beccenss

[beccenss]

lcvelylunaa​:

During the day, Luna felt distinctly useless here. She had zero survival skills, she’d never been anywhere like this before and she had no way to get off this island. It was beautiful, or would be if they had enough food and shelter. But the nights were her favourite. Far from any civilisation, and no light but the camp fire, the stars shone overhead. Brighter than she’d seen even when her parents would drive them to the countryside. Brighter than that one school camp in cabins in the bush a few kilometres outside a rural town. They spilt across the sky, so numerous that you understood why it was called the Milky Way. The first few nights, Luna had simply stared up at them from beside the camp fire before falling asleep. 

Tonight, however, she was restless. Without waking anyone–or at least, so she thought–she walked away from camp, up through the forest. Pushing through the bush, she climbed upwards until she came to a clearing on a small cliff. Beneath her waves crashed against rocks–the constant rhythmic soundtrack to their time here–and above her that beautiful map. But from up here, a different part of the island, she saw what she hadn’t seen the other nights.

“The Southern Cross,” she murmured. Well, that narrowed down where they were to… well, half the planet. Probably somewhere in the middle of the Pacific. Which made sense if they were headed to Hawai’i. But it felt significant to see this constellation she was so familiar with. And now that she’d seen one, she couldn’t help but trace out the others. They’d been lost in the sea of stars before, but now they almost stood out to her, as if shining brighter.

...

"—The what now?” The words fell out of Becca before she realized it was probably more polite to announce herself, rather than just blurt a question from the dark and not expect the other blond to maybe not shit herself in surprise. Becca took a step forward into the moonlight, quick to expose herself from the trees. Her hands collected in front of her pelvis, fingers awkwardly tugging at each other because while in normal, everyday life she had no qualms about approaching random strangers and striking up a conversation, but this was different. Everything about this place was different. It had made her different.

“Sorry... I couldn’t sleep either and I figure nobody should traipse the woods alone, y’know, it’s like... Survival 101, so...” Becca trailed off, trying to get a good read of the other girl but it was dark and the moon backlit her, giving her a silver silhouette and not much else for her to go off.

Blond, athin frame, kind of skinny legs... not the kind that took beach runs like the other blond Becca had seen after she’d woken up. No thick arm swimmer arms, or cropped hair. The opposite, really. “Are you talking about the stars?” A stab in the dark. Becca didn’t know too much about astrology, but she knew enough to know that The Southern Cross was foreign to her and while she remained sleepless, she wouldn’t mind at least filling her time with new knowledge.

#c #op: luna

[beccenss]

theshanemartis​:

shane’s eyes scanned over the other girl as if she was expecting her to fall again any moment. after days of wondering if becca was just going to stop breathing, it was just nice to see her up and moving. when the girl started recalling other moments of being hurt, shane couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “jesus, you must have the world’s worst luck for all of that to happen,” shane replied sarcastically. it probably wasn’t what she needed to hear after just waking up, but shane was never a good people person. becca was probably going to be next on the list of people who hate her on the island. “well lucky you, i haven’t seen any cats on the island,” shane teased. although, she and joss never did see what animal they were chasing after yesterday, it totally could have been a cat. but then again, that would be a little weird to see on an island with no other people on it. “i’m glad you’re okay though,” she said with a nod. “everyone’s been kinda like that since we got here. kinda just been running around like crazy,” shane included. she’s surprised she hasn’t crashed from exhaustion yet but unlucky for her, even running around all day wasn’t going to fix her sleeping issues. 

...

Becca spread her arms out at her sides, hands splayed and a guilty smile rising to her face. She shrugged her shoulders in a small ‘guess so’ gesture. Her and bad luck were definitely well acquainted, that was for sure, but Becca failed to mention that she was quite gung-ho about leading herself into terrible situations. Brainless, her dad called her sometimes. Hurtful, but nothing abusive, just a standard observation of her character in the midst of doing what Becca did best. Make poor decisions.

“Awesome.” She grinned, attempting to perk up and glance around the shoreline. It looked incredible under the moonlight, actually. Once you were away from the fire and your eyes could really adjust, Becca noticed the way it made the ocean twinkle silver. For a very small second, it almost looked like paradise. Almost.

“Has anyone found anything?” She asked, curiously. She wondered if running around was just a figure of speech or if they literally had been running the island. She’d seen something like that in The Maze Running once, mapping the way and looking for a way out. Some of the girls, Becca had observed, were an entire league more fit than she was. It would be smart.

#c #op: shane

[beccenss]

divyawelby​:

Hearing her words repeated back at her, Divya realized how insensitive she sounded. “Yeah…” was all she could think to say. There is  a grave and it was a whole thing. There wasn’t really any better way to go about it. Or maybe there was. But if there was a person capable of doing it, it wasn’t certainly Divya, and unfortunately for this girl, Divya was the one in front of her at the moment.

 Seeing the girl before her touch her lips like she was going to be sick, Divya straightened and leaned forward in concern. “Whoa, hey. It’s alright,” she assured the other. “You didn’t know, babe. Don’t beat yourself up about it. Honestly.” She reached over to rub the other girl on the arm, an up and down motion she hoped the other would find comforting.

Becca? Divya’s face twisted into a look of confusion, turning to her left slightly to look over her shoulder in case there was someone named Becca behind her. Was it someone else or did this girl think her name was Becca? For once Divya was thankful for her slow decision making because a moment later, the blonde before her clarified the name and the fact that it was hers. “Oh.” Phew. Divya let out a breathy chuckle. Relief colored her features. 

“Right. Of course. Becca. Pleasure.” Divya spread her lips into a smile and nodded, a moment afterwards touching a hand to her chest. “I’m Div,” she introduced herself. “Or Welby if you’re a last name kind of person.” Weren’t Americans a fan of that? Calling people by their last names?

The mention of another grave had the pleasant expression on Divya’s face turning into one of shock. Bloody hell, looks like she wasn’t the only one turning to dark humour to cope. She pushed out an awkward sort of sound, an attempt at a laugh but discomfort cut right through. “Hey… let’s… you know, not go there. Bright side, happy thoughts and all that.” She curled the hand that was on the girl’s arm into a fist and gave her a playful push with it. “In fact, let’s do everything we can to keep you out of that grave, yeah? You’ve been asleep quite a while. Are you hungry? Thirsty maybe?”

...

Was it alright? Becca’s eyes glanced towards the brunette quickly, and then away again. It was overwhelming to say the least, waking up on a deserted island, feeling like your brain was having a mosh pit inside your skull but you weren’t invited, and then hearing about a girl dying... Becca certainly didn’t have reason to put this trip high on her list of grand life experiences. Still, the arm rubbing did ground her a little. Even if she wasn’t totally convinced she wouldn’t throw up all over the girl if she rubbed any harder.

Welby, whatta name, Becca thought, and definitely the one she was probably going to remember most. It was definitely something Jacobi would have made fun of from day dot, and the thought made her laugh a little, and then invited sadness to wash over Becca quickly after. Would she ever see him again, she wondered? Would she see anyone again? Her mom? Her dad? Hell, she hadn’t even had that depressing thought yet until just now, everything had just been... so much. 

As if on cue, Welby extended a metaphorical hand to pull her from the trenches of despair. Becca looked up again and forced a smile, knowing there was no use going down the track of Dooms Day, even if it was to be expected. “Kinda... starving, actually. And pretty dehydrated, my mouth feels like a burlap sack which is super fun and fresh.”

#c #op: divya

[beccenss]

ofjcnnys​:

Okay, so judging by the way blue eyes widened when Jenny said what they said, she didn’t remember the plane nor the crash. Which meant Jenny probably should have been a bit gentler with the reveal. Bit late for that now. Whoops. They’d make it up to her, they decided. Though considering they’d done regular checks she was still breathing the last couple nights, maybe the debt was already paid. “ Cool, ” they replied, giving it a beat before they started walking again. They did wonder whether she should be moving so much after a head injury, but dismissed the thought quickly. If she was tired, or wobbly still, Jenny had given her the opportunity not to come. They wouldn’t hold the guilt on that.

Becca, Bec, Bee, Loud-Mouth, Village Idiot. A lot of names for one girl who couldn’t remember anything. But it was amusing so Jenny gave a small chuckle, “ Okay, what do you wanna be called? ” They asked, looking over to her. They would probably stick to Becca. “ Because right now village idiot has a real ring to it, so speak now or forever hold your peace. ” They teased, small grin spreading on their features.  

They chuckled lightly again when Becca mentioned Lord of the Flies and missing all the cool things. “ Hey, don’t say that, you’ve come to just in time for us to almost be out of food and drink. ” They said, false encouragement to their voice. The lack of food and water had been part of Jenny’s inspiration for standing. Aside from feeling fucking crazy just sitting there all day. They wouldn’t say it to Becca just yet, but at this point no one had any idea how long rescue would take. Jenny was starting to think it would never come. But either way, the group needed to find away to survive. “ So, you remember a little from the water. Anything before? Or after? ”

...

She had to think about it for a moment. What did she want to be called? She hadn’t really been asked that in a while, mostly because Cottage Grove wasn’t huge but it was even more of a fishbowl when your dad was the mayor. Half the time, Becca hadn’t even had to introduce herself, it usually just came with the territory. Like a warning label on a prescription bottle, something basically everyone at least glanced over when getting their hands on one.

“Becca’s fine. I don’t really care,” And she didn’t. As her sneakers made a squelchy feeling on the sand, Becca was quickly introduced to the idea that there was probably a lot more to be concerned about right now than what a stranger called her. “Village Idiot for backup?” She threw a small grin over at the brunette, glad that at least she seemed to have a pretty good sense of humor.

“Yikes,” Becca murmured at the mention of supplies starting to run low. That was kind of uncomfortable to think about, especially when her stomach was already singing the song of the ravenous in the background. “Is there like a special divvy system?” She asked, curious. “No one’s found water yet?” In movies and shows, it didn’t take long usually. But who knew how close fiction was to reality, suddenly Becca wished she’d watched more survivalist shows than teenage TV.

At Jenny’s question, she swallowed. Although she seemed nice, who knew how long that would last. Between anyone here. Once hunger turned into tiredness, it usually turned into aggression, delirium... at that point, nobody would be safe with each other's secrets Still, Becca found herself desperately wanting an ally, even if it was early days. Stupidly, she was trusting.

“I remember getting my hair cut.” She announced after a moment of thought where all that could be heard was the crunching of twigs and leaves underfoot. “Five inches, it used to be so long I could sit on it.” She smiled at Jenny, waiting to see yet another confused look directed her way. Join the fucking club, she thought. “I remember being told to get a tutor, and that I couldn’t go see my friend at his mom’s place when he went out of town for a week because I’d be missing part of the holidays.” Another pause. “That was just before Christmas.”

She allowed half a minute to pass again, glad that the ocean and sound of the jungle filled in all the silent gaps. She wondered if it was clear now to Jenny just how fucked she was — and not just because they were stranded on an island, waiting for rescue. “You know, when I woke up this morning, I heard two of the girls arguing what was better. Hot stone massages, or paraffin wax. At first, I thought they were just trying to make light of the situation... like they were listing what they’d rather be doing than collecting driftwood or watching the tide. But then I saw the itinerary,” She cast an unsure look at Jenny again, a waver of fear behind baby blues. Right. Time to circle back around to Jenny's original question. “I... remember waking up in the water, on this stiff, plank of plastic. I remember thinking it was so bright, too bright to be my bedroom obviously. I mean... slowly, bits and pieces are still coming back to me. Like you,” She said. “I look at some of these girls and I get nothing. At least when I first saw you I got this feeling somewhere in the back of my mind that I’d seen you before. Not like I knew you, but that I should.” It was frustrating, having her memories gate kept like this. It felt like a prison in her own mind, hands shaking the cage door and screaming for it to open with nobody responding, not even the teasing jingle of keys in the darkness. Just... nothing.

“I know what I’ve heard... and I can see the aftermath of what’s happened...” Her voice began to wobble like a loose string in a guitar. Was it fear? Sadness? Maybe a cocktail of both? “But the fucked up thing is... I don’t even remember getting on a plane.”

#c #op: jenny

[beccenss]

divyawelby​:

“We have a Jill…” Divya answered, swallowing the uncomfortable lump in her throat before she clarified, “or rather… had a Jill. Had.” Her face twisted into a look of discomfort. How was she going to break this to the other girl? “Not a joke,” Divya started there, offering a nervous chuckle before starting to chew on her bottom lip. “Erm… so, you know how you sort of–” Divya made a bonking motion on her own head. “–on the first day?” She gave the other girl a moment, mostly so she could use that time to organise her own thoughts and how she was going to continue about this. “Well, turns out… Jill– you know, blonde like you, she may also, um, have hurt herself… like you.” 

Divya swore she was trying to accomplish something here but she was quickly losing the plot with all of these similarities she was trying to make. Maybe just blurt it all out? Yeah, blurt it all out. 

“Okay, so Jill, Jillian –  cheer babe in the Fabletics – she apparently hurt herself when we all washed up here, and then she kept it to herself all day, and then in the evening when we were all sitting about after a rough afternoon, she sort of…” Was there an eloquent way to put this? “–succumbed..? To her… injuries..?” Divya finally finished, her raised pitch dying in her throat. That was okay, right? That made sense? “I know it’s a lot,” Divya said then. “Trust me, it was horrid. We had to like, carry her. Or rather Shane and Joss did. But the rest of us dug a hole. Or grave, sorry. And then we lowered her into it. I took her gum. It was a whole thing.”

...

Listening to the girl’s recount of Becca’s less than graceful descent into their new anti-paradise felt a bit like a comedy reel but badly timed. And Becca would have still laughed too, had it not been for the immediate derailing of the girl’s punchlines. If she’d thought her own explanations were hard to grasp then this was arguably in another language. What was definitely worse though was... she’d been laughing and a girl was dead. No wonder some of the girls were so on edge, and yet, nobody had mentioned someone dying.

The more the brunette talked, Becca’s eyes dropped to the sand, dark and gritty and nothing like what was in pictures of Waikiki. For the first time since being fully awake, the shock started to fade away, making Becca realize just how uncomfortable and sweaty she was. She hadn’t eaten in two days, showered in more. Actually, without a mirror, she was willing to bet she probably looked like how she felt too. But hey, one thing was for sure according to this girl — she didn’t pull a Jill. She wasn’t dead... yet.

“A grave.” Becca breathed the word out in a whisper, and a small puff of an incredulous laugh followed. “A whole thing.” Once more, she repeated the brunette, as if reaffirming the words to herself really sunk in the fact that... this wasn’t all just some foggy, pre-travel medicated dream. It was real, all of this was real. And still, she couldn’t fucking remember a second of it.

“Shit.” The word wafted out of the blond before she even realized it did, her mind spinning as her stomach began to get kind of crampy. Pressing a hand to her lips, Becca couldn’t lie, the swaying feeling of nausea did start to creep back up again but it was nowhere near as urgent as it had been in the days past. No, this wasn’t concussion sickness, this was survival sickness. It was starvation, mixed with dehydration, all blended into a nasty cocktail garnished with an anvil-sized realization that she was far more fucked than she’d initially thought. They all were and it was now impossible to keep pretending it wasn’t. “Sorry. Fuck, I should’ve-” She didn’t know what she was apologizing for, to be honest. For being concussed and therefore rendered useless the past few days? For missing Jill’s passing? For being an asshole and trying to be funny in a time that was clearly too dry for her own sense of humor? She didn’t know, but it felt like the right thing to do. 

“Becca.” She mumbled after a long moment of shameful silence. “I don’t know if I told anyone, or could tell anyone, but my name’s Rebecca.” She clarified, finally earning the courage to look the brunette square in the face again. “At least if... you know... if you’ve gotta make me a grave at some point, you’ll know what to put on it.”

#c #op: divya

[beccenss]

“Being forgotten, she thinks, is a bit like going mad. You begin to wonder what is real, if you are real. After all, how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered?”

#becca; musings

[beccenss]

jocelyn-king​:

“Something like that,” she agreed, wrinkling her nose slightly at the thought. If the island was indeed a big roulette wheel, Joss had gone bust on day one. The house always wins, huh? “If the wheel spins at all, that is,” she added as an afterthought. Some days were better than others. Some days it felt like they were making progress, whether it was the flicker of a flame, a useful item washed a shore or simply a span of a few hours where nobody had a mental break down, caused a scene or attempted to start a brawl. It was a low, low bar but it was the standard nonetheless.

She shrugged her shoulders and took a spot beside Becca, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them loosely, making herself comfortable while she watched a couple of the other girls fiddle around with the locks and zippers. Joss looked over at the other girl when she mentioned how she’d been feeling, “It’s all good, not your fault,” she encouraged, though it had been pretty scary for the other girls while her condition was touch and go. Still, it wasn’t her fault, that much was true. She looked back at the suitcase then, “Yeah, so far,” she confirmed, “Kinda gives me a bit of hope though. I thought our suitcases were long gone, hey,” she confessed, picturing her own at the bottom of the sea somewhere. Her clothes, her laptop, her shoes, her jewellery, all servicing a colony of anthropods instead of the girls ashore.

“How are you feeling, by the way? Just give me like, literally any sorta signal if you reckon you’re gonna vom again,” she was only half joking, despite the smile on her face as she spoke.

...

Whether it was severe brain injury or not, it took Becca a whole ass minute to process the fact that the blond beside her just had an accent, she wasn’t actually speaking in tongues. Sure, Becca knew what Australian’s sounded like, she’d watched Lost... but this island was weird and new, and so were the people stranded on it. Nothing went without a little surprise at this rate, it felt like. She’d probably think even seaweed washing up was weird until she remembered it was to be expected given the situation.

“Kind of sucks that only one washed up.” Becca thought out loud, watching as hands grabbed at the case over and over like starving villagers for a grain of rice. Maybe it was the shock, but Becca didn’t feel hungry. Not yet anyway. She just felt... weird. She felt bad all of a sudden for animals put in new habitats, this is probably what it felt like except more lonely.

Becca breathed a laugh, trying to find humor in the comment. “Deal.” She said. “Actually, if anything I’d kill for a toothbrush right about now. My teeth feel like they’re growing legit forests.” Too gross? Probably. But Becca was sure she wasn’t the only one. “At least the headaches are almost gone.” So were her memories though, which was... not super fun. “You know, I’ve done summer camps but this is like a whole new level.”

#c #op: jocelyn

[beccenss]

divyawelby​:

You’d think with how often Divya made sand sculptures that she would be great at them by now, but no matter how easy she made her brief, all of her ‘creations’ ended up looking like a textured pile of shit. She sighed, poking a hole at the center of her ‘birthday cake’. She wondered then if any of the girls on the island had a birthday coming up. Though thankfully, she didn’t have to linger on the tragic thought for long when a voice spoke up close to her. Divya turned to it, surprised to find it belonged to… Christ, what was her name? Though, it made sense it was her, since hers was the one Divya recognised the least what with the girl being mostly out of commission since the day they got here.

“My soul plan? Can’t say I have one of those, babe,” Divya answered honestly. “I do want to get back into basketball more seriously when I get home though. So, that’s my sort-of plan.” It wasn’t the most profound answer but it was all Divya had. She just hoped the other girl wouldn’t be upset by how utterly uninteresting it was. “But art sounds nice. I love me some graphic design.” That both was and wasn’t a joke. She did enjoy graphic design – it was the most enjoyable elective she had until her aunt made her change it – but at the same time, everything she made in class was definitely for a laugh and usually involved an unnecessary amount of frog photos and the Comic Sans font.

Staring at the other girl for a moment, Divya did what was possibly the most awkward thing she’s done since they’ve woken up here and that was raise her hand. Like some student that needed a bathroom break in the middle of a heated Debate Club meeting. “Possibly one of those dumb questions you were speaking about,” Divya started with an uneasy chuckle, “but how’re you feeling?” She let her hand fall back to her lap then. “Was a bit worried you were going to pull a Jill for a while there. Can’t have one of those so soon again.” She pushed out an uncomfortable breath. God, that was awfully morbid, wasn’t it? Poor Jill. Divya didn’t mean to disrespect her like that but it seemed inappropriate humour was becoming one of her coping mechanisms with each passing day without rescue.

...

She couldn’t lie, the brunette’s initial reply was pretty lackluster and made Becca’s shoulders deflate just a fraction. Who didn’t have a soul plan? Or any plan, for that matter? Becca might have only been awake for a few hours so far but even she already knew she’d be ordering a Big Chubb from Chubby’s the second she got back to Oregon. Then she’d be calling Jacobi to ask him what she’d missed on her chosen TV shows, hell, she might even plan a trip somewhere up the coast. Becca’s brows peaked with interest though when the girl mentioned basketball. Well hey, at least there was something behind that prior scowl of disappointment.

The hand was a moment, and Becca had to fight the urge tooth and nail not to cast a look behind and around herself, as if to make double-dog-sure that the girl was directing her question at becca and not some rando behind her. It was a weirdly formal gesture, but Becca wasn’t about to pick on her for it. They were in a weirdly confusing place, under an annoyingly hot sun, with pretty much nothing it seemed. Confusing times made for confusing interactions, she guessed.

An unattractive snort left Becca’s nose unpermitted. “Oh what, because Jill falls down a hill and cracks her brains on the floor?” Another laugh, because Becca thought she was supposed to be Jill out of the Jack and Jill reference here. “Actually, that was Jack wasn't it? Whatever. The lame part is I wasn’t even fetching water, I was actually just trying to escape it.” The more she grinned and laughed about it though, the more Becca didn’t seem to get the same response from the other girl. In actual fact, it was pretty much the opposite. The brunette looked... depressed. It took Becca a moment to settle down, but like cotton candy in water, her expression quickly dissolved. “Wait, poor Jill? Who’s Jill, do we have a Jill? I thought that was a joke.”

#c #op: divya

[beccenss]

theshanemartis​:

it took a second for shane’s brain to catch up to who was standing over her and it wasn’t just because of the darkness. she couldn’t even place the voice. it wasn’t until she mentioned KOing herself that she could connect the dots. this was the girl who had been basically dead to the world for the first days on the island. everyone was concerned that she was going to be the next jill, but she kept breathing and there wasn’t much else they could do to help her without medical training. so to see her awake and talking was a relief to shane. “well look who’s finally in the land of the living,” she said after the slight awkwardness that had formed by the other girl’s rambling. “i wish we were in next century to, then we wouldn’t still be here,” shane replied with a small chuckle. 

getting back to her feet, shane spilled both of her hands into her hoodie pocket, hiding the pill bottle away from the girl. she may have been concerned that she was going to die, but that didn’t mean she was going to be open with her. “oh you know, just out for a night walk,” shane said as if it was a hobby and not something she did out of lack of sleep on a deserted island. so instead she shifted the focus back on becca. “how’s you’re head? you really scared us there for a second.”

...

It felt pretty funny to joke about it herself, but there was a ring to the brunette’s quip that made Becca’s stomach churn a little in embarrassment. Whether the other girl meant it or not, it was just another sharp reminder that not only had Becca been entirely useless the first couple of days on the island, but also entirely just... not present either. Which felt kind of worse. Be it two days or two years, it still felt like she’d missed everything, plunging her further into her currently secret Amnesia Nightmare. But whatever, she had to keep her cool. She knew that in times of stress and trauma, people didn’t want to hear the bad stuff. They needed the good, something to hold onto. People were no good to each other if they were hopeless, she’d seen enough TV shows like The Walking Dead and Lost and The 100 to know that was basic principle for survival.

Maybe it was the moonlight playing tricks on her, or the fact she’d lost a chunk of brain cells a few days ago, but Becca could have sworn she saw something glint by the girl’s pocket. As quickly as it had flashed though, it was gone and Becca blinked the thought straight out of her head, distracted by the question.

“Fine.” She said though it was a loaded question with an answer that would take a whole lot of time to unpack if the brunette actually really wanted to know. Becca assumed she didn’t, but the verbal vomit came up anyway. “I mean, I fell off a river bridge when I was like eight, broke my arm in like two places and my ankle was total jello. I was hit by a car once too,” She didn’t mention that it was only a gentle nudge of a little old lady reversing at Walmart, but sometimes stories required mystery gaps for added flair. “I’m like freakin’ Mike Myers or something.” A pause, hoping the girl had seen literally any of the movies to get that she meant she was practically immortal. Or felt like it, anyway. “Oh except for like, cats. Cat hair just fucks me right up, that’ll be the thing to kill me, probably. Death by a cat. Totally humiliating but allergies are no joke, I guess.” Becca smiled a little. “Anyway, I’m okay. Just took like a solid nap. I feel kind of weird but... I figure everyone’s kind of feeling like that, right?”

#c #op: shane

[beccenss]

ofjcnnys​:

Literally the last thing Jenny had been expecting after announcing that they would be leaving to explore the jungle to the group, was to turn straight into someone. “ Jesus, ” they backed up quickly, taking in exactly who they’d run into. The other blonde. The one that had been almost completely out cold since they took a dive head first over some rocks on day one. No longer, apparently. Their brows furrowed as they listened, trying to piece together what she was saying. If they didn’t know she’d sustained a head injury they’d probably be annoyed at the vagueness but they weren’t heartless. “ Where? ” They asked, raising brows now. Because saying Jenny had been somewhere this girl might have remembered didn’t really narrow it down. They’d been on the plane with everyone else, they’d both woken up out in the water having to swim to sure, Jenny had watched over her when they could sleep through the night, making sure they were still breathing. There were a lot of opportunities for her to remember Jenny’s face.

She clarified it further a moment later. Or tried to. It didn’t really make a whole lot of sense, but Jenny quickly came to understand that had more to do with the head injury than just her, herself. They could have guessed it wasn’t going to be good, seeing as they’d barely stayed awake the last two days, but this was pretty serious. “ And that’s all you remember? Being out in the water? ” They asked, “ Not the plane? The crash? ” Truthfully Jenny didn’t even remember the crash. No matter how hard they tried they couldn’t actually remember falling from the sky and landing somehow on a piece of debris in the water. That was entirely blank. 

“ I can try and catch you up a bit, but we’re gonna have to walk and talk. I didn’t think you could go stir crazy on a beach, but I definitely am. ” They confessed, mostly in jest. It was true, but of all the things about Jenny people should be concerned about, this wasn’t the big one. Didn’t even crack the top five. “ How you feeling? Up for more walking? ” They asked, remembering they’d run into each other because Miss Whatever Her Name Was had already been walking about after being half dead for 48 hours. “ And it’s Jenny. My name. We didn’t really have a chance to exchange them out there. ”

...

Becca watched the way the brunette’s eyebrows danced around her temple, rising and dipping, and rising again. Okay, so clearly Becca wasn’t making a lick of sense. She wondered if maybe right now was like a scene out of a comedy flick, where she thought she was speaking perfect English but in reality was making some kind of deformed grunting instead, not unlike wild animal noises. She hoped not. She knew she’d hit her head but she hadn’t hit it that hard, had she?

Finally, they started to get somewhere and when the words “plane” and “crash” were uttered, Becca felt her stomach twist like it had when she’d thrown up the first time she’d been awake for more than 4 seconds. Now, it was Becca’s turn to look clueless, bright eyes staring back at the dark-haired girl with not much more than a tumbleweed wafting behind them of thought. Then, she subtly jutted her chin from side to side. No. Not the plane, not even the crash. It didn’t take Sherlock to bust the truth of the matter of why they were where they were now, but still, it was jarring to hear it confirmed. There had been a plane, there’d been a crash, and now they were... what, stranded? Stranded together. Oh... fuck, this was actually real.

"Yeah. Yeah,” Becca added the extra yeah mostly to convince herself that yeah, she was up for more walking. She didn’t know if she was ready, or if she’d even make it that far but she needed answers and so far, this felt like her only ticket. “Jenny.” She repeated. “Cool. I’m Becca. Or... Bec, Bee- whatever you feel chill with, I don’t care. People usually call me like, loud-mouth or village idiot or whatever, anyway.” A small chuckle. God, it felt good to have a reason to laugh, even if it was at herself but it struck a memory of playing WEREWOLF at a party last year. Weird, she remembered that vividly. 

Starting forward only after the other girl had started moving, Becca wracked her brains for what to start with first. “I can’t believe it.” She said. “There’s a whole-ass plane crash, ABC style, and I legit miss all of it. Knowing my luck I’ll fall off a cliff and die before everyone goes all Lord Of The Flies too.” Shaking her head with a smile, Becca sighed. “Man, I always miss the cool stuff.”

#c #op: jenny

[beccenss]

Day 4. { mid-late afternoon } becca has only been awake since late this morning...

It was safe to say that a concussion-induced sleep bender was super not on Becca’s top tier list of benders she wanted to revisit any time soon... not that she was really the bender type, anyway. But still. She’d easily decided that being straight up dead to the world for the first 24 or so hours was easier than periodically waking up vomiting and dizzy for the remaining 48. Had it even been 3 days? 4? 2 weeks, maybe? Who knew? Not Becca when she first cranked her lids to the muffled sound of arguments on the shoreline and sunlight burning a patch on her left forearm in a weird tan-line. What she did know though, was now given the freewill to sleep and feeling a little somewhat more herself, Becca couldn’t say she was overly excited by the idea, even as the sun began to lower behind the rolling mountain behind her. Sleep felt like another dose of loneliness and she wasn’t sure how much more of that she could take right now.

The worst part about this living nightmare though wasn’t the casual sunstroke or the leering jungle behind her. It wasn’t the bugs in the sand or the uncomfortable way her knees cracked when she had to squat in the bushes to relieve the pressure in her bladder. No, it was the fact that while Becca sat amongst the other girls, groups shifting from here and there, from two to four to sometimes even a whole ten or so, she felt like a total outcast because she didn’t remember it... Any of it.

Maybe it was the way her head had come down on the rocks, but try as she might, Becca just couldn’t grasp any recollection of a supposed “retreat” no matter how bright and obnoxious the bags and matching hats were. She’d tried to catch a glimpse of the apparent itinerary too that one of the girls had been referencing, but as quickly as it appeared, someone else had tossed it aside like it was useless trash. She supposed it was now, but Becca tried not to look so desperate for answers. Instead, she stayed uncharacteristically quiet, wishing for more clues and tidbits in overheard conversations. How long had they been here? How long had she been out for? What did they know, what had they found? Was anybody coming for them? Why the hell had she been en route to Hawaii, her birthday wasn’t until winter...

“Hey so — if we do get rescued,” A pair of eyes were on her, Becca was quick to deflect concern as if her entire world wasn’t a soggy mix of question marks and blank spaces. “Or like, when we get rescued. What’s your soul plan? Like what are you just absolutely going to do first, no thought, no hesitation? I think I’m gonna take art classes. I can’t draw but I wanna be able to, you know? And I hear it's good therapy. Sometimes. For some people, I don’t know. Anyway, what will you do? Go ahead, answer or I’ll ask you another dumb question, I’m full of ‘em.”

#wilds.start #hi this is long sorry #if u know me u know im not actually sorry tho #also full disclosure if ur character maybe met becca on the plane i give u full persmission to be like #wow chatty kathy is suddenly a lame potato thats wild she wouldnt shut up on the plane #also i absolutely cut and pasted part of a reply as my intro i call it being resourceful #btw she has no idea someone died : ) aha #last thing; also if i replied to ur starter but u wanna reply to this instead 10/10 thats fine :} go ahead

[beccenss]

ofmayas​:

“so good news,” she’s taking a step back, using her t-shirt as an example as it’s threaded between her fingertips. “i managed to break apart some of the palm leaves, and took some fallen branches, to string them together. if we still have a couple of those life vests leftover– you know, the worthless ones with holes? we can do the same thing, tie them together and loop ‘em over that awning i made. it’ll collect rain water at night while we’re sleeping, and condensation during the day. it’s not much, but it’d be enough for us to use as drinking water– or to wash our clothes. there’s some aloe a little further into the woods over there, could use that as soap- or we can eat it, if there’s not enough water.” she’s tossing her shirt over her shoulder, wiping the sweat from her brows. “a t-shirt won’t work, because it’s cotton, the fabric just soaks up most the moisture, it has to be the vests.” she’ll pause a minute, taking a step towards the awning and tying the wood a little tighter with the palm leaves, just to make sure it’s secure. “the wind’s not gonna’ blow it over, either– i dug anchors into the sand and surrounded it with some rocks that washed up on the shore.” finally, she’s glancing back over her shoulder at the other, blinking in confusion with tethered brows. “what? why are you looking at me like that? it’s just– basic survival training.” she’ll give them a once over, before shaking her head and nodding towards the bit of woods. “so, if you wanna’ come, i’m going to go looking for some running water, if we find any– it’s unlimited, and we can actually bathe properly.”

...

"And I’m just impressed. That’s all. Basic’s my middle name and even I wouldn’t have thought about the anchor thing,” Becca chimed when the girl turned on her abrasively. Sure, Becca knew a thing or two about the wilds, she’d taken enough hiking trips with her dad and friends in the summertime to leave her with a few tricks and tips up her sleeve but she wasn’t on a Bear Grylls level like this girl was. Granted, Becca had only been awake and verticle for maybe a few hours at best at this point after being in a nauseating slumber for the last 48 at least. Her head still hurt a little from what she’d been told was a vicious collision with wet rock upon arrival to the island but unfortunately, outside of that piece of information, she didn’t remember anything else... Not even boarding the plane. Not that anybody else knew that yet. The island was traumatic enough, Becca didn’t think her fellow comrades needed to share her added fear of being completely mind wiped of her last few weeks. She couldn’t even remember being told about this retreat everyone was talking about.

“Uh, sure.” Becca agreed, ignoring the little voice in the back of her head that said absolutely not, you freak, you were concussed for three days what makes you think you can trek into the jungle like some pioneering queen? “When? Like... now, or?”

#c #op: maya

[beccenss]

ofjcnnys​:

open starter: expedition @wildshub​ when: day three, midday where: edge of the jungle

Another night passed and not only had rescue not come, but sleep for Jenny hadn’t either. Though they were still denying it, mind-whirlpool was forming dangerously quickly. Where the fuck was anyone else from the plane? Where the fuck was the plane? Why hadn’t Jillian said anything about her injury? Why the fuck was Joss running every morning? Just when they all needed something to lift their spirits, why did literal spirits wash up on shore? All of it weirded Jenny the fuck out, and it wasn’t helped by the over-arching fear among the group that rescue could be much further away than they had anticipated. Nor was it helped by Jenny being so far away from any form of stability that might have some hope of grounding them.

Eventually they sat up straight. Some of the others had already started looking for more stuff, more things that could help them. And yeah, maybe it was a little wasteful of their energy to just go and do what others were doing but they weren’t thinking straight. They couldn’t think straight. They didn’t want to seem useless and get voted off Total Drama Island, or whatever the equivalent would be in this situation. “ I’m going out there. ” They announced, leaning over to retie their converse nice and tight. “ Or in there, I guess, ” they corrected, looking over their shoulder to clarify they meant the jungle. 

Maybe if they had slept or maybe if they weren’t who they were to begin with they might have clarified why they were going, what they intended to find. But they didn’t, they just thought it was obvious and left it at that. “ Come if you want, don’t come if you don’t want. I don’t care. ” They added to their announcement as they stood, brushing off some sand before they started moving towards the trees. “ If I’m not back by– ” they stopped their sentence, deciding not to tell the group of recently traumatised girls to assume they were dead if they weren’t back by nightfall, “ I’ll be back by sundown. ” They said instead, carrying an unfounded amount of confidence in their voice.

...

Normally, one might argue that being fully conscious and able to hold down their stomach bile was better than the alternative of being a concussed sleeping beauty... but the sooner Becca regained full cognitive function, the more she thought she had to be dreaming still. Instead of her warm, messy bed at home, all she felt was damp sand and ocean grit on her skin. Her shoes were soaked, her jeans were almost the same and what had been a vibrant shirt of mixed dyes and colors was now looking like a mix of baby upchuck and dirt. This wasn’t hell... but it sure was some kind of nightmare.

Firstly, she’d tried to go for a walk. It took time, her legs felt kind of like jelly for the first half. But after a while, the air started to fill her lungs with relief and her head stopped aching like it had the last few days when Becca had had bouts of consciousness. She didn’t feel 100%, but she was feeling better. Good enough, anyway, to come to most of her senses and realize what kind of messed up situation they were all in. 

She was coming, just as someone was going, and when the raven-haired girl turned around after addressing the group, the two of them almost completely collided, bumping ribcages. Becca was the first one to take a step back in the form of stumbling, catching herself against some branches and looking the other girl over. It took a lag of a second, but for the first time since waking up, a sense of relief washed over her. Finally, a face she recognized. One face, no name, but a face at least. It wasn’t much but it was something.

“Hey.” The word burst out of her quickly, desperate to clutch onto that something familiar. Even if it was a total stranger. “I... I remember you. Your face, I mean. You were there.” She realized after a moment that it was a pretty ambiguous statement. There, where? At this point, Becca had gathered the intel that there had been a flight, a plane, in fact, a planned holiday or something.... the only problem? Becca didn’t remember any of it. Not even boarding a flight.

“Look, this is... like completely humiliating and I haven’t really told anyone yet, but I’m kind of really strung out. Like, obviously everyone kind of is but I’m talkin’ like mashed potato for memory, so.” A pause, “I mean, I don’t know if I ever got your name, or like... anything. I don’t even really know what happened after, I just remember seeing you. You know... out there. Like, one minute there was water everywhere and the next...” She shook her head a little, trailing off with the laced assumption that after that, there was nothing else for her to recount. She was hoping they, this girl, this person, would help her figure it out.

#c #op: jenny #wow its uh........... as if i still cant not ramble or smthn

[beccenss]

I mean, there’s only so many options. 

#becca; fc #becca; musings #just island life yannoe

[beccenss]

jocelyn-king​:

Jocelyn had been out on her morning run when she first spotted it. Approaching cautiously at first, as if she was nearing an active explosive, she kept her eyes trained to the object, unnecessarily wary of it as a result of low calorie intake paired with a lack of sleep. “Are you fucking joking me?” she uttered aloud, unable to curb her frustration as soon as she spotted the iconic LV pattern marking the object.

A suitcase. Not her suitcase. The suitcase of somebody who had the disposable income and the audacity combined that allowed them to stroll through any airport with such a luxurious purchase in tow. Alexa’s suitcase. “Fuck me,” she uttered as she dropped to her knees beside it, searching for the zip. Locked. Of course it bloody was. She’d almost thought about going through it herself- the early bird gets the worm right? but fate had stopped her in her tracks with a shiny lock that required a four digit code.

As such, Joss had no choice but to cut her morning run short, exchanging cardio for weights training as she hauled the suitcase back to the camp they had formed over the days prior.

“Good morning, sunshines,” she announced, dumping the bag on the ground near the ashes of last night’s fire. “We’ve got a delivery,”

...

Becca was by no means Miss Popular back home in Cottage Grove, but being among a group of bodies no matter how small and still barely being looked at — it didn’t feel great from the ol’ ego. Though, she supposed it was to be expected. Having spent her first 2-3 days as a lump of queasiness and mumbling in her sleep, there wasn’t much Becca could have done during the initial stages of panic and devastation to be of any use or support. Her own, however — stages of grief — were just starting to catch up with her. 

She’d tried to conduct a silent headcount since she’d finally woken up, though with people coming and going as they pleased, some going rather aggressively more than others, and Becca only having been able to sit up without feeling viciously ill since a few hours ago, it had been a little difficult to get the full scope on where they were, how long they'd been here, and who exactly was here. Just as she'd gathered the assumption that there wasn't much of anything, a leggy blond turned up with an annoncement and a huge something in tow. Watching now as one of the other girls darted for it like a fox for chicken, all but shoving its contents in her face like she'd never feel the soft cotton of a robe again, Becca slowly glanced back to the first blond and accidentally made eye contact. Well, hey. At least she knew now she wasn’t invisible. Maybe.

“Guessing this place works on like a cruel roulette system or something?” She posed, knowing that she herself had more chance of contracting siphilus than winning the lottery. Or her luggage, in this instance. “Sorry, I checked out a bit yesterday... and... before that —” She added quickly in an attempt to glaze over it, “Is that the only one that’s been found?”

#c #op: jocelyn

[beccenss]

alexaxlevy​:

Her foot was sore but it felt better and she could walk normally, rather happy that her pain was not for nothing and they at least had some food now. Deciding she’d done enough for one day, she took a nap. A rather short and sweet one pushed on by the mixture of heat and exhaustion. It wasn’t until distant noise had woken her up that she’d realise there has been a change of events. — Her suitcase appeared to her wrapped in a halo, like an oasis to a thirsty man in a desert and she ran to it like a child. “Oh my God, yes yes thank you Jesus!” but her smile drops and her features soak with rage the closer she gets until finally she is stood above the Luis Vuitton suitcase in utter disbelief. “What the actual fucking fuck! Who did this? Who did this? Guys this is not fucking funny this suitcase is worth more than this whole fucking Island it has…it has literal diamonds on it are you insane?!” she’ll crash on her knees and grab onto her pink robe wrapping it around herself as she pulls the vibrator and the make up bag, unwrapping the champagne. “It’s all intact I’m so fucking happy….”

...

If Becca had felt useless in her past life — that was nothing compared to how useless she now felt on her first full concious day on the island. Even now, after several hours of wandering aimlessly never straying far from where most of the girls seemed to have set up camp, Becca didn’t know what to do with herself or who to talk to. Her head still throbbed sometimes, especially if she sat up too quick or didn’t rest it on something soft. By now, though, it was clear that most of the girls had their trauma duties to attend to. Some walked the waterline a lot, some went into the trees. Some just drew in the sand until even that grew frustratingly monotonous, and instead, took out their anger on their nearest neighbor. 

Becca just watched. Normally, back home, people struggled to shut her up but right now she felt like a cat resting on zero lives left facing the edge of a cliff. She didn’t feel invincible anymore, she didn’t feel brave. She felt washed up, a little queasy and mostly just... kind of unwanted. She wasn’t even sure anybody outside of Jenny knew her name, even. She was probably just “the girl that slept through it all” which sucked because Becca wanted to be the girl that was part of it all. That’s who she would of been back home, anyway.

She’d been watching Alexa for a little while now, though time was relative. Minutes or hours could have passed but Becca was too soggy to know which it was. What she did notice was that watching the honey brunette was about as good as it got around the beach. She had legs that should have been on magazine covers, and an accent that made Becca smile to herself on some words because they sounded funny. Nothing, however, was as entertaining as watching the girl be reunited with her suitcase. A luxury, Becca was quick to figure out, as she herself only had the personal inventory of a few things and even then, her dignity was still yet to wash up on shore.

“Not really the kind of unboxing videos I usually watch,” Becca chimed from her nearby spot on a shaft of driftwood. Although dry, she was trying to be funny. The girl looked like she was somewhere between devestated and yet also elated, a confusing emotional rollercoaster, Becca could imagine. “Meanwhile, I kind of feel like that lame-ass who’s stuck behind at the conveyer belt in the airport after everyone’s left only to find my luggage was shipped somewhere random like Zimbabwe, or something.”

#c #op: alexa

[beccenss]

theshanemartis​:

it was late on night four. yet another day passed with no rescue and shane was back into not being able to sleep. she had stayed up with the fire for awhile, feeding it wood and getting lost in her thoughts. she could hear most of the others softly breathing around her as they slept or pretended to sleep to not have to deal with things anymore. the longer shane sat there thinking, the darker her thoughts got. so when the fire was at a good size, she decided to was safe to go for a walk to try and clear her head. 

socks and shoes were off, her feet in the water as she walked along the beach. it was then that she saw it. at first she thought she was seeing things, just a trick of her imagination from lack of sleep. she walked over to it, squatting down to get a better look. it wasn’t until she reached out to unbury the thing that she actually realized it was what she had been spending the past four days practically praying for. she held her breath as she pulled the orange pill bottle out of the sand. examining the bottle, it seemed fine, the seal never broken. she counted the pills, the same seven she had put in there days ago remained. if she believed in god, she would have thanked him. 

so focused on the pill bottle, shane didn’t notice that one of the other girls had walked over to her until she looked up and gasped out of surprise. loosing her footing in the wet sand, shane fell backwards onto her ass, hand gripping the bottle for dear life. “jesus christ, dude, you scared the shit out of me.”

...

It was safe to say that a concussion induced sleep bender was super not on Becca’s top tier list of benders she wanted to revisit any time soon... not that she was really the bender type, actually. But still. She’d easily decided that being straight up dead to the world for the first 24 or so hours was easier than periodically waking up vomiting and dizzy for the remaining 48. So now, given the freewill to sleep and feeling a little somewhat more herself, Becca couldn’t say she was overly excited by the idea. So when a girl’s figure wafted behind the other side of the fire, disappearing into the dark, Becca’s eyes followed. And soon, so did curious feet.

“Yikes, that’s basically what I did when I first got here. Fall on my ass, about KO’d myself into the next century,” Becca introduced instead of apologizing, realizing after the matter she probably should have but now there was a bit of an awkward silence and Becca felt compelled to fill it. As usual. “Actually next century probably would have been more dope than this. And with more reality TV probably. Maybe.” A dumb thought, but it was better than thinking about how much sand she had in her shoes or how her head still hummed with a dull ache sometimes. 

Given that Becca had only just rejoined the living that very afternoon, she hadn’t the pleasantries of meeting many people yet. But that didn’t matter, she wasn’t afraid of people. Snakes, sure. Hurricanes, probably. But people? People were easy, you just had to get them talking.

“Sooooo,” She drew the word out with a comical dip at the end, “What’cha doing?”

#c #op: shane