The story continues

[Will Fleet]

This is just something I thought up when I was in the mood to write yet nothing actually to do. Basically, I just make a starting post like a short description or introduction, and start the story. I don't need to mention a character, which I won't, it's up to you guys.
It's basically just like writing a book!

What to do

• When the first post is written, simply continue with a post of you're own.
  
• Posts can be a minimum of 2 sentences or a maximum of a paragraph. (Approx 8 sentence)
  
• Anything can happen! But remember to keep it sane and please make an effort to keep it up to standard level of grammar and spelling.
  

Rules

• No arguing
  
• Keep it sensible
  
• Nothing over the top
  
• Be careful not to upset people
  
• You cannot post right after yourself give other people a chance.
  
• You do not need to bring in USASI characters
  
• Have fun.
  
• Please think carefully of what you post! Changing anything more than spelling mistakes will confuse people!
  
• If more than 2 people play this game at once, develop an organized order you can go in so no one replies to the same post by accident. This can be done either by simply picking orders via the cbox or going alphabetically.
  
• Make sure you're posts flow with the last, and make sure it makes sense. Don't plan out the whole thing because there's no way it'll go the way you want it with it making sense. So think carefully and just post, don't make the entire plot.
  

The sky was brightening as the sun peaked up over the distant horizon and brought light skimming across the land it was able to grasp. The sun feathered with pinks and reds, golden streaks and orange flares and shimmered like the fiery plumage of a phoenix that soared itself across the cloudless sky.
The calls of the early morning lark sung bright and cheerful in the early morning and the chirp of the night time choir of crickets grew quiet and sleepy as they retired to their cribs to rest.

[Moose]

A man woke up to the singing of the morning birds, and the stained glass skys. Though he was laying face down in a mound of moist soil. He reached up to his face, makeing sure he was still there. He ran his stubbly fingers over the scruff of his beard. Chuck's hand then scrambled around him reaching for something in the soil, he pulled at a fallen paddle, and leaned on it to help himself up. The chirps and whistles made his head spin, as he spat through yellow teeth.
"Shut you beaks!" he hollered drunkly through the forest and looked around for his conoe partner. He looked around the edge of the river where the sunrise reflected off the ripples.

[Prism]

A bird flew over the man, releiving itself on him as it flew to it's nest. A bald eagle. "You- You!" Chuck babbled drunkly, waving a bottle i nthe other hand. He chucked it at the eagle's nest, the mother hissing and flew at the man.

ooc// *shrugs* XD

[Agent X]

A girl sat on a stone, watching a small stream. She ran her fingers through the tall grass next to her and listened to the birds sing. She got up and walked over, carefully placing her bare feet into the stream. Her raven black hair and yellow eyes glistened in the sun that filtered through the trees. Her eyes had been what had gotten her run out of her tribe. Wearing a knee-length deer skin skirt and deer skin shirt that just barely covered her breasts you could see the deeply tanned body with her amrs, legs and torso covered in intricate tattoos found on the people from her tribe. She sat down on the edge of the stream, watching the cold water swirl around her feet. She wondred, 'Why is the Earth so loud when you are quiet, yet so quiet when you are loud?'

[Will Fleet]

Leaning heavily on his paddle the man grumbled as he staggered heavily and swayed in a disorientated manner through the foliage.
He huffed as his dark hair lay plastered to his scalp and a few longer bangs cut across the vision of his misty grey eyes and his face was contorted into a look of deep irritation.
"Where'd that useless arse go" Chuck muttered under his breath, no longer holding his bottle which the eagle, in a bid of interest had stolen when he'd thrown it.
Hence the reason he was still in one piece and not bird food.
"Huh? Wassat?" the man frowned as he hobbled his way to the sound of water, maybe he could clean himself up a bit with any luck.

[Moose]

The woman looked up at Chuck her face slim and pale, freckles lining on her nose. She had been his partner down the river but they had hit a large drop and floated up to shore. Though it was plainly obvious she wasn't as mangled up in the rocks as Chuck was.
"Ah the survivor is safe, but is his mind out of harms way?" she said in a riddle like way, her voice touching monotone. She got up, adjusting a piece of cloth around her arm that held together a small wound.
"We must find our way back home, or this will become of where we sleep," she said eyes calm and mysterious. Chuck sneered not wanting to have to deal with her slick and wise ways.
"What river did we take?! We should be several miles from South California!" he hollered red around gills. He spat a yellow glob of saliva onto the ground. Tyra looked up head jerking back in disgust.
"Sir, it's South Carolina, you're mistaken," she corrected.

[Prism]

The man waved a hand at her. "Yah yah, just go, make me some dinner or something." he grumbled. "I'm about to loose lunch." Chuck remarked, trowing up in the river and falling down on the ground. Tyra raised a brow, backing away from the drunk man and went to go look for fish.

[Agent X]

The girl crumpled her eyebrows as the barf floated down the stream. She picked up her feet as it floated by. She made a disgested grimace and got up, heading up the stream towards the source. She wasn't happy that someone had blew chunks in the stream.