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As soon as night began to fall Brooklyn had grabbed her boar, headed back to the cabin, and left to take a quick makeshift shower. She didn’t want to be outside in pitch blackness, there was no telling what was out there. After taking care of her nose Brooklyn had fell into a surprisingly peaceful sleep. When morning came she was up once again to prepare breakfast. She contemplated on whether she should make any for Day. That ass had almost cost her a whole boar. Sometimes she wondered why she continued to stay by his side despite the many pros that came with his partnership. Even with a scowl on her face and her head full of complaints Brooklyn made enough breakfast for the two of them anyway. She’d opened a can of precooked eggs and bacon. They weren’t seasoned well but she was able to fix that without a problem. Brooklyn then gathered some fruits that they had to make a salad.

Brooklyn ran a hand through her hair once it was done. She would probably have to wait until later to eat however. There was still a matter of skinning the boar and the heat of the island. She really didn’t want the body to go bad after all that she went through to hunt and track it. Brooklyn sighed as she picked up her hair, the heat was horrible and all of the hair on her head was making it worse. She had been thinking about cutting it for a while now. It would make things easier for her, like not dying from a heat stroke or worrying about it being grabbed or worse.
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[RosateNena]

Nolan Borden

Just as the sun is peeking out of the
horizon, Nolan finds himself to be wide
awake. He's stuck in a constantly erratic
sleep schedule, never experiencing a
single night in which he didn't wake up at
least once. How could anyone sleep
peacefully on a blazing island full of felons?

Nolan pushes himself to his feet, stretching
out each individual limb with a grunt. There's
a throbbing ache on his cheek, meaning that
he very well received a bruise from the
previous night. "Dammit," he mutters to
himself. His morning routine typically
consists of sitting on the beach, skimming
through any new notes and reviewing the
previous ones; however, he's misplaced his
favorite pen. A chill runs up his spine when
he remembers all the blood—he's probably
not going to want to use that pen anytime
soon now. Heaving a large sigh, he reaches
for his bag before slinging it over his
shoulders. If he can't use his favorite pen,
then he might as well create an alternative.
After all, there's plenty of berries and bird
feathers lying around.

Before making his way towards the forest,
Nolan grabs some water and canned oranges
for breakfast. He sprints into the treeline,
hoping the shade would be enough to spare
him from the blazing heat. 'Fuck it,' he thinks,
'I might as well grab the pen while I'm out
here". The forest is practically a maze—no
matter the direction, everything looks the
same. It's intimidating, and he feels
vulnerable to anyone and anything. His
chest feels hollow, and there's once again a
lump in his throat. What if the new guy he
attacked comes for revenge? Where are Day's
traps located?

Unable to shake the feeling of anxiety, Nolan
finds himself sprinting through the forest. His
thought process is that if he's moving faster,
he might just be able to get the task done
faster, too. All is going well, until he finds
himself face-first in the dirt with a slight pain
in his right foot. He looks back, and realizes
that he tripped over a large rock. It's in that
moment that he realizes how much of a
dumbass he is. Well, until he notices the
blood on said rock. It's not his blood, but it's
dried up from someone else. He glances
towards the direction he had been running,
and finds more of it. Not only that, but
there's also what looks like a tooth. He's
never scrambled to his feet so quickly
before. Brushing the dirt off his body, he
begins to search for his pen. Surely, it has
to be the same area.

Nolan's feeling through the bushes,
grabbing some berries in the process, when
he hears movement nearby. Snapping his
head towards the direction of the sound, he
sees the new girl climbing down the tree.
He's not sure what compels him to do so,
but he ends up slowly making his way
towards her while subconsciously holding
his breath. When both of her feet are planted
on the ground, he calls out to her with a loud
'hey'. His hands are raised, showing the water
and oranges, so she hopefully figures out that
he doesn't want to hurt her.

Mood: Anxious, intrigued

Location: Forest

Interactions: Ellie

Tags: Gomenesigh

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[_gallifrog_]

Lucien Wolfson
location: what used to be Bertille
Interactions: open
Luke woke early, just before sunrise. Even though it was early, he could feel the heat already. He shrugged off the parachute he used as a blanket. The day was going to be a scorcher, not fun for the castaways, especially those without water. On days like this, he tended to work in the early hours and in the evening, avoiding the sun by staying indoors and working on something. Island life kept him busy, there was always something that needed repairing or redoing.

After eating a basic breakfast of the meat he cooked yesterday and some mushrooms, Like climbed down the ladder and made his way towards the beach. His route took him through the carte landing sight, where he came across the remains of Bertille. Most people, upon seeing the carnage that was once Bertille would probably have vomited in disgust or collapsed onto the ground or been rooted to the ground in shock. But Luke wasn't 'most people'. The expression on his face was one of puzzlement, one eye was scrunched up, he was biting the inside of his lip and his hand was unconsciously twisting a piece of leather cord around. By nature Luke was a problem solver, he always had been. This scene had his brain racing at a million miles an hour. You could almost hear the neurons firing.

The idea of predatory animals on the island had been one he had considered from day one. Sure there were things like snakes, but nothing he knew of that was capable of this kind of damage. it looked like a wolf or a bear had had a go at the corpse. Which lead to a slew of questions rushing around Luke's mind. If it was an animal why hadn't he seen or heard it until now? What animal was it? Had it come from the less explored areas of the island? But if so why had it left and attacked here? if the animal hadn't come from the island had it been dropped in to create some sort of sick Hunger Games parody? Why was the attack so savage? Was it caused by a disease like rabies that could spread to the human inhabitants? was there more than one animal involved? Could there be more attacks? How could the animal be killed? there was also the other horrifying thought, what if wasn't an animal? what if it was a person? If so, who, why and where were they now?

Luke crouched down beside what had once been Bertille. he used the tip of his knife to flip over the pieces. his face showed no sign of disgust or anything approaching being in anyway affected by the scene in front of him. he was in full thinking mode, he couldn't care less about who the person had been before their untimely demise. Finding a [piece of bone he carefully picked it up and held it towards the light, his eyes searching for clues to what had happened.

 

[apolla]

Josephine spent the night alone. After the events from the day before, though, perhaps the time to herself was necessary. As she awoke on her makeshift bed, she rolled over at stared at what she could see of the sunlight. She'd drank a little the previous night before sleeping, so if she had to guess, it was somewhere around noon.

Who knew for sure, though.

Pushing herself up, she ventured out into the sunlight and groaned. Another blistering hot day. She'd definitely spend some time in the water later on. Glancing around, she didn't see anyone. Her spear currently lay in hiding, in a spot only she knew about. Deciding to leave it there for now, she started off in the search of someone.

Although there were times Jojo needed time alone, she really was a social creature. She didn't function well alone. She walked towards the drop area, and spotted Lucien inspecting something. She slowed as she approached, quirking a brow at him. "What the hell is that?"

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[_gallifrog_]

Lucien Wolfson
Location: what use to be Bertille.
Interactions: apolla (Josephine)
Luke was brought out of his musing, which was providing a whole load of questions, by the sound of somebody behind him. It was the way of the island, you never truly were alone, somebody would always appear out of nowhere, quite often it was him doing the appearing. But it seemed today the tables had turned. He turned his head around he saw Josephine behind him, eyebrow raised. He angled the bone piece so that she could see it
"A newbie....or at least what's left of them." his voice shows no sign of real emotion. He stood up and gestured around the clearing "and that is the rest of her. And before you start assuming stuff, it wasn't me who did it. She evidently came down in the night and something got to her first. The question is what?"

 

[fin]

Tremaine Brayton

| Location: | Jungle by Day's Cabin
| With: |Day sox
| Mentions: |N/A

Trey nodded, surprised by the odd welcoming of what was formerly his attacker. "I'll pass on the codeine." Trey let out his first laugh of the day, a dry, exasperated one, but a laugh nonetheless. His eyes followed Day's as he quickly matched his gaze, landing on the faded 4-star flag tattoo that was just exposed over his chest. He hadn't even noticed the tear, but was surprised enough that someone was able to make out it's Chicago roots. "Southside till' death, man. What you say your name was again?" He asked, but the tone in his voice was one of... embrace? As if he truly did like this guy, or at least a respect was forming towards him. Something like that, all in all, it seemed if anyone on this island, it'd have to be this stranger he'd put his loyalties in.

"And show me to this cabin. Sun's down now." He mentioned, his left hand now grasped the wound on his right hand tight, the bleeding slowed but in the night, attracted insects, flies and mosquitoes in particular, that he had to swat the combined hold of his left and right hand.

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[JustAlexandra]

Lillianne woke up sweating. Not from a nightmare, although her dreams weren't often good, but from the heat of the day. It wasn't that late in the morning yet, but she knew it was going to be a fucking hot one. It was especially miserable, not knowing how long this heat wave would last. Would it be gone after today? Last a week? She wished she had picked up more water than she had at the crate the day before, knowing she'd likely go through her water bottles quickly in this heat. Dehydration was no joke.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes. She wanted to go back to sleep, but her clothes were sticking to her already and she couldn't stand to lay there anymore. Not that getting up would make her less sweaty, but she did think that maybe a quick washing up would be helpful. She had a bucket of rainwater by the entrance to the hut. It wasn't the cleanest water, but it was free and no one would fight her for it. The bucket was one she'd made together from random wood pieces, rope from parachutes and a parachute piece to line the inside. It wasn't pretty but it didn't leak as long as you didn't mess with it much. It had fallen apart on her before, but for the most part it did pretty okay.

She scooped the water out into an old water bottle, not wanting to dirty water that she could drink in the future. Taking her shirt off and turning her back towards the door, she wet an old piece of cloth with water from the bottle and began wiping down her body. It wasn't the best job, but it was only the start of the day and it wasn't worth trying to get much cleaner when she would just get sweaty again anyways. She did her best, and only used half the bottle she had filled up. She put the top back on and stuck the water bottle next to her cot and put her shirt back on. She didn't want to stay holed up in the hut all day, but she wasn't sure the heat was worth baring to go out and do anything.

 

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day bukhari

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After introducing himself to Tremaine, sterilizing his wounds, and clearing a spot on the floor for him to sleep, Day nursed his own jaw as best as he could in his exhausted state before knocking himself out until the glow of dawn roused him yet again. On top of the fact that it was hot as balls outside with no promise for a rainy reprieve, the searing pain in his jaw had transformed into a throbbing ache overnight, leaving him grumpy and pouty once he realized he couldn't speak too much without wanting to fling himself into a volcano.

Despite the hindrance, Day changed into a fresh(er) t-shirt and meandered over to the tiny kitchen area, which consisted of one makeshift charcoal burner he scrapped together out of boredom, a disgustingly obese box filled with random fruits and crate loot, and several vats of boiled water for the seasoned inhabitants to share for the week, all separated by a curtain patched together out of dismembered pieces of clothing. "Mornin', sexy," he greeted Brooklyn, a yawn escaping him mid-flirt. A pleased smile quickly settled on his lips as he took in the sight of breakfast already prepared and ready to be eaten. "Whoa, I didn't think we'd be able to stomach that canned bacon shit when you brought it back from the crate, but this honestly looks pretty dope. Far out, Brookie. You prove yourself to be the superior survivalist yet again."

Cracking his knuckles for dramatic effect, Day grabbed a portion of the hot meal and immediately dug in. "Ugh, my hair keeps getting in the way," he bemoaned, shaking his head to get the locks out of his eyes. "I really gotta cut this shit. Maybe I'll try using that little potato peeler thing I picked up last week for the sides. Think it'll work?" The question was aimed at Brooklyn, but he was mostly talking to himself at that point. The previous day had been a hectic one with several new faces, some more welcome than others. Speaking of which, one of said new faces was lounging next to the foot of his bed, an absolute beast of a man who could fling him across the room like he was a ragdoll. Day shuddered at the thought. "I might just shave it all off...somehow. I don't know. I'll figure it out."

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It wasn’t long before Brooklyn heard the gruff, sleep-ridden voice of her roommate. Brooklyn pursed her lips in displeasure, she cut her eyes at him before turning to face him fully. She honestly didn’t know what he was thinking. He’d brought in the hulk of a man from yesterday, despite the fight they’d had. Who was to say that he wouldn’t steal from them? Or murder them in their sleep and then steal their shit. While it would be better to have someone on their side, they had only known him for a couple of hours. Brooklyn was bruise herself from her fight with that curly haired bitch. Thankfully there were no broken bones or anything, but she did ache in some places. Brooklyn knew that Day was fucked up as well, but even with the two of them like this, it’d be real stupid to attack them on their turf.

Brooklyn let go of her hair. “Morning.” She replied dryly. She grabbed her own portion and began to dig in. Despite all her grumbling Brooklyn had made some for their guest, but it was noticeable smaller than their own. She didn’t want to waste too much food on him if he was getting kicked out when he woke up. Given his size he’d need about three or four portions maybe, but that wasn’t her problem. He’d have to survive off of one. “I couldn’t stomach that shit by itself, I just added some seasoning so that we wouldn’t throw it back up.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah? So was I. It’s getting hot a shit and I’m tired of it already. A potato peeler should be fine but don’t we have a knife around here somewhere? I’d say let me cut your hair and you cut mine, but you’d likely give me a bowl cut or some ugly shit to amuse yourself. Then I’d have to kick your ass.” Brooklyn shook her head. It was funny how she could trust him to provide for her or have her back in a fight if she were to need it, but something as simple as cutting her hair was a definite no.

“Speaking of kicking your ass, so you decided to bring the hulk in huh? What if he wakes up and decides the he doesn’t want to leave? I can definitely see the pro of having him around but cons are heavier right now.” She finished her breakfast and moved on to the fruit salad.
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"A newbie....or at least what's left of them."

"Ew, what?" For a moment, his words didn't register in Jojo's mind. She stood there, looking around to where he'd gestured, before it all fell into place. Man, she must have gotten some really good sleep last night-- her brain was still kinda foggy. Or... maybe it was the vodka. Smirking to herself, she moved closer to Lucien, placing her hands on her hips as they looked around. "All that shit's really a person?" She pursed her lips as something caught her eye.

Glancing over at him, she moved closer, leaning down until her suspicions were confirmed. "Jesus christ, that's a fucking finger." Straightening, she made a face and turned away from it, after kicking some sand over it. "What the hell did this? I didn't think we had any cannibals here... although, this island can change you, and not for the better."

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[Gomenesigh]

Aelinore Michaels

interactions: RosateNena

Ellie had eventually decided to stay in the tree for the night. By the time the sun had fallen, several of the others were still milling about and she really didn’t want to get stuck on the ground in some kind of fight when she could barely see. So, she wedged herself into a little nook between branches and waited out the night. She hadn’t planned on fully sleeping, for fear of the snakes that one guy had mentioned as well as the convicts. It hadn’t been the first time she had stayed up throughout the night and knew it wouldn’t be the last. She did end up dozing, her eyes drifting shut every so often, only to snap back open at the slightest of disturbances.

When the sun finally started to lift above the horizon and light bathed the island, she was already sweating. The day was going to be hot if it was already like this and the sun was barely up. It had been relatively silent for what seemed like hours and so she took the opportunity to climb down with all her new belongings. Her jacket filled with food and water was still bound in the net and as she climbed down, she brought down as much rope as possible. She knew it would be valuable, even if she wasn’t sure for exactly what. By the time she reached the ground, she was already relatively tired. But, she wasn’t going to let that stop her. There was a lot she had to do before nighttime came again and she didn’t want to get stuck up in a tree again. Her first priority was finding some form of water source. If it was going to be this hot every day, she would need to drink a lot and what she had wasn’t going to cut it. Second, she needed to find some sort of place to sleep in. Most people the day before had wandered off in the same direction. She could only assume there were some kind of housing over wherever they went, but she didn’t think she wanted to stay so close to them. She would have to find somewhere soon, though. She couldn’t very well lug all this stuff around with her the entire day.

She was staring blankly at the items on the ground before her and was so caught up in her head, she didn’t hear the movement behind her until the voice called out. She jumped, very literally in the air as she turned around. Her hand immediately pulled out the knife and pointed it at the voice. Her breathing was shaky and her eyes wide ad she stood there. He had scared the ever living daylights out of her and it took her a moment to recognize him as one of the guys from the day before. He had been one of the ones to be vocal against the incessant girl from yesterday. “What are you doing out here? What… what do you want?” Her voice was hoarse in the heat and it took her a couple tries to get the words out. She eyed him warily and slowly backed up until her back was against the tree. The last thing she needed was someone jumping her from behind.

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[_gallifrog_]

Lucien Wolfson

Location: what used to be Bertille
Interactions: apolla
Jospehines disgust at the remains was evident when she saw the finger on the ground. Luke on the other hand merely picked it up. Small bones were always useful. He didn't stand up from his crouch, but turned to face Josephine, who was also considering the possibility of cannibals. "I have no idea what or who did this. As much as I know this island changes people, I doubt it was a cannibal, I haven't heard of any cases of cannibalism in my time here. And besides, if I was a cannibal and had killed somebody to eat them, I'd drag the meat away, cook it and store it somewhere, not just demolish it in one sitting. But I wouldn't rule it out completely, if there was more than one, maybe"

"Best guess, some kind of predatory animal, most likely more than one, maybe a pack? Nobody heard any screams evidently, if they did everyone else would be here. So whatever did this must have come and attacked fast enough that whoever this sorry sod never had time to yell out."

He looked at the pieces in front of him, there was so little he knew about what had happened here, but he could say one thing for sure. "the only thing I'm sure of is that this used to be a woman, based off hair length and the size and shape of that finger. " This was probabaly the longest thing he had ever said in one go to Josephine.

 

[Togy]

"I have been trapped in the middle of buttfuck nowhere for three years now and all I've done is fish and farm. So why in Sam Hell does everyone treat me like I've got god on speed dial?" Jake said as he angrily reeled in fish line dangling from the side of his boat. The pidgeon sitting on his sail made of stolen shirts cocked it's head at Jake. "Hey, hey! Don't look at me like that! It's A-okay to get pissed when random ass convicts come to you every day for "spiritual enlightenment"! What the hell does that even mean?" Jake murmured as he finished pulling in the fishing reel and a fishing trap filled with five prawn was lifted into his boat.

"And it is perfectly fine to vent to a Pidgeon" Jake said as he openmed the trap and poured the prawn into a pot. The Pidgeon cocked it's head further. "Stop craning your neck or I swear to god I'll snap it and add you to the menu" Jake said as he moved to the sail and unfurled it. "Despite what you may think Greggory, I have not gone insane, you're just the only thing that won't blab about how pissed off the islanders make me. I've got a reputation as a wise old hermit to maintain" Jake said as the ship began to head back to shore.

"The only reason I try to look wise is so they'll will come for help for farming, fishing, anything practical. But nnnnoooo! They want spiritual enlightenment! I think they're trying to turn me into a therapist!" Jake said, finally sitting down in his boat. "Can you believe that?" he finished. The Pidgeon cocked it's head further.

 

[sox]

day bukhari

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Day smirked at Brook's comment about her hair, neither confirming nor denying her suspicions as he made snipping motions in her direction with his fingers. In all honesty, he wasn't half bad at cutting hair, though he definitely wasn't anywhere near the level needed to cut through his companion's overgrown mess of a hairstyle. Even trimming his beard proved to be a challenge at times when his patience ran thin, accidental knicks here and there far too often leaving him with half of his scruff left untouched for the night.

On the topic of Tremaine, however, he'd spent the entire night thinking about the consequences of his actions and concluded that, as much of a hassle as it would be to take the brute in and rehabilitate him, he couldn't think of any better opportunity at the time when he'd just lost a whole bloody tooth. With a shrug, Day piled more food into the uninjured side of his mouth and spoke between chews, manners be damned. "Hm, think about it this way," he began, undoubtedly launching into one of his stream-of-consciousness, tangentially correllated analogies. "Let's say you're at your office job, typing away like a good little middle class bloke, and that one weird guy---the one who kinda gives you the creeps---his stomach starts growling really fuckin' loud. Now you can do one of two things: a) give him that granola bar that's sitting untouched in your bag, or b) hog it like a little bitch. Let's say you choose B, because you're a little bitch. That's fine, all's good, you go home and kiss your beautiful wife goodnight. Next day, you come into work, desk job, type type type, and in comes Mr. Creep with an AK and a taste for sheeple blood. Obviously, you can't do anything but die, because, well, bullets, but you'd be wishing pretty damn bad that you'd given him that granola bar the other day, no?" He swallowed the rest of his food and clapped his hands once in finality. "Understand now? The Almighty Hulk is Mr. Creep, and this lovely cabin abode is our very own granola bar."

He paused. "Plus, he's a Disciples man through and through; fucker probably packs a lot more of a punch than just an AK." With an exaggerated wink, Day turned to rinse out his bowl with some rainwater; one of the many perks of having his own woodworking shop was the luxury of not having to eat off a giant leaf every meal, though they still faced several other challenges. "Now I'm gonna go be a welcoming, sunny little islander, and so are you, and nobody gets to vote on that. Chop, chop, love." And with that unsurprisingly obnoxious pep talk, the terrorist made his way back to their guest, praying to the high heavens that he wouldn't have to wake the brute up for fear of his life.

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[apolla]

"If you were a cannibal?" Jojo eyed the guy in front of her. She knew him, but not well. Crossing her arms over her chest, she dropped her gaze to the finger he'd picked up, wrinkling her nose slightly. She liked to think she had a strong stomach, but this situation was starting to prove her otherwise.

"How do I know you're not a cannibal?" She asked, mostly out of curiosity. She let the question linger in the air for a few moments before stepping past him, taking in some of the larger pieces he'd been studying before her arrival. She hadn't expected him to keep talking, but he did, and eventually she turned to face him again.

"I've been here for two years and never seen anything like this happen." She told him stubbornly, though a small part of her knew she couldn't deny it-- the proof was right there in front of her. Them. "I didn't even know there were animals here, other than birds and fish and some other smaller ones maybe. Nothing that could do this, and hide for so long without being noticed."

She paused, then. "Do you think they put something on the island?"

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Tags: Lucien ( _gallifrog_ )

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[_gallifrog_]

Lucien Wolfson
Location: what used to be Bertille
Mentions: apolla

"How do I know you're not a cannibal?" He fired back with a slight smirk, before answering her question seriously. "If I was a cannibal, do you really think I'd be hanging around here, at the body? I'd be away in the forrest, hiding my kill in a cave or cooking it or something like that. Plus I've been here five years, so if I was a cannibal, there would have been killings going on for years. And besides, human flesh is better as fish bait than food."

It made Luke feel slightly relieved when Jospehine seemed to be thinking along the same lines as him. He blew a long strand of hair out of his eyes, he would cut it, but there was little point. "Honestly? I wouldn't put it past our grand high overlords to do something like that." The scorn in his voice was overwhelming, clearly he thought very little of the people who had sent him to the island.

"They've probabaly got bored of watching us build our little cabins and tree houses, with the occasional fight over resources and decided to liven things up for themselves. Before we know it, we'll be in some sick recreation of the Hunger Games. Next they'll start filming us, if they aren't already doing it"

Lukes words sounded like they belonged to a conspiracy theorist, but he had been wondering for years if there was an ulterior motive for putting all these prisoners on an island in the middle of nowhere.

 

[RosateNena]

Nolan Borden

Nolan jumps back a bit at the sight of
the knife, dropping the goods he had
been holding in the process. "Whoa,
relax—take it easy. I'm not gonna hurt
you, okay?" Taking out the pen and
dangling it, he says "I only came back
for this, not for that". The pen is then
used to point at the knife.

Watching as the girl backs up into the
tree, Nolan heaves out a sigh. He tosses
the pen onto the ground, reaching for
his bag and tossing it too. His hands fly
up, showing her that he's not holding
anything before slowly doing a 360 in
hopes that she realizes he's empty
handed. It's a bad idea to be defenseless,
sure, but he managed to turn a pen
into a weapon, so he considers himself
to be pretty well off now.

"See," the young man says with a sigh,
"I'm not here to hurt you. Actually, I
wasn't planning on running into you
at all. Just—I just want to talk and
help you out a bit, especially after
yesterday".

Mood: Anxious, intrigued

Location: Forest

Interactions: Ellie

Tags: Gomenesigh

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[JustAlexandra]

Lillianne had tried to stay in the hut, but after about 20 sweaty minutes that proved to be miserable. At least if she was going to be sweltering all day, she could go do something to try to distract herself. She grabbed her makeshift bag, throwing a water bottle in it. It wasn't going to last her long, but she decided that when it ran out is when she would return to the shade. She also tucked away her makeshift knife, hoping that she wouldn't have to use it but never going without it. She was dreading the possibility of seeing the new girl today. They were clearly not friends, and she wanted the whole situation to cool off before they "met."

Speaking of friends, Lillianne wondered idly where Jordyn was. She hadn't seen her since the night before. Hopefully she hadn't stuck around to get maimed by Brooklyn, although once the fight was broken up Lillianne doubted it would keep going. No one who had been on the island for a minute looked for a fight, or at least most of them didn't. You could despise anyone you wanted, but this was about survival and getting into fights was not a good way to survive here.

She decided to go down to the beach, the water would cool her off. The walk there was under the trees, at least, and only took her a few minutes from where the huts were. Stepping on the branches hurt her feet, she didn't have any shoes. One of the first nights there she had gotten painfully intoxicated with some alcohol she was found or given - she couldn't remember - and whatever happened to her shoes were lost along with the memories of that night. They had never sent shoes in the crate, although it did occasionally carry some clothing so she held out hope still.

The sand burned her feet as she stepped out of the shade. "Mother fucker," she yelped as she hopped from one foot to the other until she got to the cooler, wetter sand. She sighed, walking to the waters edge and looking out into the ocean. She saw Jake out there, on his little raft he had built in the time he had been there. She waved her arm at him. This might be a good time for a chat with the guy.

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[Togy]

Wrapping up the fishing reel and tossing it to the back of his boat, Jake stood up as he came upon shore. "By Greg" Jake muttered as he heard Greggory the Pidgeon fly away. Noticing Lillianne waving to him, he waved back distractedly as he picked up his two clay pots worth of Prawn. The boat finally made it to shore, running aground with a little jolt. Hopping off the boat, he set his pots on the sand and grabbed his boat. "Morning Lillianne" Jake said as he began to pull the boat across the beach to the little palm tree forest a couple yards away.

"Hey, what'd I miss while I was out?" Jake asked Lillianne as he pulled the boat. Thankfully, he didn't have his feet burn on the sand or get cut on twigs like Lillianne due to the fact that he was wearing homemade sandels made from tree fiber.

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[JustAlexandra]

Lillianne shrugged in response. "A new girl came last night, she got caught in one of Day's traps, bright gal, huh? Well before that she snatched a knife from the crate, little shit," Lillianne frowned. Jake was one of the only people on the island who had been there for a long time and didn't intimidate her in some way. It wasn't that she thought she was stronger or better than her, but he never seemed violent or even all that angry. She could have been wrong, and she wasn't sure what he had gone for prison for in the first place, but if she had to guess it was probably for selling pot or something else stupid.

"I tried to get it from her, but she stayed in that fucking tree until night. I mean, what makes her so worthy of a damn knife? She hasn't even been here a full day. It's some bullshit, if you ask me," she said, looking at him through squinted eyes. "It's fucking bright," she muttered. "Anyways, I also have no idea where Jordyn is. She fought with Brooklyn last night - also a super great idea - and I haven't seen her since I broke it up," she told him. "I don't know what everyone has been up to this morning, though. I'd imagine trying to find somewhere cool to exist."

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[Togy]

"What the hel-I was only gone for three days. I remember when it took me three months just to start talking to people here" Jake said as he finally got to the little Palm grove. "That chick grabbed a knife on her first day though? Damn girl, that ain't cool" Jake said as he started throwing palm leaves over the boat so no animals would see it and decide to make it their bathroom. He kind of like Lilillianne, well talking to her at least, because he never really had to pull the Miyago crap around her.

Glancing up at the sky, he put a hand above his eyes to shield them from the sunlight. "I should make a hat" Jake muttered as he turned to Lillianne. "Who knowsabout that girl with the knife? Does t sound like any ex-murderers are coming for a free knife?" Jake asked casually, always interested in the noobies of the island.

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[JustAlexandra]

Lillianne pushed the sand around with her feet. She could feel the sun on her skin, but luckily it wasn't burning too bad since she had gotten quite the tan on the time on the island. "I don't know what's up with her," she said, making a little pile of sand with her foot. "I hate to say it, but she's kind of a bad ass. I mean, I think she stayed in that tree for most of the night, if not all of it. I didn't stick around to find out, but she was fully content with not coming down. I mean, who even does that?" she said, kicking her sand pile. Talking about the situation brought back some of the irritation from the day before, but not as intense.

"I'd imagine most people on the island did something pretty bad, though. Just in general. I mean, you don't take someone with a small charge and put them in a place like this.... but then again, the government is fucked for this whole thing in the first place," Lillianne didn't know who had concocted this whole island idea, but it was generally accepted that only the government or some other large, powerful force of people could have pulled this shit off. She sighed. "There was another new girl, too, but she was a drunken mess. She didn't get dropped in yesterday, so I don't know when exactly she came, but she had been around for long enough to get a bottle of alcohol. I think she passed out near the crate. Weird chick, if you ask me. I've never seen anyone drunk like that."

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[apolla]

Josephine outright laughed when he turned her question around on her, listening to him explain how and why she should believe he wasn't a cannibal. "I don't know-- you have an awful lot of knowledge about cannibalism, coming from someone who isn't one." She shrugged, her tone light and teasing as she glanced up at the hot, hot sun.

The scorn in his voice drew her attention again. "I wouldn't put it past them, either. We're just a bunch of pawns to them, you know? Even if our sentences were over, I doubt they'd come get us. They never even land to drop new people. They literally just... drop them." She thought about the newbie from yesterday, though the thought was fleeting.

"The Hunger Games, hmm?" Jojo frowned. She did miss movies. Relaxing in front of the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a good movie... it was the little things, really. "I'd watch, if I were... you know, out there." She gestured vaguely towards the sea, a scowl on her face. "Gotta be good entertainment."

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[Togy]

"Huh. Well, how about this? Let's go check in on that new girl, give her a proper, polite mind you, introduction" Jake said, clarifying the polite part in case Lillianne got any bright ideas about payback. "Whaddya say? Let's make a day out of it" Jake said as he walked over to his Prawn pots. "Oh, and if you're coming, mind grabbing the fish in the boat? I've only got two hands" Jake said as he picked up the Prawn pots. "And I'll make you some sandals" Jake said as he stood waiting to either be led to the girl or turned down.

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[JustAlexandra]

Lillianne shrugged. She had nothing better to do, and it would get them in some kind of shade, even if it wasn't much. She flickered her eyes at the boat, ready to make some excuse not to carry some stinky fish all the way up the beach, but at the sound of shoes for her feet she turned around and grabbed them without hesitation. Almost anything was worth some shoes. She never would have thought she'd be in a situation where she'd do whatever to get some hand made sandals, but here she was, and she was almost giddy at the thought. "Dude, I would be forever greatful if you made me some shoes. Seriously. The callouses just don't form as fast as you'd think when your feet keep getting stabbed with twigs."

She pulled the fish out of the boat and turned around to walk back up to Jake. "Alright, lets get going, this hot sand is gonna fucking burn," she said, walking quickly so she could get it over with. "Ow, ow, ow, ow," she said as she hopped as quick as she could to the edge of the trees. She rubbed her feet into a leaf, trying to rub away the burning sensation. "Okay, so off to the crate, then?" she said, starting to make her way in that direction.