The True Island Chief

"You need more than a pretty face and a level head to be a proper leader. You need to be decisive, assertive. There's no place for any nonsense or wishy-washy uncertainty. You need to make a way to survive. You need weapons, hunters to wield them; you need meat. A true chief can supply meat." M!A Status: Injured and Immobile [Independent RP/Ask blog for Jack Merridew from William Golding's Lord of the Flies. Will RP with anyone, any fandom and OCs. Tracking the URL.] Icon | Titlebar | Sidebar

[thetruechief]

Minute Update and Ramblings

[Hey guys, hope it's going well, thanks for being patient with me uvu

Guess who's ill again Hint: It's me Anyone want to exchange immune systems because that would be great, mine's rubbish

So I've taken a break from my project and just watched things all day haha! Anyone here played or seen an LP of Rule of Rose?

It's kind of messed up but it's one of my favourites even though it plays awkwardly and it has an interesting story and lots of symbolism which I am a total stickler for 

I was considering making a muse from it not that I need more, but it would be a great venture but I wasn't sure which character I liked best so was having a refresher browse through the wiki and

'Rule of Rose shares similarities with Lord of the Flies (although the creators have stated that they did not base their story off of this). Diana's personality resembles Jack's somewhat in cruelty.'

I didn't have much interest in playing Diana but found this amusing regardless pahahaha even more so because she is also a redhead

If I did have a go at this, I think I would like to be Meg, Diana's adoring little swot uvu

Anyway, it's 1am I should sleep to recover and all that Though a Rule of Rose RP Group sounds like a great project to start too... ]

[thetruechief]

[Stupidly got my hands full with a project (a personal one, but a project nonetheless) and I'm sorry for not being around more

I'm going to try and whack out some replies later but no promises -n- If it continues too long, I'll call a hiatus, but I'm not quiiite ready to do that just yet c: ]

[thetruechief]

[ Haha, another day off!

The day is mine! Whatever shall I do with it?]

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Pork by Georgia Annwell

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"A handful of Pork" (^@^)~

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[thetruechief]

m!A: Injured and Immobile

i-canstandonmyhead:

Ralph didn’t care for meat as much as the other boys,he had quite the sweet tooth and would usually choose berries.Today he had been informed that one of the littleuns had found a patch of what tasted like blackberries and he had set out to search for them.

The blonde boy began to push his way through the thick and leafy undergrowth to where the berries had apparently been sighted when he heard heavy breathing.

"Hello,anyone there?"

Ralph hissed,just incase it was the beast.He stepped foreword a little more so that if this was a human they wouldn’t be scared.

"It’s me Ralph."

Jack gave a start as he heard someone - something? - approaching his hiding place. He covered his mouth with his hands, an attempt to hush himself. But whatever it was had stopped just nearby. His heart thrummed in his chest as panic set in. Was this going to be it? Jack braced himself against the tree, hands placed firmly on the bark, ready to push himself off if he needed to flee.

Oh, a voice! Thank the Lord.

Relieved, Jack sighed. He'd never been so pleased to hear Ralph. While they may of... Had their differences, the other boy would surely help him, right? It was worth a shot at any rate.

"Ralph! Ralph, it's Jack, I'm through here, come over!"

He hoped the blonde would be able to follow the direction of his voice well enough. There was no way he would be able to stand and wave to him like this.

[thetruechief]

"S'up Lobster?"

[obsessedwithfire]

"But Jaaack-"

Ralph whined,sounding like a spoiled three year old.

"I'm so bored!Lets play rugby!"

He smiled slightly,knowing that the other boy didn't have much of a chance of winning.After all..Ralph was indeed captain of the rugby team and was very good at it.

"I bet I'll win."

[thetruechief]

"Rugby? Don't be ridiculous."

Jack was pretty sure, by the looks of Ralph, he was one of those athletic types. And he, most definitely, was not. In all honesty, he wasn't even sure of the rules of the game, never mind actually being able to play it.

"Besides, we don't have a ball or anything, numbskull." 

And even if they had, he didn't quite fancy being tackled and thrown around whilst he was so severely sunburnt. It would hurt. 

[boo-tyluvr]

If a guy calls you princess in a condescending manner assert your newly appointed royal status and have him beheaded.

[thetruechief]

"S'up Lobster?"

[obsessedwithfire]

"It sounds just like you.You think you're all that and a slice of cake just because of who you used to be."

Ralph poked Jacks face.

"Now you really do look like a lobster!You're bright red in the face too!"

[thetruechief]

"I was... Head Boy and Chapter Chorister..."

Jack huffed, moodily kicking the sand. Those things were important, Ralph didn't have any fancy titles or anything like that. He was proud of being Head Boy and the leader of the Choir...

He gave a start as Ralph's finger prodded his cheek and he swung his hand to bat the other boy's arm away.

"Shut up! I'm annoyed, I'm not talking to you any more."

[thetruechief]

M!A: you suffered a severe injury to your left leg from a recent hunt, rendering you immobile. It shows no sign of recovering anytime soon...

Jack dragged himself a little further into the undergrowth, doing what he could to be quiet but unable to stop a sharp intake of pain or whimper when his - now rather useless - leg caught on the occasional jutting rock or fallen branch.

He had scrapes over his hands, down his stomach and across his right knee where he had retreated, half crawling, into the thick brush of grass and vines, away from the pig that had attacked him. It had not been something that had happened before… But, he supposed, he should have been more careful.

It had been a sow he’d been watching, laid on her side in a clearing. She was fat, lazy, day-dreaming. A sitting target. Jack had settled, made sure he was ready, and had left his hiding place to strike her. It was a little too late that he realised she had been nursing piglets. With a squeal and a snort, another pig had come bolting out of the bushes.

A boar.

The animal ran straight for him, like a bat out of Hell. Jack had side-stepped, but nowhere near quickly enough, and the boar had caught his calf with one of its tusks, hooking the flesh and tearing the sk-

Jack stopped his replay of the moment, a wave of nausea rising in his stomach harsh enough that it threatened to make him vomit. He was amazed he had managed to flee so quickly, considering he had crawled. But the body can do amazing things when a person is frightened. That’s what his father had told him. 

But what now? There he was, one leg of no use, somewhere in the jungle away from the main tracks… What was he going to do? With a grimace, he pulled himself up to a tree trunk, shifted himself until he was sitting upright and leant against the wood, catching his breath. 

Hopefully, somehow, one of the boys would come and find him.

Providing the Beast didn’t first.

[thetruechief]

"S'up Lobster?"

[obsessedwithfire]

"Blonde is a fantastic colour,and it's considered attractive.Wouldn't say the same for you."

Ralph mock batted his eyelashes.

"Oh don't hurt me Ralphie!I'm only a petty little girl!My arms are like twigs and I can sing high c!"

[thetruechief]

"There is nothing wrong with red hair!"

He quite liked his red hair. It was different, it stood out. Alright, so he'd get a little shtick for it now and again when he was back at school... But it was his hair and he liked it, and it was far better than silly blonde. 

"Shut up, that sounds nothing like me!"

Jack scowled, a flush of irritation rising to his cheeks. 

"I have never once called you Ralphie, either!"

[thatsnottheway]

+thetruechief

[thatsnottheway]

Tiredly, he rested his head in his hand as he listened to Jack speak. It had been a boring day- it was awfully hot and the hunt had been unsuccessful. All the boys seemed sluggish. Finding nothing better better to do, he nodded at Jack’s offer. “Alright. If you don’t mind the littluns.”

[thetruechief]

Jack glanced back at the pool, watching the Littluns splash in the warm water, kicking up waves and bending down to scoop up the sloppy, wet sand in their fingers. 

"They'd probably go if we told 'em to."

He held out a hand, offering to help the other boy up.

[thetruechief]

"S'up Lobster?"

i-canstandonmyhead

"Excuse me but I think you’ll find that redheads like you are more prone to sunburn. Better make you a pretty parasol, princess."

Ralph smirked and folded his arms across his chest.

"Or else you’ll look even more like a lobster!"

"I... I am not a princess!"

Mind you, perhaps if he was, people would starting listening to him. Jack shook his head. What sort of thought was that to be having? He frowned, shooting a glare in Ralph's direction.

"Redheads may be a bit more sensitive to the heat, but so are people with dumb blonde hair too, you're practically as pale as I am!"

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PigArt III by Rebecca Hendin

"Life is a Prison" (^@^)~

[thetruechief]

Hey Jack, thoughts on Rogie? ;D

"…Rogie?"

Jack blinked at the unknown savage before him for a moment before a well of laughter built in his chest and erupted from him, the redhead finding himself bent over double in his mirth, holding onto his spear to keep upright. 

"You better not let him hear you calling him that!"

He flashed the savage a grin and righted himself, the odd giggle still escaping him now and again as he composed himself.

"Hoo boy, that’s gold… Anyway, what do I think of him?"

What did he think of Roger? The boy was… A bit odd, when he thought about it. Quiet, like Simon. But a different sort of quiet. There was something off about Roger. He said things sometimes, things that were a bit serious, things that were… Almost dark? Maybe that wasn’t quite the word Jack was looking for.

Roger was… Also a lot like him, in some ways. Occasionally, just now and again, this thought troubled Jack. Did the others find something a bit off about him, too? What if they did?

After a moment of thought, he looked back at the savage and shrugged.

"He’s alright. He’s a pretty good hunter. In fact, he’s probably the best, after me of course."

[thetruechief]

"Sup lobster?"

"Lob-?!"

Jack scowled, looking down at himself. Yes, the sun had caught him, rather spectacularly, actually. It had been too hot to wear his cloak and although he’d kept on his cap for the most part, he was still rather sunburnt. The heat on the Island was different from home. It was humid, moist; sometimes it didn’t feel as hot to the skin as it actually was.

And on the days when it was, one played in the water, which really only worsened matters. 

"Shut up, Ralph."

He crossed his arms over his chest, hoping the name wouldn’t catch on at all. With any luck, none of the Littluns had heard the so called ‘chief’ talk to him. That certainly wasn’t what he needed.

"You’re fair too, just you wait, you’ll end up just as sunburnt, alright?"

[thetruechief]

Hey Jack!! How are you feelin?

"Hello…"

Jack blinked at the little savage in front of him. The boy was covered in clay and dirt and goodness knows what else… Either way, he didn’t know quite which boy was talking to him. Not that he’d let that be known of course. He shifted, idly tapping the bottom of his spear on the ground and looking up towards the sky.

"I’m alright, I guess. Restless perhaps."

Should he call for a hunt? It would be something to do. But the sky did look awfully overcast. The Island darkened quickly when the clouds came. He didn’t quite feel like crawling through the jungle undergrowth while the rain roared on the canopy above them and the thunder sounded.

Not when that was the perfect time for the Beast to come.

Jack shook his head, turning once more to the masked savage before him.

"And that’s Chief, by the way.”