefully picked up a large shard and turned it over in his bound hands. How was he going to do this? The glass was sharp enough to do the trick, but it was also sharp enough to cause a rather nasty gash if he wasn't careful. He didn't have any other options though. He listened quietly and heard the soft creaking of wood. He would need to be fast. He carefully gripped the smooth edges of the shard and began moving the rope back and forth along the edge of the sharp glass. After a few minutes the rope frayed and his hands were free. He gave a smile of satisfaction and flexed his wrists. He picked up the piece of glass and went over to the window, the creaks of wood were now coming closer. He went over to the door and found it locked. "Well, just because I'm on a god forsaken island doesn't mean I have to leave behind my manners." With the shard of glass in his left hand, he knocked on the door with his right.
Luna jumped, stopping, her eyes as wide as saucers. She stared at the door for a few minutes, petrified, options running through her head. 'Open the door; hide until they leave; just jump out the window and run.' None of them seemed very good at all. Deciding to act, Luna crept back upstairs and locked herself in a bedroom with a window, yanking it open before turning and finding the first weapon she could find: A table leg. Grabbing it, she stepped into the closet and waited.