Michael woke up with sand in his face. He felt something warm dripping on his head. He realized he had hit his head on something. At first he couldn't remember what it was. He wondered what happened and where he was at that particular moment. He slowly got up off the sandy beach and heard voices coming from not to far from his left. He glances over and saw a other people scattering about in a confused state.

What in the world? He thought to himself, Then it finally hit him! He was on a boat. Did it crash? How did they get here? Why couldn't he remember what happened? He couldn't even remember his own name. He wondered slowly toward the other passengers with extreme caution. He couldn't remember anything. He wondered if anyone could help him remember how he got there.

Kynsey noticed that some of the people were moving up and about now.  It made her a little nervous because she wasn't sure who the people were, and she was having trouble recalling the exact event.  She could remember she had been on a ship, and that the boat had wrecked, but she couldn't remember who she had talked to or interacted with.  In fact, she hardly remembered why she had been on the boat.  She knew it had something to do with family and a sad event, but that was about all she could remember.

Glancing around a little, she wrapped her hand around a stick...just in case.

Wow, I actually got knocked out. Thought I had a firm grip on that handrail there. Wait... what handrail...
Oh right, right. A boat. Okay, this is not good. I should be able to remember more than that. 
To my consternation, when I looked around, I jumped up like a cat. Who are these... 
A laugh boomed behind me. "Oh man, Bigs, you should've seen yourself"
Okay, well at least I can recognize Shorts, that's a good sign.
"Shorts, what's going on?"
"Does it matter? This is an island, I think. All for us!"
I sighed, rubbed my temples, and got up to look around.
(OOC: tell me if I'm doing all right aha)

epicamazing:  Okay, I hate sandwich posting, but I'm going to post here one last time in an effort to get other people involved.  Mods, please forgive me.  If nobody posts in a few days, it can be deemed a failure and closed.

Kynsey jolted from her position when she heard the two voices behind her.  Louder than the waves crashing into the sand, they were evidence that she wasn't alone, and she wasn't the only one conscious. Letting out a small groan as she turned around, she rubbed her temple and glared at them through an arced brow.

"Who are you?!" she said a little tartly to the men who almost seemed amused.  While she sat there waiting on a response, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise.  As one of the men had said, this was an island, was it not? A whole island, and there as no telling what was on it or how long they'd be stranded here.

Singelli : How exactly do RP's work? I have tried to cosplay a few times, but was never very good at it; my costumes, however, were a different story. SO... my question is... how exactly do you do a Role Play?

OUT OF CHARACTER:

thing1:  Well, a role play is like writing a story together with other people, basically.  You create in your mind a character with as rich or dull a background as you want. You decide what their apperance, personality, likes and dislikes are.... and you insert them into a situation or story.... and you interact with the other people also writing.  For example, ideally the people posting here should have their characters interacting with each other.

I could have Sally wake up on the beach and start talking to "Matthew" who posted before you.  And then "Matthew" could respond back.

I'm not sure if everyone is just waiting on everyone else to start interacting, or if the people posting here just don't know quite how rp's work.  hehe.

thing1 :  Summon fail.

Hearing the young man speak his disbelief about being able to get off the island, Kynsey felt a small stab of fear.  As she glanced around the wide beach, she couldn't help but brush her arm with her hand, feeling the little grits of sand roll down her moist skin. There was no land to be seen on the horizon, no planes in the air, and not peak of a mast over the waters.  Finally, her eyes rested back to the group of people.

"But... if we ... can't... leave, what are we going to do?"  Images of trying to survived flashed through her mind, and she began to wonder who would be a help, and who would be a hindrance.  Would they have enough skills between them, she wondered?

I'm not entirely sure how to respond since thing1 took control of my character.  My character was supposed to be disgruntled and confused.... not aware enough to make a statement as thing1 had her make.  I did discuss this with him, but he did not edit his post.  Therefore, I'm going to pretend that thing1's character was addressing someone else other than my own.

Kynsey was a bit shocked as she heard someone mention a shipwreck and death's.  That's right!  There had been mass confusion and a jolt in the ship floor... she vaguely remembered it and her feet tingled as though she could still feel that sudden movement and hear all those screams of fright.  This realization almost left her paralyzed, but she somehow found the strength to glance up at the young man who had been addressed, speaking quietly.  "I... I'm sorry for your loss..."  How did one comfort another who had lost a sibling so recently?

She was still adjusting to the idea and barely had time to notice the two young men already jumping to action.  As she got to her feet, she heard one of them mention a crate in the sea, and her eyes drifted over to the lone box, getting even further away.  Clearing her throat, she shook her head and tried to speak a bit louder.  "It's too far away.  We'll... have to find other sources of food."

It as then that she realized that stick was still held tight in her fist.  Casting her eyes down so that she could avoid the site of lifeless bodies, she prodded the tip into the wet sand.  "Clams, maybe?"  she mumbled.  Furrowing her brow, she let loose a soft sigh.  "I guess we should... should check on everyone here... see if anyone is injured and if... if we can help them...."

After making her statement, she glanced up at the two with hope in her eyes, a muted plead for help and a subdued fear of having to face the task alone.

Someone, apparently not amused with this predicament, demands to know who I am.
"I am Bigs and this hulking fella here is Shorts"
Over the years I've gotten used to the odd stares when people learn of our mismatched nicknames. I leave the person to their thoughts as Shorts helps me scale a rock to get a view of the island.
"Alright Shorts, let's go see how everyone else is doing"
Getting on his back is harder than usual, what with all the scars I've amassed in this mysterious shipwreck.
A few of the people, mostly the ones younger than me and Shorts, look up at us in... awe? Sometimes I forget how huge Shorts is.
Follow us, I say. "Let's get a band of survivors going".

(ooc, edit: is it okay that I'm writing the story with other survivors besides the rpers?)
(edit again: oops, didn't notice that Singelli's character had apparently interacted with mine, changing it up a bit now)