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Did a bit of spelling and grammar changes and posted for Kiki and Fabi- I mean Angelino.

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Kiki Williams

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Angelino Fabbro

@TalijaKey

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Interacting with: @Pilatus

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“You must be Kiki.” He said all formal, not looking up from his stupid clipboard, “If it’s still on board we’ll get it out asap.”
She gave a quick curtsey, bending her leg behind herself. ”That would be me,” she said coolly.
“I’m going speak to everyone before we get started. Do me a favor and keep an eye on this gentleman over here.” He said before gesturing toward someone. She followed his gaze to a guy with a far away look in his eye and a cloth wrapping around his head. Was he there the whole time? She must be just as out of it. She crossed her arms and looked over to him.
”Hurt anywhere?” she said as she put her hip to the side, ”Besides the head, I mean.”

Angelino didn’t follow the advice the pilot gave him about sitting down. He felt shaken but he opted to stand. His thoughts were interrupted by a female voice, he smiled a bit at her. “Was lucky enough not to get any other injuries.” He shifted his bag and offered his hand for a shake. “Angelino Fabbro. What about you? In one piece?”

”Kiki,” she said plainly, lifting her sweater a bit to show the bruises across her midsection, ”Bruised, but nothing’s broken,” she pulled her sweater back down then wiggled her finger, signaling for him to bend over to her level. ”Cut on your head will bleed like a motherfucker,” she shivered slightly at the wind on her back, she should have worn more layers. ”It looks a lot worse than it is. If you start feeling sleepy, tell me,”

Angelino made a small wince when Kiki showed him her bruises, knowing with time they will get more color probably. “I noticed the amount of bleeding was a lot.” He leaned a bit down allowing the pink head to check the bandage around his head. “Are you a doctor? And I don’t feel sleepy. That is the last thing on my mind now.” He took a small breath, still feeling more or less fine with the chilly temperature. “The plane crash is higher on my priority list of topics to think about.” He glanced at his watch which survived and was still ticking away in the three time zones.

“Not yet,” she chimed, reaching up to check the bandage, ”That’s good, means you don’t have a concussion,” it was wrapped like a field dressing. It would do him fine for a few hours but it would need to be replaced and the wound may need to be cleaned. She looked up at the guy then turned away, ”You’ll be just fine,” she said plainly. She looked around through the eye-blinding snow as she stepped out, keeping her arms crossed tightly against her chest then sat down some meters away on a rock. Kiki was always annoyed and yet fascinated about how well snow dampened sound, almost feeling like they were in a bubble. ”Come, sit. Warmer together,” she requested, her rump complaining about the cold, wet surface but they both needed to sit.

He righted himself back up, as Kiki declared he will be fine. “Kind of lucky two doctors or at least to ladies with medical knowledge survived.” He commented more to himself than to Kiki, watching her sit down. He tilted his head for a moment before he moved his fingers in the air as if he was counting something and then opened the suitcase he dragged with him outside. He pulled a nice looking jacket which was more than obviously part of a business suit and put it without a word around the smaller woman. He closed it up and sat beside her then. “Sorry should have thought of it earlier. ” Angelino rubbed the bandage in an apologetic gesture. “On a side note I like you hair color reminds me of a friend from college. Last I saw her she was going for platinum.”

Kiki soon found herself bundled. She figured he’d not accept giving it back so she spread it across both of their shoulders, ”It’s not that special. Have you taken a first aid class before?” she truly wondered how anyone could live their life without knowing how to dress a wound. She guessed that is was common for some, maybe the indoorsy type.

“I did when I was doing my driver exam. But those lessons aren’t known for their quality.” He summed up accepting the gesture of sharing the jacket. He gave a small chuckle even if it sounded a bit cynical. “And no one in those classes covered airplane crashes….At least I have a story to tell my boy when I get home.” As he spoke that he once more looked at his watch. One finger tapping on it before he looked up and back at his conversation partner.

She grinned with half of her mouth, ”Yeah, I know what you mean,” she looked down at her feet, the blackness of her shoes being covered with flakes of snow, ”You have a kid? Also, why is your friend mining platinum? Is she in engineering or development or something?” it felt strange to be this talkative but it just felt right for some reason. Something to calm her nerves and let her know that the world is still going as it does.

“The best little mess maker there is. Daniel is six years will start school the following September.” He spoke much happier, as if simple thinking or having the reason to think about his boy already shifted his world into a better place. “He stays with his mother. ” And Angelino's voice lost a bit on the drive it had just seconds before. “ My friend she isn't exactly mining platinum. She sells crystals and does chi and aromatherapy. She dyed her hair a color she called platinum. She tried a lot of colors. Always complained how she couldn't find the shade that would show off her vibration.” Angelino filled the silence, one could see it on his face that he was wondering how strange it must sound to a mundane and business looking person to talk about spiritual things.

The guy next to her visibly perked up. She seemed to have succeeded in distracting both of them, ”That’s sweet, maybe you’ll be invited for show and tell one day and you can tell about crashing in a plane and meeting someone made of cotton candy,” she looked up and raised an eyebrow, ”Your friend sounds...interesting to say the least. It’s not easy to find colors that work well with you,” she had heard of these types of people, usually in rural places and in tribes. They seemed to be more superstitious in general, but she supposed that there had to be one or two in regular society that thought so. For example, ghost hunters had such a following that they made a TV show out of it. She just looked up at the sky, the snow clouding her eyelashes, ”I guess any religion is just trying to find purpose, so it would make slightly more sense to believe in physical objects,” she attempted to rationalise.

“ You make the plane crash sound like a children story. Next, we get pointed to shelter by a care bear.” He added as Kiki referred to her pink hair, it did look like cotton candy, now he couldn’t unsee that. He followed her look up to the sky and moved a bit closer the bit of adrenaline that must have carried him till now diminishing allowing him to feel the cold a bit more realistically. “I believe. In what exactly I am not so sure...” He looked back down to his knees. It was quite a wonder to be alive, even bigger to be alive after today. They turned a few moments later as they heard someone else leaving the plane, the creak of metal sounding through the snow.

тнe lιĸeѕ oғ υѕ ✦ ѕυrvιval role play

Yo @TalijaKey my char is probably going to have a bit of back and forth with your character. Want to do a co-op post? We can use PM's or another site like g docs or roleplay gateway :)

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I'll Pm you :)

But mostly in general, just as a warning haha

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I know it's a bit silly but please don't reference things IC that are going on in people's heads. It's a pet peeve of mine and unless someone says it out loud/does something about it there are some things that other characters could not know that are happening.
The point is to look from that person's eyes, not your own.

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

Mave

Mave MacGreggor

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Basic Information

| Name |

Mave Elise-Ida MacGreggor

| Date of Birth |

12 October 1998 (17 years old)

| Gender |

Female

| Sexuality |

Bisexual

| Occupation |

Currently unemployed

| In-Depth Appearance |

Mave is a bit stocky, weighing in at around 120 lbs (depending on how many cupcakes she’s eaten) while being 5’2.” Her skin is fine porcelain, smooth and unscathed. When she blushes the colour runs from her cheeks, neck, chest, and even the tips of her ears. Her green eyes and naturally red hair give hints to a bit of her heritage.

Much like her personality, she tends to stray from gaudy and stick to classy. She doesn’t like jewelry most of the time and attempts to keep her wardrobe simple, sweet and convenient. The good part is that she never has to worry about losing a small fortune while swimming. This also helps when she’s baking, since jewelry can often get caught in equipment or end up in the food (blech!).

Speaking of baking, that’s where you’ll find her. Coated in flour and sticky, sugary things. She often forgets to take off her apron and will wear it to the shops or on her way home absentmindedly. It’s tough work, but it’s her passion.

When she’s too frazzled to function, a good soak in the water always seems to do the trick. Mave sometimes gets up early and goes for a run down to the shore just to throw a blanket over her shoulders and watch the moment that the light touches the lake. The deep red waters glimmer with golden light. In her imagination, the water turns into a healing magic, one that can stitch together broken souls.

| Scent |

Wildflowers

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Who Am I?

| Personality |

♦ Trustworthy ♦ Coward/Passive agressive ♦ Passionate ♦ Emotionally Unstable ♦

Mave is

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Baking, cupcakes, cookies, decorating cakes ✔ Cats and cats and cats and cats ✔Cuddling/Fluff ✔ Foraging her own ingredients ✔ Swimming ✔ Tea <3
✘ Yelling/Fighting ✘ Unfairness ✘ONIONS.✘ Judgemental people✘ Getting burned/sunburned (happens a lot)

Hobbies

She enjoys finding and helping stray cats as well as adopting them as her own. She can often be found on her way into the woods and picking berries, herbs and mushrooms. She is a water baby, even as a child she spent her entire summer with raisin skin and reddened cheeks. It’s been awhile since she’s gone back, as her life has been consumed with work. Now, though, maybe she will try out those golden waters before it gets too cold.

| History |

Mave grew up like every normal Irish girl. She helped plant the seeds, squish bugs that tried to eat the tomatoes, dig up potatoes, string the beans and slop the pigs. They never had cows because they didn’t have the room but sometimes she’d even milk the goats.

She was from a good, Catholic family. They attended every service that her father was sober enough to remember. They did food drives for the unfortunate, prayed with their cloths and beads, and were taught verses and prayers even as children. They were all taught valuable lessons at the end of a leather belt, one for each of the kids with their name etched into the design. Other lessons were taught by her mother, like how to darn a sock, how to can vegetables, and how to make a flaky, butter pastry within ten minutes.

Maybe her childhood started her love for food, borderline fascination or obsession with it. It was a mixture of science, art, and magic that at the end of the day you could eat. Although, this was all she knew of science or art as a child because she was homeschooled until high school. Her parents thought that a more valuable education could be taught at home, but quickly realised that high school was an important time for kids to learn social skills and trigonometry, of which they gave no cares for.

She found her open door when she was invited to take part in a Pastry Chef course that began during her senior year. She was taken in as an exchange student and spent a week learning from and training in the styles of several European countries. At first, her parents were reluctant until they heard that the leader of the program was Catholic as well and would be sure that all the students behaved and dressed properly. The program ended with the end of the year and she would have been home in time for the festivities had she not been at the top of her program. They spent a week competing, much like Master Chef, and their finale even made it on local television in the UK (Their base station was London).

Sadly, she did not win the overall challenge but she made it to the finale, and for that she was proud. She would have never imagined getting this far in life so early, and yet she had to look forward to going back to her same town with the same people and same backwards thinking. She now had the tools to move on with her profession, and who knew where that would take her.

One glimmer of light pressed through her thoughts. She had left behind a boy, one that her parents knew nothing of nor will they ever if they were both to survive. Sadly, this meant there was no way for them to communicate during the time she was gone. She was bursting with happiness at the thought of seeing his face again. The farmhand of her brother, he was older, wiser, stronger...dreamier than the boys at school. He didn’t throw paper wads, he picked tobacco. He didn’t make fun of her books, he shoveled shit. He didn’t grope her in class, he made the gentlest of love.

She thought that her affairs with Aaron were on tight lockdown but there was a chance some of her friends found out. So long as her parents didn’t know, she would be satisfied.

| Family |

Mave is one of seven children, a bit much for her area but nothing unthinkable. There are plenty of people with more, but three or four would be considered “normal.”
Name-Gender-Age: Gerald-Male-24 (Neighbor), Talia-Female-20, Albe-Male-19, Aiden-Male-14, Reagan-Female-7, Liam-Male-2

| Strengths |

• Food making
• Cloth making/repairs
• Having a gentle heart

| Weaknesses |

• Manipulable, naive
• Socially different
• Feels emotions deeply. When happy, very happy. When angry, run.
• Superstitious, will often read into things too far

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The Other

| Theme Song |

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDHY1D0tKRA
_{”I held my tongue as she told me, ‘Son, fear is the heart of love,’ so I never went back,”}

| Extra Information |

Anything else.

Rules are important and as such I’ve read them.

Relations

Mave MacGreggor

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⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies
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Kiki Williams

Interacting with: @Klaykid | @Pilatus

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The goth raised her lip a bit and scoffed at the man. She just turned and shook her head. She had been in a car wreck before, a small one but the shock is the same. She was surprised how quick these people started back up with being their annoying selves, maybe they were trained for it or they were just born with the ability to deal with the situation. Even in the little car wreck it took ten minutes for her hands to stop shaking and about an hour for her brain to function properly again. She just looked around the cabin, dumbfounded as she took it all in. She walked slightly down the hallway and looked around, peering out one of the windows. The inspection gave her little information, just a bunch of moving white specs. For all she knew they had landed on a channel with no signal.

Kiki ignored all the chatter around her. She walked slowly to a couple a few seats down, who seemed to be simply sleeping. She crouched by them and looked up at their peaceful faces. Her hand touched their clammy skin then followed down their plump cheeks to their neck. Nothing. She just crouched there a moment and looked at them. The aeroplane had to have an AED. Most of these people could be saveable if their brain still had oxygen, hell they might be in severe shock. She slowly began to stand as a voice broke through her consciousness.

“We’re about two-hundred miles west of Lhasa. Blah blah blah GPS stuff still active blah blah blah get off the aircraft as soon as possible and don't be an idiot,"

Well, something along those lines. She picked up on the important stuff from the man who was rather obviously the flying bus driver. She looked around at the stuff around her and realised that she hadn’t seen her backpack. It wasn’t much bigger than a purse so they allowed her to not only take it on, but keep it in her lap/under her seat. She grimaced as she stepped over Dr.Jones and landed on the floor in front of in her seat. She scooped her backpack from under the chair and off the sticky floor and looked out the window again. It was already getting colder and she wasn’t even outside yet. She looked for her thin airline-provided blanket, but it was caked with blood and other spilled fluids. It would do her no good.
Defeated, she slung her backpack over shoulder and ducked back out into the tight hallway. She squeezed her way down it, tiptoeing around everything until she was back at the front.
“Mister uh, Pilot man?” she realised too late that didn’t know how to address him, “Whatever. Anyway, should we get out the like, luggage? Like with all of our stuff in it. Mine has some...corrosive material and it may leak if it’s broken…” she had the urge to noisily chew gum but unfortunately she had none.

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

I'm going to change a few things then put her in ^_^

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Still here for sure ^_^ just was waiting for a few things to happen since Kiki would just be kind of staring around

тнe lιĸeѕ oғ υѕ ✦ ѕυrvιval role play

Kiki Williams

Interacting with: @Klaykid

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Kiki let out a sigh as she heard the guy marching toward her, at least someone could walk. She waved him over as he came closer, wincing every time he stepped on a body. She wondered if their blood was still warm as they were stepped on like bugs. He seemed to notice her disgust, or realise what he was doing as he began to step around the people on the floor. He looked like a lumberjack with less beard and a typical American military haircut. She wondered if he was from Alaska or something interesting.

Her stomach turned over at his distasteful joke. She didn't even give him a sympathy laugh. He was certainly unique. He leaned over and grabbed the body from her lap and pushed him to the other side. She pushed up as much as she could...until the horrible snapping of bones caught her ear, pulling a dry gag from the deepest pits of her stomach. Her hands shook and she let him cut away the seat belt. She stood and stretched her muscles, her bones cracking with a good kind of hurt. She stepped carefully into the aisle, avoiding her companion. She stared at him for a few long moments.

“You seriously injured?”
She shook her head silently then forced her eyes from the bloodied mess, looking at the guy next to her.

"Thanks," she said plainly, the sticky blood still covering her back and face. She looked down at his knife, "Did they let you take that on the plane?"