<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px">&gt;This is a group roleplay that IS open! If you are wanting to join, go to <a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fthreads%2Fstranded-roleplay.19843%2F&amp;hash=20d2a41eb0071f9f78d191e01e292887" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/stranded-roleplay.19843/">Stranded Roleplay</a> to learn about it!&lt;</span><br/>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px">The morning was bright and the sky was blue. The weather had been the best it had even been for the past three weeks and it showed signs of continuing. A group, adventure-hungry, young adults had piled onto a 30' sailboat and set out to sea to travel the world and party. The first few days of drinking and games flew by and left the crewmembers growing closer and closer together, that was until the sky had darkened. It was late, the sky black with not a speckle insight as a thick black cloud hide away the stars. While the crew slumbered the storm crashed down, it shook the boat and woke the crewmembers from their slumber. Each one scrambled to close the sail, panic ensuing the crew. Lightning cracked through the sky and the sharp winds blew against the sail. A gust of wind crashed into the sail, ripping a massive hole in the side. Rain poured down on the crew as they slipped and slid along the deck, grabbing onto whatever they could as a wave towered overhead. a bolt of lightning struck the sky, exposing the rolling clouds of black. Then darkness fell over the group as the wave crashed down onto them, overturning the boat. The storm rumbled on, leaving those who might have been conscious to struggle in the waves before finally, everything fell away into the hands of the sea.</span><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>Blake Zimmerman - A 23-year-old female (based on the real-life Hilde Osland)</b></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 12px"><b>Knowledgable In The Medical Feild</b></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">When Blake awoke her head was pounding to the sound of the sea. The waves licked at her feet as she blinked open her eyes. An ever-lasting beach of white spread far out, waves of blue and white were rolling onto the white sand, turning it to a faint gray as they retreated back into the ocean. Sand tickled the corner of her eye, making it water as she pushed her torso from the ground. The sand was plastered to the side of her face and down her arms. It stuck to the exposed skin of her neck and chest and the more she sat up, the more sand sprinkled off her body. Her blonde hair was tangled and draped along the right side of her face, hiding the sand-plastered half of her face. She sat back on her forelegs, brushing the strands of hair from her face as she blinked at her surroundings. The sun was bright, licking at the layers of skin upon her body, threatening to burn away her flesh. It was hot, heat surged around her making her realize how dry her throat felt. Her throat felt like sand and she coughed at the tickle that clung to the back of it. She gripped the sand below her, struggling to her feet. She winced, collapsing again, as she grabbed her right foreleg. Pain struck her body as she looked down and blinked water from her eyes. A large cut was embedded into her foreleg, trickling with blood. It was stuffed with sand and stung with the pressure of her weight. The wound was nasty and if she didn't clean it out, she probably wouldn't make it long before infection set in.<br/>
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Stumbling to her feet again, she limped. Slipping along the loose sand as she struggled inland. Trees were aligned ahead of her, thick and dense but shaded from the sun, and most likely offered clean water. She inhaled sharply as pain shot through her leg again, causing her to collapse to the sand below her. She groaned, her throat releasing a dry, croaky sob of pain as more blood oozed from the wound. <b>"Ffffuck!" </b>She hissed, the pain seething through her body. <i>How am I going to do this?</i> She grunted, trying to get to her feet again. She needed to get this wound cleaned, she couldn't just lie around and cry in pain. With a face of pain and determination, she began to limp towards the treeline, blood trickling down her leg and splattering along the sand, leaving a trail as she ducked into the forest.<br/>
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