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HARRIET “HATTIE” KEENEY ( EMMA MACKEY ) is an EIGHTEEN year old from COCHRANE, ONTARIO. SHE is known around the island as THE LONE WOLF because she is SHREWD and DILIGENT but can also be STANDOFFISH and BRUSQUE. SHE reminds of bruised knees, pickup trucks, and billy joel songs.

#wilds.intro

theshanemartis:

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staring out at the water, shane didn’t bother to look up when hattie approached her. she didn’t even realize she said something at first, zooned out and too lost in thought to pay attention to the things going on around her. but after a second, her brain caught up to her. “i did food yesterday,” she said flatly, still looking out at the water. and it wasn’t a lie to get out of chores, she and jenny did bring back mangoes yesterday. shane was one of the few that were against giving away their food to the adams, yet she was the only one bringing back food to make up for it. didn’t really seem fair.

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in some ways (perhaps even more than hattie was comfortable with), hattie and shane were similar people. closed-off. resilient. poor team players – ironically enough, since they both played sports. so while hattie could certainly empathize with the whole ‘lone wolf’ thing shane had going on, they seemed to share one last critical trait that put them at odds: stubbornness. “okay. so what, then,” she asked, ever-neutral. “you’re just not gonna do anything unless it’s with jenny?”

#shane.#int.

odessabailey:

WHO: Open @wildshub WHERE: Eves Camp, Beach WHEN: Day 15, Morning

“I’m guessing since those three are going to get the black box, we’re saying fuck you to the chore chart?” Odessa sighed, looking around the camp and taking in those who were sat around, clearly waiting to see what would become of the three sent to procure the black box. “Honestly, after the past couple of days, wouldn’t be the worst thing to sit around…” So much occurred after they stumbled across the boys. It would be nice to slow down a little. Even if it was just for the morning. As much as Odessa loved getting things done, she couldn’t deny that she felt a bit weary. And maybe that was something a bit of morning yoga could fix. “Hey, wanna do something?” She asked the person closest to her. “Fun little activity. Totally harmless. Helps a bunch with heart health, back pain… stress relief.” Which she felt they could all use being on this island for more than two weeks now. “It’ll be really fun,” she promised, spurring the other to join her.

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they weren’t, actually, saying fuck the chore chart. what hattie had found a pointless and overzealous contribution to the group at first was now her lifeline – its adherence seemed to be the only time the entire group was on the same page. literally and figuratively. she stopped scribbling in the margins and gave odessa a flat look, unconvinced by her promise of totally harmless, stress-relieving fun. “i’m not having sex with you,” she said, crossing odessa’s name out under the water category. “how some of you can stand it is beyond me. i wash my yap out every morning with saltwater and even i can still taste the cavities forming.”

#odessa.#int.

theshanemartis:

who: everyone minus bev, jude, and lex @wildshub when: morning, day 15 where: eve’s beach

after the departure of joss and erin, shane had spent most of the night crying in jenny’s arms until she finally cried herself out and was able to pass out of a couple hours. but as soon as the sun rose, her eyes darted around for the two missing eves and of course she came up empty. exhausted and burnt out from caring, shane was actually grateful that she wasn’t included in the black box mission even if the others assumed she would throw a bitch fit over it. instead, she was sitting on the beach, watching as bev, jude, and lex swam out to where divya pointed out the wreckage. she wasn’t exactly paying attention to them, instead she was dissociating in the general direction of the water, her brain too lost in everything, thoughts of the island, thoughts of joss, thoughts of how tired and broken she felt. she knew she needed to tell the others what happened to erin and joss, but for now her hands digging absentmindedly thought the sand as if to ground her and remind her that she was still on the beach, but her eyes stared blankly ahead.

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in times of crisis and chaos, hattie did what she did best: devoting herself to work. practice, chorin’, corralling a bunch of exhausted and starving eighteen-year-olds into doing their chorin’...no one ever said she took the easy path to distraction, that’s for damn sure. with one of the tattered pink notebooks in her hand and a pen in the other, she padded over to the shore. “shane,” she said in lieu of a proper greeting. “you’re on futy today.” that was the portmanteau she just made up in her head for food duty. they didn’t have time to get into it. after a moment of silence and blank stares from both parties, hattie lowered the journal. “look. if you don’t wanna risk running into the other group that badly, i’ll go, but that just means you’re gonna be countin’ clamshells 'til sundown.”

#shane.#int.

alexaxlevy:

open. day 12. @wildshub

Lex did not at all mind the new rotation system. She didn’t mind anything at this point apart from the shifty and disgusting weather. Her head was hurting and with nearly two weeks gone with no sign of help she was beginning to truly doubt they’d get off this Island anytime soon. “God, imagine if they find us like twenty years from now and we’re all old and full of wrinkles and like…hairy. Ass hanging. Roots down to our asses. – No way in fucking hell am I getting on live TV, that would be so fucking appalling.” she says to no one in particular. As usual. Putting her notebook aside, as it was too dark and gloomy to write, she’ll flip the mushrooms over the fire and sigh. “I miss Instagram. Gosh, the algorithm must’ve drowned me out by now. I bet no one is even talking about us at this point. How long have we even been here? Two weeks? Three weeks? Six months?”

" try twelve days, kimmy k. ” hattie had no comment to offer on the ass hair – she found it hard to imagine a scenario in which they’d survive twenty more hours here, much less twenty years. and she almost preferred that. growing old on this island, with these particular girls...having to wonder every day what her friends and brothers were doing, whether they’d forgotten about her, whether they had families of their own that she was no longer even a part of...yeah. no, she’d definitely take death by starvation or a nice, swift rock to the head over turning into an unhinged castaway a la tom hanks. “ consider it a blessing. now you don’t have to deal with facetune’d selfies and targeted ads about flavored water that gives you the scoots. ”

#alexa.#int.#death tw

when: day 11, noon where: eves’ camp @clarkewalling

to no one’s surprise, hattie hated the chore chart idea from the moment the girls suggested it. not because she wasn’t going to be choring – she’d do that, anyway – but because she preferred to do it on her own. groups of people just slowed her down, more time wasted on figuring out what everyone’s role would be and making idle small talk than actually getting shit done. it was much more efficient for her to lay out her plan, get to work, and circle back with everyone else in a few hours to make sure they’d all done their part.

“ right, ” she bobbed her head, watching erin walk away with her journal like an over-zealous camp counselor. “ i’m gonna scrap the shore, see if anything edible’s washed up between now and last night. tide’s been pretty high out there, so if i get lucky we’re lookin’ at a shrimp dinner, girls. ” or she could dream about it. hands on her hips, hattie looked to clarke. “ i guess you and king have the foraging covered ? ”

#clarke.#int.

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