Stranded on an island Rp

"Yay!"

 

Krys: *Impressed by Hendrix's playing* I don't suppose you can play Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down? *Says the words, then freezes*

 

Possibly. Will here without you do? But first I'd like to tell my story...

-I look around-

 

Krys: I... I remembered!

 

"You shall." I say eating a Marshmellowz

 

Krys: Why were you headed for Brazil? *Noms on marshmellow*

 

Krys: Hmmm...

 

-I lean back onto my palms-

When I was seven I started to go insane. By ten I murdered my neighbor and my parents hid me away. When I turned thirteen my grandpa brought me out here. Two years later here I am. I highly doubt you wanna hear more

-I pick up a handful of sand-

Oh and yes you are all bunking with a psychopath

 

"Hey...My story makes me look like a saint." I say my eyes widening.

 

Cuz life isn't perfect.

-rain starts to fall and I try to cover my guitar up-

 

Krys: Hendrix... I don't care about what your past was like, we're all as good as dead if we can't trust each other. So I don't care if you say you're a psychopath, I trust you.

 

Smart kid. Now, since its gonna be pouring soon who wants to see the inside of a bunker where we can stay?

 

"I shall come along."

 

-I stand up an brush the sand out of my tutu -

That a ways!