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@dinosanddineins
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erin williams (he/they) former waiter
biography / threads / aesthetic
yazmin elsayed (she/her) former events planner
biography / threads / aesthetic / ex-boyfriend
by cat (they/she) i'm dyslexic so if i fucked up in a reply please let me know!
THE OC (2003-2007) â 1.02, âThe Model Homeâ
"Gotta say, this is up there with my worst holiday experiences."
"What do you mean up there? Don't say that and not give a top three, dude. I've stayed in motels with rat-size roaches but that wasn't a holiday.... neither is this, though."
" that's a dumb question. " vanessa repeats their words in a mocking voice, her tone playful and not mean while still making sure to talk as quietly as possible. smile widens now that she knows he's still awake and she wouldn't be left alone with all her thoughts. a huff follows those words. " you might wanna save your energy. " still, there's a glance around to see if she could make out who their culprit was but all she got was the vague direction. in the dark, it's impossible to tell who the noise was coming from. " my money is on finn though. " just cause. " but whoever it is is doing us a favour. scaring off other wild animals and all that, you know ? "
despite being known for their permanent frown, and despite being knee-deep in who knows where, it was a true testament to their friendship how erin still struggled to keep a straight face when vanny mocked them. rolling their eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of their reluctant lips. "save my energy?" he scoffs. "this is easier than a double shift back home. my fight response hasn't been triggered as strongly as a blonde woman with ugly hair complaining for no reason." they both know it wasn't true but erin stubbornly refused to allow the seriousness of the situation to kick in, being overrun with fear and hopelessness did nothing for self-preservation. "no animals are going to touch you between finn's snoring and me. get some shuteye."
''the way I miss taco bell right now, I know its not great but I would give anything for my usual.'''
"Taco bell?" Erin looks repulsed at the suggestion but slowly their expression change. "Actually, that sounds good right now. This island and you are really fucked up for me wanting to get a garbage Chili Cheese Burrito."
BĂŒĆra was truly so glad to have someone like Yazmin. Someone who could make sure the kids didn't encounter any sort of dangers while she was fishing. If one of them chose to swim, she definitely tried to keep a watchful eye. But otherwise, she couldn't keep looking behind her. Yazmin was amazing, and BĂŒĆra loved how good and kind she was with the kids. And how sweet she was to her too, she's been a real cheerleader for BĂŒĆra, all the time really but especially today. And that was exactly what she needed, especially today.
BĂŒĆra gave a nice smile to Yazmin after her words of encouragement, telling her how close she'd been. But it was also accompanied by her shaking her head with a small laugh and a scoff. The words of encouragement were nice, but at the same time, what good did BĂŒĆra really do when it came to getting food for everyone?
"A breather," She repeated the phrase back, thinking about it. Could she still feel good about herself if she took a break? But at the same time, Yazmin was right. She did need to recharge herself to kick some fish ass, and her arm was starting to hurt. Are arm massages a thing? If they are, she definitely needs one right about now. She took a deep breath, and after the exhale, she continued, "You're," She stammered, "You're right. Okay," She sat down near Yazmin and the kids, giving her best smile, "What is everyone doing over here?"
Yazmin watches with a furrowed brow as her friend contemplates taking a break. It's evident that, even from a distance, she struggled with the idea and despite being reluctant Yazmin is thankful when she finally decides to. As BĂŒĆra rejoins the group, she offers a smile as the kids beside them continue to toss the beanie baby and speaking amongst themselves. Yazmin had suggested a game she plays with her nieces to waste time; when somebody catches an object they say word and then somebody else catches it they say one too. Sometimes it would be while hopping, or doing funny dances, which is what they were doing now. Asking to sit one out, the activity made the kids laugh as Yazmin fills BĂŒĆra in.
"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself." There's a pause as she leans over and gives a reassuring nudge, her tone dropping into something more serious to show that she means what she's saying and low enough to make sure nobody else heard. To be honest, it's something Yazmin needed to hear too as she had spent a lot of time kicking herself for not being able to do more despite the fact she physically couldn't. It was infuriating. But she understood. "I think you're doing great, ok? Remember that everything takes practice and you're doing your best." Leaning back, she laughs. "Soon I'm going to be begging you to stop catching fish and once Henry says that I can get my leg wet you're going to have to teach me... then you'll see what a useless fisherman looks like."
"Yeah, this is like The New People but I'm the only hot one."
"âwho was the most annoying? Because that's you right now."
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He'd been avoiding her since his brother had broken the news to him approximately a week and a half ago, after the initial shock of the goddamn plane crash on a fucking deserted island â or was it? â had worn off, at least for the majority of the survivors. It was something that was clearly deliberate on Finn's part, because you didn't accidentally avoid someone when you were stranded on a beach trying to get shit together to make it somewhat habitable as a group.
It wasn't even that he suddenly disliked Yazmin now that she and his brother had broken up. They shared a very solid history of mutual support and friendship, and that was exactly what made this so damn difficult. Quite frankly, Finn was paralysed by the possibilities and perhaps the implications. After all, regardless of whether she was Hal's girlfriend or not, they were friends. Very close friends, even â the fact that they'd met through their mutual connection to Hal became a very, very secondary fact to the one that was most important: they actually liked each other's company, and he'd helped her escape many a Stafford family event with the promise of alcohol, ancient stories, and the comfort of understanding.
And now... now the idea that it was all an illusion, a fact of situation and proximity, that whatever happened between Hal and Yaz somehow reflected on him as well. It was wildly irrational, he knew in his head, but that's not the organ that filled him to the very brim with dread and destructive rumination.
"I'll have the fire ready, will you calm?" he sighed at the next pair of legs that entered within his peripheral vision, having already batted away offers of help just a handful of minutes ago. Finn shot a vaguely annoyed glance up and, as though Boreas himself had descended upon him to root him to the ground, he froze, his eyes conveying the lingering annoyance with a mix of shock and surprise. The embers awoke and the sear of flesh on fire shook him from his paralysis.
With a hiss, Finn pulled his hand up and away from the licking heat, sticking the side of his hand into his mouth out of instinct. "Yazmin," he murmured around his hand, quickly getting up from his crouched position.
Yazmin didn't get along with the majority of the Stafford family. More accurately, the Staffords didn't approve of her. While she gave their son love, support, and rather ironically unquestionable loyalty it didn't change their mind. At first, it was something she had struggled to accept, but after years of dating Henry she had come to terms with knowing that she'd never get their approval. It sadly didn't make the thought of them thrilled that she was out of the picture any easier.
There's one person she had thought cared, though. Somebody who'd be her savior at Stafford family events. The outcast brother. The two had shared many evenings laughing over a glass of unnecessarily expensive wine â they would talk about everything from embarrassing family stories to singing, not forgetting Yazmin's perfect impression of the most prominent family members when she'd had little too much. Regardless of Henry, she had thought they were friends and struggled with the possibility of being wrong.
At first, Yazmin had thought that she was being irrational. It was no surprise that she struggled to grasp what was normal but as the week came to a close and a new one started it was clear that even despite their circumstances Finn was being distant. It's once again on her mind as she rests after gathering, looking over the group only to catch him fussing over the fire in the distance. She had told herself, just like at the wedding, to keep quiet but as the same thought crosses her mind she can feel her stomach churn.
Without much thought she decided now was as best as any. The stern walk over only made her leg hurt more and as she waits to be noticed, her weight shifting and arms folding, it only makes her more irritable.
"Finn." A brief pause. "What did he tell you?" There was no question as to who she was referring to and there was no question she was mad as she looks down with narrowed eyes. "Because I'm not the bad guy here. Look, I know he's your brother and all but I don't know what the fuck he toldâ" she cuts off at the sudden movement of him burning himself. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Yazmin knows she's being harsh to the wrong person and she hares it. After a few moments of reflection, she closes her eyes, and as they open again she starts to unfold one of her arms to reach out for his. "Let me see. I don't want to be blamed for burning your hand off too."
"Predators?" The most anyone had seen on this island were maybe crabs. They'd heard things, sure, but nothing that sounded too dangerous.
"You really think there's things out here that's gonna attack a whole group? Besides, even if there were, I dunno, wolves or something, what exactly do you think we'd be doing?" They'd be panicking and splitting up, they bet.
"Look, you wanna stay by me, be my guest. Just don't pretend you haven't been stuck to me this whole time."
"Don't jungles have big cats and shit?" Their scowl doesn't shift as they both trudge through the undergrowth. As the group carries on Erin's not sure what they're more displeased with: the relentless bugs they keep swatting, being hit by yet another branch, or being questioned? To him, they're all as bad as the last.
"Whatever. We're on a creepy as fuck island and I'm not leaving anything to chanceâ" they pause as they step over something with an exasperated sigh, "âyeah, I'm being your guest. You look like you could take a wolf."
A few days had passed and while the initial feelings that had flared in the aftermath of their crash had died down, Alejandro was still finding it difficult to settle into a rhythm. "How long do you think it'll be 'til we're back home," he asked. He was restless and out of sorts. Realizing that he didn't have very many skills to offer in comparison to everyone else hadn't really helped either. "I just don't want my dog thinking I abandoned him."
"Hopefully sooner rather than later," Yazmin replies with a smile. There's no doubt in her mind that there are people out looking for them. She doesn't think of it as being hopeful, but rather logical, a plane didn't arrive and people would be demanding answers. "I'm sure he doesn't. He'll just be happy to see you when you're back. For what it's worth, George doesn't care as long as somebody is fussing over him while I'm gone."
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Riley truly didn't have a large thought process when it came to choosing to stay on the beach rather than going on an expedition. Just figured their skills could still be of more use on the beach than on these random expeditions. Plus, it had been a long month, really mentally draining on her and they needed 'Riley time.'
But she could feel some judgmental eyes when they just were sitting around so, eventually, got up and tried to find the simplest thing to do for now. Building the SOS sign. She walked over to someone else, who looked like they were trying to get started, and asked, "So are we using rocks or sticks, or what is it that I can get and do to help?"
Yazmin didn't want to stay at the beach but it was her only option. Just like yesterday, the day before, and the day before that she gathers and checks over the little supplies the group has before resting. However, she never rests for long. It's even more unnerving now the group is smaller and despite wanting to be positive about the expeditions she doesn't want to dwell on the scary unknown â the thought of them getting lost was never far from her mind.
Looking up from kneeling, awkwardly given her leg, she wipes her forehead with the back of her sandy arm and smiles when they want to help. She's surprised somebody wants to given they've been here so long but Yazmin refuses to give up hope. "I'm trying to dig an outline with my hands so we at least have something." She responds. "I don't know what to put in the middle but anything we can find sounds about right."
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Who knows what they would find wandering deeper into the jungles of this island. the vague direction is north, marking the way they had come so they would hopefully find their way back. after a full day of marching through uncharted territory, they found a safe-ish spot to camp for the night. wanting some privacy while not straying too far from each other, everyone set up their little area. leaned back against one of the huge trees, she found that while her body was exhausted, her mind didn't want to quiet down. then again, neither did the island.
after a while, her head turns to look at who had settled in not too far away from her. " hey. psst. are you still awake ? "
erin soon found out that if there was anything worse than the beach it was the jungle. while they were both as simultaneously bad as each other at least the beach was open and they could see everything around them. the jungle? the jungle, on the other hand, was eerie and he couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on the back of their head despite nothing being there â as far as they could see. as the group settles down for the night they too rather annoyingly can't get out of their head, they wonder if they had made a wrong choice and put them both in danger but it was too late now.
"that's a dumb question." despite erin's words their tone is teasing albeit exhausted. they lift their head from their bent knees which their arms folded over and look in vanny's direction. "i want to know who's snoring so i can kick their ass."
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Val did want to get off of that beach; a month was plenty of time to feel stranded. What they didn't sign up for, however, was a jungle trek. It felt humid, cramped, and altogether unfamiliar to what they were used to. Not that they couldn't handle it, but there might be some complaining if the whole island was like this.
"Hey," they say to the person closest to them. It was pretty obvious that they were sticking to them. Which they didn't mind as much at the beach, but here, when their own nerves were shredded? Val at least wanted to know why it was happening.
"What is this?" They motion to the very little distance between them.
Erin jumped at the opportunity to get off the beach. They were sure that if they spent a few more days looking at the sea without a sign of rescue they'd have snapped. To their benefit, he had been somewhat amiable but it was wearing thin. Their plan off the bat was to stay close to a few people. Amongst the group heading off the beach, it was safe to say that Val looked like they could defend themselves and that was something Erin noted.
"Excuse me?" He looks up with a furrowed brow when spoken to, offended that the other had said something. "Predators don't go for those who are grouped up, asshole. I'm doing you a favour."
Liyana hummed quietly to herself as she flipped through one of the magazines sheâd found in the wreckage. Most of it was too waterlogged to read, but she enjoyed trying to decipher what the articles had been about before it had taken an extended swim. And when she got bored, at least she could flip to page 24, where her mom smiled back at her, arm wrapped around her father as he held his head high, a smug look of success on his face. Sure, they were a little streaky and wrinkly and her momâs face was blending into her dress, but it was something.Â
As she flipped to the next page, she spared a glance over her shoulder to the rescue fire to double check it was still burning just to notice someone bent over the fire, poking at the logs. âArenât you hot? Itâs like, a hundred degrees.â
Despite being surrounded by trees the group had found that most of the wood wasn't dry enough to burn so Erin figured out the fastest way to dry them, to remove the bark and stack them by the fire which they refused to let go out â â it was used to cook the fish the group caught and it provided light and much needed warmth during the night. But don't mistake them for a people person. The last thing they wanted to do was make conversation so he had hoped that the other person would have kept their head down. But that was asking too much, huh?
"Duh." Erin doesn't move their attention away from fussing over the fire but he scoffs, a smile churning their lips at the question which was nothing less than comedic to him. "But I don't see anybody else doing this so thank me later when it's cold."
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In the past month, BĂŒĆra has found herself doing ... so much that she never could have imagined doing in her past life off the island. Going on one of the expeditions, though, that wasn't something she could do. But something she had learned, thanks to another survivor she learned who was a fisherman, is fishing. Her teacher, himself, had admitted it was a learning curve for even him, given they didn't have actual fishing rods and just mostly spears/sticks to catch fish. But when he figured it out, it was so helpful to the group's food supply. And BĂŒĆra had found herself wanting to learn to fish, and he helped her. She only learned it in the past week, however, and to say she wasn't the best at it was an understatement.
She'd been trying to help others who had volunteered, but she was feeling frustrated and of course her teacher went off in one of the expeditions. It had been what felt like hours, and she had only caught 3 fish. The kids were playing in the sand, near the ocean and Zoe and Lacey even went into the ocean to swim a few times (but not too far from the shore, as BĂŒĆra would always warn them).
Maybe she was just at a bad area of the beach, though. So she took her stuff, and told the kids they were moving, to a different area of the beach.
Still, not much luck. She let out an exasperated sigh and turned to someone near her, as she said, "You know that 'The Rainbow Fish' kid book?" She paused, before continuing, "Feel like it's more likely that that exact fish is in this ocean somewhere than it is for me to successfully catch more fish today."
It wasn't advisable for Yazmin to get her wound wet, much to her dismay, as she'd have liked to join in with fishing or go on an expedition. Looking at the same horizon day in and day was a constant reminder of how long they had been here but rest was mandatory. Doctor prescribed. While gathering fruit and wood was necessary, she felt like she could do more, and as she watches BĂŒĆra fish she can't help but feel guilty. She also knows better than to risk her and Henry's hard work at keeping her leg uninfected. It was tempting, though.
The bright side is that she gets to spend time with the kids in the group. Yazmin had always had a fondness for children, despite not wanting any of her own, and as she watches them throw back and forth Claude the Crab and she's reminded of her nephews and nieces. While the beanie baby was the most prized possession from her luggage he made a great beanie... bag.
Her attention shifts from the kids when BĂŒĆra speaks and she can't help but be humoured at her words, laughing and shaking her head. "Don't say that! You've been close so many times." If there was anybody who wanted BĂŒĆra to catch a fish as much as BĂŒĆra, it was Yazmin. It was admirable how she was still trying, still finding the hope and motivation to move spots despite coming away empty-handed. If it was the other way around Yazmin knows that she'd have given up by now.
"Why don't you take a breather?" She suggests. "Recharge and then go back and kick fish aâ" there are kids around, "booty. Your arm must be killing you because mine hurts just watching."
I hate it when people ask âdo you trust meâ like âŠdonât call me out like that âŠâŠ..the answer is no
It was obvious that she wanted nothing to do with him. Had things gone according to plan, they would've attended the wedding, played nice for their friends -- most of whom still believed them to be happily together -- and returned home to never see one another. As it was, Henry hadn't heard from Yazmin in the weeks leading up to their expected vacation. Not that he could blame her, of course. If this situation they now found themselves in was any less dire, Henry would've almost been amused by how it all had worked out -- going from not speaking to reliant on one another. It was clear, though, that even now, Yazmin wouldn't allow herself to rely on him.
Henry wouldn't allow that to deter him. All of his life he'd been the kind of man to walk through barriers with his chin raised as if said barriers simply didn't exist. This was just one such barrier. "Of course," he agreed, taking her hand and flashing her a half smile. "No shelter, and no small talk. Just doctor patient stuff. We'll keep it strictly professional." He ushered her over to the small makeshift shelter he'd built -- he'd never been a boy scout or camped as a child, but it seemed sturdy enough -- and motioned at the ground. He'd cleared a spot and laid out his jacket so that she could sit. "I found some emergency first aid supplies. We'll use the bandages in that. Hopefully, we'll be back home before they run out, but if not, we'll have to resort to using clothes. The main thing is to keep it clean so you don't develop an infection." Henry waited for her to show him the injury before he continued. "How's it feeling?"
In all honesty, Yazmin Elsayed isn't sure how she's managing to hold herself together but Henry's the last person she wants to break down in front of. Even before the crash she was forced to deal with a hundred conflicting emotions. The thought of spending time with Henry again was the most daunting thing she had prepared for and even then she wasn't ready the second she saw him and his brother at their airport. There weren't words for how the sight of somebody so familiar, and so loved, felt like a stranger at the same time. It made her sick to her stomach.
She sits down on the jacket without complaining and starts to roll her torn and bloodied jean leg so it's above her knee. Yazmin didn't have to time to mull over how she feels about a compassionate gesture from Henry but it was welcomed. "It feels like something cut through my leg." She answers. It was blunt but it was to the point. "It doesn't feel like anything's in there if that's what you're asking. There are people worse off than me so if you can just rebandage it and I'll be out of your hair. " Although he deserves the harshness, Yazmin can't help but feel guilty, unlike him she wasn't a master of suppressing emotions and being heartless when needed - if there's one thing she'd have liked to have learned from him over the years it would have been that.
"Please. We both know the best outcome is that I'll get an uneven scar."
