Lost and hoping to be found

[Yare]

Still looking for one player. If you need to jump in, just make sure your character is by a very small stream in a wood.

This is a roleplay intended for me and two other people. Realistic setting, and basic plot below.

The three of us end up lost, all alone and with no one knowing where we are. We not only have to figure out where we are, but how to get back and why we're here. Villainous characters to follow

First come, first serve!

Rules:
- Type properly - please no short formes, and obey the rules of grammar
- Keep it civil, PG-13 at least. No excessive swearing (try not to use
anything much worse than "damn"), and no violence towards other
characters
- No religion (praying, crosses, etc.)
- Please try not to mention Twilight

Please follow the following format for posting about your character:
Name: Loner
Age: 15
Description: Tall, muscular; black hair, eyes that change colour based on his emotions. Speaks with a soft and rather cultured English accent. Two pictures: http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc334/makzii/Loner.jpg and http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc334/makzii/Loner1.jpg.
Overall, he looks slightly imposing, but also confident, intelligent, and calm.
Background: Loner was abused for several years by parents who both have multiple addictions and a serious hate for each other and him. Though his parents are both famous, they've always managed to keep him and their addictions secret from the rest of the world. His move from England to Canada as a young child of four didn't make things much better. (His abuse made him anti-social, causing him to reject company and retain his accent years after leaving England.) He spent most of his spare time on the streets, where his habit of avoiding company earned him the street name Loner, the only name he's ever known. Having learned to hide his emotions, the only thing people can tell is that he's someone who's gone through way more than he deserves.

Feel free to join!

[monochromekangaroo]

ooc: Oh boy, my first post and it's in a literate roleplay. xD The joys of being a newbie, eh? Let's see if I can rummage up a quick character, since I really like the theme for this roleplay. Forgive me if I'm a little rusty, it's been far too long since I've been involved in a good roleplay.

bic:
Name: Demetria
Age: 16
Description: Demetria is your average teenager, from the outside. With a small, heart shaped face, icy blue eyes, wavy below-shoulder-length dark hair, a pale complexion and a thin but still healthy stature, she seemed to be just like any one of her other classmates. However with a father consistently high at every moment of the day and a workaholic mother who couldn't care less about a single thing other than prospering in her job (and making sure the affair she was currently having with her boss stayed private, even if her children were more than aware of the situation) things can tend to get a little stressful. A single younger brother is what kept her sane in the household, even if the child of 10 was rather quiet and troubled, as was to be expected in such a situation. However, the girl still manages to keep up an unexpected optimism and tends to be rather outgoing. She's arty, crafty, good with her hands. Writing, reading, drawing, painting; they're all such effective escapes from reality. They're what keep her chin up in this crazy thing we call life.

ooc: Hope that was at least semi-decent. : P

[Yare]

That was pretty good. Seeing as I posted it a while ago and you're the first one who's joined, we might as well get started now. Hopefully someone'll get interested.
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Loner blinked his eyes open slowly, and raised a hand to them to shield them from the sun. The smell of foliage and water surrounded him. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he surveyed his surroundings: he was in the middle of the forest, with a spring not far off. Standing, he took a few steps before stopping, one hand flying to the knife by his side. He relaxed. It was still there.

After taking a small drink, Loner considered his options. Now that his mouth didn't feel like sandpaper, it was easier. I think the best thing I can do, Loner thought to himself, is find a way out.

Across the stream wasn't an option; fresh bear tracks with smaller ones beside them went off that way. Loner had won fights before, but he doubted a fight with a mother bear was the right course of action. Turning around, he saw a small, overgrown trail on the opposite side of the clearing. That doesn't seem too bad, he thought. He walked down the trail.

He didn't anticipate the other person there.

[monochromekangaroo]

ooc: Sounds good to me.

bic: The blinding sunlight woke the teenage girl slowly, she lifted her head and attempted to rub the sleep from her eyes. Looking around at her surroundings, a hard realization hit her as her senses registered the cool smells of the forest that engulfed her. This was definitely not home. Laying face-down in a lump of dry, dead leaves fallen from the large tree that loomed above her, Demetria tried to roll over and force herself into a sitting position. This movement was not welcomed by her body, which ached from the awkward position she had been laying in presumably all night. Finally sitting up and observing her location carefully, she mulled over the issue. Where was she? How did she get here? She didn't recall ever seeing the area before, and could come up with no plausible reason for being there. Though her thoughts were seemingly calm, she could feel herself starting to react to the stress. Breathing became shallow and quick, her heart raced at a mile per minute. How was she going to get home? What about Zach? He wasn't here too, was he?

Worry for her brother was enough to get the teenager off the ground and into a standing position. She could see the small trail before her, leading off seemingly deeper into the foliage, and a simple spring to her left. If Zach were here, he couldn't be too far off, she hoped. Leaning against the tree to help support her tired body, she looked around again, finally seeing the other person. Her eyes spotted the knife at his side immediately, and instincts assumed that he had been the one to bring her here. Maybe to kill her even. The intimidating look that he had about him, the weapon, and the whole waking-up-in-the-forest situation was more than enough proof for her. Startled because of the seemingly unwelcome guest, she let out a small yelp before hiding behind the tree best she could, trying to think of a way out of this mess she had found herself in.

[Yare]

The walk down the trail had been short, but it had been enough for him to realise his left knee was injured. Emerging into a second clearing, with a trickle of water almost too small to count as a stream, made him feel slightly better, but seeing the girl wasn't as great a surprise. When she tried to hide, one hand went to his knife again - it didn't take much for him to realise this was what had set her off.

In the silence, his soft English accent seemed to carry. 'Don't hide,' he called softly. 'I'm in the same position you are.'

He held his hands up, walking towards her slowly and hiding the limp. 'See? I won't hurt you.'

[monochromekangaroo]

At the sound of his voice her body stiffened, knowing she had been seen and still scared for her life. As he tried to reassure her, she realized it would be useless for her to fight anyway. What could she do? Run, and get more lost than she already was and chance hurting herself even worse than if she gave the stranger a chance. He seemed alright, with the way he spoke to her. Peeking her head around the corner, she raised her eyebrows in curiosity at his raised hands, pleading innocence. Biting her lip and summoning her courage, she took a few half-steps away from her hiding spot, keeping her hand on the rough bark mostly to keep herself calm.
"Who are you?" The words came out quieter than she had intended, but the sounds of the forest were soft, and she was still easily heard.

[Yare]

(OOC: Can you make your font regular sized? It's hard for me to read and hurts my eyes, so I lose a bit of what's happening. Thanks)

'...Loner,' he said. Lowering his hands, he walked foreward a few paces, his limp only just noticeable. 'You?'

[monochromekangaroo]

ooc: Oh, sorry 'bout that. Old habits die hard.

bic: The girl barely even swayed from the spot she stood, her legs locked in place unwillingly. She pondered the odd name for a moment, but dared not question it. "M.. my name's Demetria," she stumbled over the words a little, her eyes darting back and forth from the figure in front of her whom had identified himself as Loner to the scenery, still hopelessly searching for her younger brother, whom she had already realized was not there. Her eyes wandered anyway, pushing the fear farther and farther away.

[Yare]

'Alright,' Loner said softly. 'Demetria, can you tell me how you got here? You don't look like you want to be.'

[monochromekangaroo]

She leaned against the tree silently, contemplating his words, trying to think back. How had she gotten here? Last night. What had happened last night? Dad had been out with his friends, getting blitzed. What about mom? That's right, mom had been 'working late' that night. So it was just her and Zach. But nothing had happened, had it? She made them some chili, checked her e-mail, then went to bed.. Nothing out of the ordinary. She had been asleep until now. Clearing her throat quietly, she looked him in the eyes bravely. "I don't know. It must have happened while I was sleeping. I don't recall.. anything.. out of the ordinary." She trailed off, still thinking about the situation. "Why.. why are you here? Do you know?" Demetria wondered out loud, fiddling with the bottom of her shirt anxiously, which was now dirt-covered because of the forest floor.

[Yare]

'I was...' Loner hesitated. He'd been running...now he remembered, they'd hit him - that's how his knee had been injured. What had they used? That didn't matter. He'd wanted to get away...the alley...he couldn't see the end of the alley because it was too dark...

'I thought I'd just gone unconcious,' he said. 'Turns out something else must've happened.'

[monochromekangaroo]

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, trying to focus. There was something she was missing. Something she couldn't remember.. She went outside. Before she went to bed. That's right, she had to take out the trash, it was over-flowing with old food items and other random odds and ends. It had been so heavy, though there didn't seem to be much in it.. Somehow she managed to drag it to the curb to place into the waiting bin. Had she gone back inside? She thought she had..
A frustrated sigh escaped her lips before she looked back at him. "You haven't.." She started, wondering if she should ask. Poor Zach. She hoped he was okay. ".. seen a boy around here, have you? Around ten, or so?" The words emerged so quietly, she was so afraid of what the answer could be.

[Yare]

Loner shook his head. 'A brother, I suppose?' he said. 'No. I haven't seen him. Sorry.'

[monochromekangaroo]

"Yeah, a brother." She smiled weakly at the word before finally moving away from the tree. Her body felt so beat up, she could feel the bruises on her back, torso and legs. Demetria wished she knew what had happened, and how to get out of this place. Walking over to the spring, she knelt carefully, taking a few precious gulps of water to ease the burning dehydration in her throat. "Do you know where we are, perchance?" She turned to look at him, her mouth twisted in worry. What were they going to do?

[Yare]

(OOC: I'm going to re-age my character by a year so that he's sixteen...otherwise this wouldn't work because the baby'd be newborn)

'...We're in a forest,' Loner said simply. 'More accurately, we are approximately five metres from where I started out, which had a slightly larger stream than this one. Further, let me assure that we are not lost. The rest of the world is.'

A small sound, like babbling, emerged from a bush behind them. Loner turned around, looking scared, and ran over as fast as he could. Kneeling down, he picked up a small baby girl, looking just like him, who'd just crawled out of the bush. He looked at her as though he couldn't believe she was with them. 'How did you get here...?' he asked, his voice soft.