(Open to A playing F)

Dave felt the air rushing over his face. His altimeter gave him a friendly beep, it was almost time to deploy his parachute. Stabilizing his fall as he had practised, he fell in the box-man position, face down towards the Earth. Much as he looked, he could not find his landing zone. There were trees, a lake and a bunch of houses, perhaps farms. “Oh well, nothing to do about that now” he told himself and reached back to deploy his parachute.

A second passed, then another, suddenly there was line tension as Dave was jerked upright. He knew immediately it was not a good deployment. Lines were digging into his bicep, his left arm painfully tangled. Above him, the parachute was flapping and spinning, barely slowing him down. His altimeter beeped again, more insistently: the ground was getting close. He had a reserve parachute, of course, but with the lines tangled around him the odds of it deploying cleanly were slim. Grimacing, he pulled out his hook knife and began cutting lines. With only the one arm free and spinning as he was, it was slow going.

His heartbeat quickened as he cut one line, then another. With three lines gone, he was still tangled up. Then the parachute jerked and he fumbled his knife. He cursed, but knew it didn’t matter anyway. He was out of time, his altimeter beeping constantly now. Clenching his teeth he pulled his reserve, hoping against hope it would clear the mess above him. Nothing happened as the ground came rushing up at him. Then at the last moment, he felt tension on the lines as the reserve began to inflate. Just as he began slowing down, he reached the ground and heard a painful CRUNCH.

Opening his eyes, he looked around seeing that he’d landed in a field. He could see a building close-by. He tried to get up, but fell back down immediately as his broken leg failed to support him. He screamed and rolled on to his back, a red dampness spreading from his upper leg. Taking a deep breath he steadied himself, then cried out: “Somebody!? Need some help over here!”

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Hi! I would like to propose a RP going from this premise. Many details to fill in together, please propose where you would like to take it, but here’s some ideas already:

I’ve crashed in your garden/farm, you take me in and nurse me back to health. Making me totally dependent on you. Perhaps you’ll use me as you wish in exchange for much needed care and food?

Same as above, but you’re married and take a fancy to me; the dashing parachutist fallen from the sky, right in your lap. Maybe we sneak around, maybe I openly seduce you.

You hesitantly take me in, but as a single woman living in a remote cottage you’re rightfully afraid to allow a big strong man into your house. As soon as I recover enough, I take advantage of you, perhaps by force

Shoot me a message and we can begin! I wrote the prompt in third person but also happy to write in first. Hope to hear from you!!