Okay, so a random but possibly fun idea.
My character is an artist whom is on a plane flying from England to America, when it crashlands on a remote island in the midst of a jungle. He survives with few injuries, though why is never revealed. He is discovered by the leader of a remote tribe and his family, and though they are unsure at first, thanks to your character, the daughter of the family, he is helped and allowed to recover here.
Whilst recovering, your character and mine interact. Though a language barrier, they learn to communicate and start to discover more about the other's culture and the like. He falls in love with her, though he doesn't know what to say nor to do.
I figured eventually he would chose to remain with his new friends and his love, feeling accepted by a society for the first time in his life. He learns to hunt and to find food, whilst he teaches some of the tribe to read and to write if they wish to learn.
Arthur, my character, is 19 so I figured yours would be around 18-22. She is the daughter in the tribe. The island and language they'd speak is fictional.
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Remote. So, so remote...
Arthur didn't know where he was, but he knew his arm hurt a hell of a lot. His body was covered in cuts and in bruises, his ribs broken too. He was lucky to be alive though, the plane he was on having crashed into the remote jungles. The fire burned some 3 miles behind him, wreckage still all around him.
Groaning in pain, his vision grew blurry for a moment before he shook his head. Walking might have been stupid right now as he didn't know if he had any injuries to his neck or spine due to the crash. His shoulder bag smacked against his ribs, causing pain to jut through his body but he wouldn't let it go. It had his notebook and photos inside, as well as other belongings that he wanted with him if he were to die. He could see his suitcase on the ground too, bashed and split but salvageable at least. He took it in his right hand, knowing his left was broken before he began to walk aimlessly.
For about twenty minutes he walked in circles, before he felt something whiz by his face. He froze and turned, seeing three men and two women stood in a clearing. All three wore little in the way of clothing, covering up only the most intimate of areas, as well as the women's chest.
The men had weapons, and the women held what looked like makeshift bags with food inside. He held his hands up as he put his bag down, showing he had no weapons and nothing to harm them. He cried out though as pain ran through his arm, shuddering as he fell to his knees.
My character is an artist whom is on a plane flying from England to America, when it crashlands on a remote island in the midst of a jungle. He survives with few injuries, though why is never revealed. He is discovered by the leader of a remote tribe and his family, and though they are unsure at first, thanks to your character, the daughter of the family, he is helped and allowed to recover here.
Whilst recovering, your character and mine interact. Though a language barrier, they learn to communicate and start to discover more about the other's culture and the like. He falls in love with her, though he doesn't know what to say nor to do.
I figured eventually he would chose to remain with his new friends and his love, feeling accepted by a society for the first time in his life. He learns to hunt and to find food, whilst he teaches some of the tribe to read and to write if they wish to learn.
Arthur, my character, is 19 so I figured yours would be around 18-22. She is the daughter in the tribe. The island and language they'd speak is fictional.
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Remote. So, so remote...
Arthur didn't know where he was, but he knew his arm hurt a hell of a lot. His body was covered in cuts and in bruises, his ribs broken too. He was lucky to be alive though, the plane he was on having crashed into the remote jungles. The fire burned some 3 miles behind him, wreckage still all around him.
Groaning in pain, his vision grew blurry for a moment before he shook his head. Walking might have been stupid right now as he didn't know if he had any injuries to his neck or spine due to the crash. His shoulder bag smacked against his ribs, causing pain to jut through his body but he wouldn't let it go. It had his notebook and photos inside, as well as other belongings that he wanted with him if he were to die. He could see his suitcase on the ground too, bashed and split but salvageable at least. He took it in his right hand, knowing his left was broken before he began to walk aimlessly.
For about twenty minutes he walked in circles, before he felt something whiz by his face. He froze and turned, seeing three men and two women stood in a clearing. All three wore little in the way of clothing, covering up only the most intimate of areas, as well as the women's chest.
The men had weapons, and the women held what looked like makeshift bags with food inside. He held his hands up as he put his bag down, showing he had no weapons and nothing to harm them. He cried out though as pain ran through his arm, shuddering as he fell to his knees.
