Red.
Age 21.

6' tall, around 150 pounds, lean on the curvy side.
Dark auburn, neck-long hair, brown eyes, with a large-ish pair of rectangular, urban-camo-branched glasses. Wearing a tight gray t-shirt and navy blue jeans. Pair of blue flip-flops on my feet.

*The sound of waves hugging the beach slowly and gently wake me up. I feel rather... dizzy. What's worse, I can't remember a thing... Not even who I am! Looking behind... a large rock, with a little blood on it. Probably mine. Might explain the dizziness and lack of memory, I must have hit my head hard when washed ashore.

Using that same rock as support, I clumsily get back up on my feet. However, as my head is still woozy and hurting, rather than go and find anything or anyone of worth, I opt to lean on that treacherous chunk, and give myself time to fully come back to my senses.*

"Well, that's actually good." *I admit, scratching the back of my head.*

*Digging in my pockets, I happen to find a pair of pocket knives of my own. One is older, with a wooden handle, the other's is black with a shorter blade.*

...Huh. They might come in handy, later.

*I take my glasses off to rub the back of my nose, look around, then wipe the lenses before putting them back on.*

"if you think that's impressive, then guess what, I may have found the wreckage of my jet which may still have its kitchen still intact as well with its minibar"

* I wave to the new arrival* "hello, sir, maybe we should know each other a bit better later"

Uuuuhh...? Who are you? And... what am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?! Ooooo, if only I could remember... Wait, I was on a cruiser, but then... Uuuugh, my head.

*My migraine intensifies. As an attempt to calm it down, I look at my feet, while taking my fingers to my temples.*

*as if noticing your pain, I begin to massage your scalp while working out your nerves*

Ahhhh... That helps a lot, thanks. It's best for me not to try and remember anything for now, I'm in too much pain.

*Eventually, I snap out of my dizziness, but my head still hurts, especially where I hit it. Touching the back of my skull with my right hand, I realize that a small spot of my hair is still slightly damp with blood.*

I shouldn't touch it anymore, it should dry eventually... Uh, by the way, lady, what is your name? Do you even remember seeing me somewhere on... uh, somewhere? 'Cause I sure don't.

oh my name is Lucy and I swear I had to have invited you on my jet in Vegas the night of the 31st

That's plausible. But... I bet I didn't even tell you my name, did I? Or, maybe you forgot about it, just like me...

No, I remember what happened in room 239 ;)

No, I remember what happened in room 239 ;)[/quote]

R-Room 239? Whaaaaaaa-

...

Uh, sorry. My brain felt like imploding. But, did I tell you my name? If you tell me back, it might help a little...

R-Room 239? Whaaaaaaa-

...

Uh, sorry. My brain felt like imploding. But, did I tell you my name? If you tell me back, it might help a little... [/quote] of course, your name is Red

Red.

...

...Like this, uh, anal pain that just crossed my mind? I don't know why that would come back, of all things, but whatever.

"The last thing I remember was doing was practicing the anaconda pretzel with a waitress." Examines the bra. "This wasn't hers. Hm. Well, that gun and hatchet can be useful. Eyes Lucy's body through her wet cloth, then to everybody else. "Let's concentrate on finding or building a shelter out of what we have."