Fubsy

Shengxiao

@BlueAjah
Wooo! Another Art Club member!

Hey!

Welcome to the Guild! ;D Can I just say that Azuko is a seriously cool name?
I hope your RP does well and that you have a grand ol' time here!

Can You Hear the Distance Calling? (Accepting)

Jasper tossed his bag into his bed, the weight of thirty pounds of clothes, supplies, and whatever the hell he could fit inside already taking its toll on his shoulder. He rubbed the sore spot, staring at his backpack. It was a bulky old thing, faded and worn from years of use. It was a miracle the thing had survived thus far. He hadn't used the old thing since...what was it? Freshman year of Highschool? But it was the only bag he could find that was big enough to handle all his luggage. Speaking of which...
JC grimaced as he patted the heavy bag. There was a lot of stuff inside. A lot. He could save time, tidy up now and unpack before running off to explore the ship and meet some future hunnies. It would take an hour at most, maybe less. Or, he could explore first leaving his future self with the problem of packing up and screaming at his past self. JC hesitated, staring at the bag. Yup, he was definitely going with the latter.

With a shrug, JC turned and headed away. Now all he had to worry about was where to go first. He looked around, curiosity piquing his interest. He had overheard some people say they were going to the kitchen. That could be an excellent way to start things off. Besides, he was hungry and the thought of a well stocked pantry seemed more and more appealing by the second. The kitchen took some navigating to find. Luckily it was a small a ship, and after a couple of room checking--and some accidental walk ins--JC soon found himself in the galley. "I really hope someone's making lunch," JC announced as he walked in. "I'm half tempted to eat this entire ship."

Shengxiao

@Zardoric I think it'd be good for someone more positive to be around grumpy Everyl. It'd be hilarious if he'd pull pranks on her too. >:3cc

Also I like that chart waaaay better, I just pulled up the other one randomly lol.

Edit: Oooh, I like the astrology club being at night on the roof, they could host some sick parties up there.

@Termott

Ooooh! What if they host like a yearly rooftop party?

Hello everyone! :) @Knight of Doom told me about this roleplay and I was wondering if I could join! :D I was obsessed with Fruits Basket so this roleplay looks like a lot of fun!

@BlueAjah

Welcome to the harem club! ;D

Shengxiao

@FubsyDog and Rabbit are also compatible, but on that note, Dog and Dragon are not.
>.>
Rivalry/hate opportunities?

And yes, flirting competition all the way...

@Major Ursa

If Felix ever invites Jack and Everyl to the same place, oh dear. Lol

Shengxiao

Its interesting to see that Rabbit and Dragon are compatible. All I can think of is Felix just hopping around Everyl all excited and constantly asking if she'd be his friend. lol

Also, if there's no flirting competition, I will be sorely disappointed. Lol

Stranded - Open Ocean

Kyra Martinez

Fire. She remembered fire. Warped tendrils clawing at the wings of a metal bird. The dancing fingers a hellish myriad of red heat.

And smoke. She remembered the smoke. The clouds of grey choking the air as she had desperately grasped for the dangling piece of plastic hope. False, false hope. The smoke in her hair and eyes and lungs, burrowing deeper til it was as thick and real as the black tangle of fear deep beneath. So much smoke.

And then she remembered. Her. Her, who's face was so full of light and life. Her, who was so familiar and immortal in the mind of one so young and hopeful. Her, with a face twisted with tears and fear of the chaos around them. Her with a face of dancing fire and smoke.

The Big Island

11:05 p.m.

Kyra woke with rocks in her limbs and needles in her throat. A dull ache throbbed beneath her skull, a painful beat on a soundless drum. Her mind was mess of strewn thoughts and scattered memories, all tangled and cut apart like the tatters of a forgotten quilt. Fire. Smoke. Darkness. Different fabrics sewn in a nonsensical order.

Exhaustion whispered for her to return to the nettles of sleep. Necessity demanded Kyra rise and act. In the end, it was the latter who won. With a gasp of pain, Kyra forced herself to sit up. The dull pounding in her skull grew into a raging throb. It spread throughout her body, settling in the insides of her chest. It was as if her bones were knives, slashing at the fleshy prison of her skin. The world spun around her, and a bile rose up in Kyra's throat. She shut her eyes, giving into the upheavals of her stomach. She deposited the remains of her last meal, involuntary tears springing from her eyes. The nonsensical ramblings of her thoughts returned, brought on by the delirious sensation of pain. Was this what dying felt like? No. It couldn't be. Dying was peaceful. This was hell.

With a shaky breath, Kyra forced herself to stand. She swayed, the sharp pain in her chest growing. Everything was hurting. Everything felt wrong. But she had to keep moving. She had to find water. She had to find people. People like her. Kyra trembled, her resolve wavering. Her. Her sister. Oh God, her sister. The beach was empty. The white dunes were bare, save for the scattered debris of twisted, black metal. No live other life than Kyra. She bit back a sob. Where was she? Where was Josefine?! She had to be alive. She couldn't be far. She couldn't...she can't...there was no way...

Kyra swallowed her growing hopelessness. Josefine had to be alive. There had to be more survivors. It couldn't have been just her. Now it was just a matter of finding them and surviving.

6:23 a.m.

Once, when she was eight, Kyra had stayed with a distant relative during Summer. An uncle, perhaps, or maybe a cousin? She never quite knew. He had been a drill Sargent. Retired due to his age, but it seemed like the spirit of the job never left him. He was kind enough, save for his short temper, but the moments he chose to discipline Kyra were the worst moments of her life. She had once made the mistake of talking back. The result was two hours of nonstop running around the house. No walking, no water, no breaks. Only the merciless heat of the red sun, and the sweat running together with the tears as her dry throat gasped for air to fill her shriveling lungs.

It was like that now, only tenfold worse. It was hard to say how long she's been walking. An hour? Five? A whole year? Kyra pressed herself to keep moving. The pain in her chest had grown into a throbbing, dull ache. Her mind spun even more, strained from the lack of water or rest. Her shoes, a pair of heels, had long been abandoned for the sensibility of bare feet. The results remained constant throughout her walk. No life. Just the plain stretch of sand, water, and jungle. Kyra wobbled, the unspoken fears wrestling with sensibility in her mind. What if she was alone? What if everyone was dead? What if? What if? What if?

A sudden noise pierced through the air, cutting through Kyra's train of thoughts. It was too deep for a seabird, too brief to be the wind. It was almost as if it was...
Kyra froze as the shout came again. Human. It was human. An actual human being. She forced her legs to run faster, ignoring the growing blisters on her soles. "H-hey!" Her voice was low and scratchy, strained in her throat. "Hey!" She was louder this time, a frantic desperate hope fueling her calls as she caught sight of an approaching figure in the distance. "I'm over here!"

Stranded - Open Ocean

Name:
Kyra Martinez

Age:
32

Height:
5'6"

Weight:
145.3lbs

Previous Occupation:
Medical School Student

Likes:
-Swimming
-Reading
-Helping people
-Animals
-Cooking

Dislikes:
-Feeling useless
-Being patronized
-Being lied to
-Bugs
-Getting lost

Fears:
-Betrayal
-Bugs
-Abandoned



Personality:
Stubborn and ambitious, Kyra is willing to put up with anything to get the job done. She's blunt, harshly so, and won't hesitate to spill the truth even if it means someone will get hurt. More of a doer than a talker, she'd rather jump into whatever task she's on rather than plan it out. Because of this, she can come off as impulsive and hotheaded. Kyra's pride is her downfall, often times getting in the way of what needs to be done. Despite this, she's slowly learning to swallow her hubris and open her mind to the views of others.

Though seemingly aloof, Kyra is actually very caring. She's more concerned about the wellbeing of those around her rather than her own, and will sacrifice much of what she has in order to help another. She's hardworking to a fault and will strive to protect those around her. Despite Kyra seeming serious, she's been known to have a snarky side, layering her words with sarcasm.

History:
Kyra was born in a small town in Nevada to a somewhat poor family of five. Despite their lack of finances, she had a fairly happy childhood. She'd often venture around the neighborhood with her siblings, messing around and sometimes causing trouble, while simultaneously helping out in the family store.
Things grew harder as the business closed down. Kyra and her siblings worked multiple jobs at once to help pay the bills, while her parents argued more and more frequently. With lowering grades in school and the constantly looming threat of bankruptcy, life seemed like utter chaos.

Despite this, however, Kyra found solace. In her few moments of free time, Kyra frequently visited the local children's hospital as a volunteer. She'd help out the nurses and children, eventually becoming somewhat of a regular. It was during those times Kyra knew what she wanted to do.

Eventually, Kyra began to get her life back together. Her grades gradually improved until she was at the top of her class. She studied frequently, working hard towards her aim. She soon graduated Highschool and, eventually, college. She had gotten accepted into a well known medical school in Australia. Her family was closer than it had been before. Everything was finally falling into place.

Kyra booked a plane to Austrailia, flying with her sister towards a brighter future. She would attend medical school and become a renowned doctor, helping not only her family but hundreds of patients along the way. Or so she thought.

But Fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Can You Hear the Distance Calling? (Accepting)

The day was pleasantly warm, with the faintest of breeze twirling in the air. The sky was a cloudless expanse of baby blue, as azurian and wide as the sea below. The air was tinged with the cries of gulls and their flapping wings, and the ever so familiar tang of salt. A perfect day for a jog or picnic...or an adventure on the high seas. JC looked about the ship, his backpack hefted onto his shoulders. His eyes glimmered with excitement as he took note of the people around him, a small skip in his step as he made his way to his room. This was it! The adventure he'd long awaited. There had been some bumps along the road, sure, but that didn't change the fact that he was here now.

Jasper mentally went over all the given information he had received. A sort of preparation for what lay ahead. If it was correct, he was supposed to be roommates win someone. A hopefully very attractive someone. It would be different having to get used to no longer being alone, but it was a much welcomed change. JC soon found his dorm and, with a quick check to make sure it was the right one, he strolled inside. To his small surprise, it seemed like he wasn't the first one there. "Hey there!" he greeted cheerily. "I'm hoping this is the right room?"

Can You Hear the Distance Calling? (Accepting)

@MushyKetchup@Aletheias
Whatever her conditioner is, expect JC to try and steal some lol