Cubix

The Island | Freeform & Relaxed

Yellow sprinted towards the small conclave of individuals. He quickly wore his pants and boots, followed by his longsleeves. After that, he grouped his blonde hair, and wrapped them in his favorite bandana. Yellow also made sure that his dagger was hanging from his waist--- wouldn't want those landlubbers to know that he had already killed a person back then. The young lad zipped through the sand as he arrived at the group, his breath panting hard, but his smile bright as the sunlight.

"Hiya!" the lad greeted them as he waved his arm. All he could muster from the group was that they were talking about food and seaweed. That was certainly a very deep conversation. Honestly, for him, seaweed was pretty good as a last resort meal. You don't always get salted meat or smoked lamb everyday, and when times get salty, seaweed would be the best alternative. Hell, he could remember people fighting over the last seaweed strand! That's how valuable seaweed is--- when times get rough. However, the strange kid began to mutter a straight train of nonsense which really irritated Yellow a wee bit.

"Woah, woah there Hotpot!" Yellow raised his arms. "Can ya be speakin' a wee bit slowly? Makes people understand it more, savvy? Still, I do agree with ye, hotpot. Seaweed is mighty useful in times like 'dis. They be the only things edible left." Yellow nodded his head as if he had won a reasonable argument. "Still, ya nook'o'crannies be the survivors of this here island? Ya all seem special 'nuf."

Suddenly, Yellow turned to the weird kid, and snapped in surprise. "By Neptune's trident! Ya have... a pot... in... your belly? What kind of jack'o'bolt are ye?"

The Island | Freeform & Relaxed

I hope I can still join :( If I can, here's my CS:

CS

Old Man: Hello there stranger, you must forgive me for leaving you out in the sun like that. I thought you were dead. What's your name?

You: What?! You're speakin' too fast, ya old geezer! Name? My former mates be callin' me Yellow.

Old Man: A pleasure... truly. I'm Doctor Thomduke. I live here, on this blessed island. Hey! Would you look at that! A smooth pebble. Excuse me, these things are very valuable.

You: No offense, stone man, but I believe that gold be more valuable than... smoothed out... rocks. What makes these pebbles so tootin'-frootin' with ya?

Old Man: *Laughs* Why because they're smooth of course! Can never have too many smooth pebbles, no sir! So what are you anyway? Under all that seaweed and sand, I can't tell if you're a man or woman. A human or a werewolf! And I don't like to presume. Last time I presumed one of you drifts was something, I got it wrong; my leg hasn't worked right ever since, and that was years ago. Never heard a man with such feminine tone, let me tell ya!

You: Would ya stop speakin' so fast? You're makin' my head spin ya motor-mouth! Cheezus! I'm not crazy enough to be forgetin' that I'm a human male...

Old Man: Well is that so? Let me get some of that seaweed off you, so's old Thomduke can take a proper look. I am a doctor, after all. You can trust me!

Character Physical Description: A slightly muscled frame with some scars running down his torso. His golden hair is always unkept, and untamed. He has brown eyes that sometimes change to red.

Old Man: You polish up nicely now don't you? Well, everything looks fine, but let's get that sand out of your face. I can't say I'm a fan of sand, no sir, it gets stuck right up my nostrils so it does.

Character Age: Well, ya old fart... I'm still eighteen. Although, you look so old that I think my great, great, great grandmother has a picture with you.

Old Man: Huh, thought you were older... never mind, that's a good thing right? Hey! Look! Right down there, move your foot for me, yes, that's it! Two smooth pebbles in one day, woohooo Thomduke mister, you're aiming for the high life! Oh, oh excuse me. Yes, ahem, where you from stranger? ... You can't remember? Well shoot, you must've taken a pretty hard knock to the skull. Saw your ship coming in, I did, ploughed right into those rocks over yonder. If it makes you feel any better, yours weren't the first to do that, and it wont be the last.

I don't be supposing that you have yourself a certain set of skills, do ya? Skills are mighty important round this island of mine.

You: Skilsl? Uhhh... I'm good in stealing, and hunting, I figur'.

Old Man: Wha- wow. That all? Well, it's better than nothing. Damn, when I came here, I weren't even a doctor - I was a cabin boy! Can you believe that? I guess if I've made it this far, then you'll be just fine. Anyways, with all that said, I guess I best be letting you get on. You're not the only survivor from that wreck over there, no sir, I found a few of you laying about the place. Most weren't so lucky, but that's okay, means more pebbles for us! Oh yes sir, yes it does.

Ah, yeah wait, before I go. I took the liberty of looting your there "corpse" for anything valuable. My bad, I honestly thought you were a dead'n. Here's your stuff, I don't take from the living. That's not me, no sir. I leave that kind of wickedness to the others.

Character Clothing and Equipment: Wow! For an old fart you actually keep true to your word. Thanks for my DAGGER, my BANDANA, and my WHITE LONGSLEEVES, and CLOTH PANTS. You didn't do anything to me while I had none on, right?

Old Man: Well, I'll be seeing ya down the ole dusty trail I be supposing. But hey, you look like the nice sort, so lemme give you a tip: stay away from anything old looking, over there in the jungle. Lot of mischief to be had there, yes there is. Spirits and ghouls, you know? Don't believe me? Well, maybe you should go and have a look- oh, oh oh and one more thing. Take a little care if ya be coming across some other people. Lot of them have been stranded on here almost as long as I have; makes the mind sour, being stuck in a place like this. Can't figure it out myself, I've been here most my life, and I'm fine! WAIT, WAIT, STOP, GET BACK. Yes, yes, one more step. Look, another pebble! Three's the word! Woohooo!

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