it was that warm, fuzzy feeling that elise was enjoying about this particular high like a sleepy child being tucked into bed. but as she opened her eyes, none of that matched and she was reminded of their situation. it wasn’t even dying that scared her at this point, it was the thought of watching the others go first. elise knew she needed to refocus, and her eyes wandered until she heard the cap off a bottle and saw libby a little further away. she stumbled towards her, throwing her hands up when she thought libby was spooked. elise kept her eyes up to the sky as she dropped down next to the other blonde. “the night? it can still be beautiful. we can just pretend things are more, convenient.” she pondered for a moment what to say, feeling playful, “so, in our fantasy world, which includes you sharing some of your stash with me please, why are we out here looking at the stars?”
Gesturing to the other blonde girl to sit down next to her, Libby grinned. “Well hello!” she called out. Feeling uncharacteristically generous, she passed the small glass bottle to her companion. “What brings you to the beach on this lovely evening?” She giggled, feeling both weed and the alcohol crash over her body like the waves on the shore. She lowered herself down onto her back, laying out in the sand before turning her head towards Elise. “You know what’s kind of funny? I would literally rather be at the actual retreat than here. I thought that some feminist wellness rehab trip sounded like complete bullshit and it was the last place I wanted to be before this but now?? Doesn’t sound half bad. It’s not ideal at all but even just laying out on a beach where there’s like… cell service and massages seems absolutely heavenly.” She let her eyes wander towards the horizon and sighed. She’d always had a tendency to get quite chatty whenever she was high and even though she hadn’t spent much time opening up to the girls throughout the past week, now was no exception. “It really is beautiful here but it’s hard to be appreciatave of the magestic-ness of nature when the circumstances are so shitty. Like, honestly?? I’m just so boooored! None of the movies about people who are stranded on islands talk about how ridiculously boring it is! I feel like I’m losing my mind, yknow?”
For the first time since the plane had gone down, Libby was feeling good — like her old self. She has always been a bit of a lightweight and the involuntary tolerance break that she had been taking since her parents found everything stashed away in her bedroom was only adding to that. A small voice in her head was telling her that the fact that it took a makeshift party with drugs and alcohol to make her feel even the slightest bit normal was probably a bit concerning but in her intoxicated haze, Libby was choosing to ignore it. She was stranded on a fucking island, if she needed a little substance use to get her through, so be it. She had been saving her miniature bottles of alcohol that had washed up onto the shore, wanting to keep them for as long as possible — and selfishly, not wanting to share with the other girls if she didn’t have to. This, however, has seemed like a pretty good occasion to break into her stash. She sat down in the sand and unzipped the side pocket of her shorts where she had hidden a miniature bottle of peach vodka. She slid off her Birkenstocks and buried her toes into the sand. As she cracked open the cap off the bottle and took a swig, she looked up at the sky. There were more stars shining than she had ever seen in her life. Hearing slight rustling behind her, Libby whipped her head around. As soon as she realized that it was another person rather than a mountain lion, she grinned. “Look!” She gestured towards the sky with the excitement of a little kid. “You know, under different circumstances this would be like… really beautiful.”
Where: Camp, near the treeline
When: Day 8, later in the day after the girls have partaken in Alexa’s ‘surprise’
“Hey, hey, hi–” Divya took hold of the arm of the person closest to her, partly to get their attention but mostly to steady herself. “Not trying to be weird anything but I really, really need to pee and I’m scared to go into the jungle alone… right now.” In her state. In her delightfully happy-go-lucky and deeply relaxed state. “So I was wondering– ” She shifted her weight from foot to foot comically, tilting her body side to side as she did so, almost as if she were doing a silly dance. “Will you come with me?” At the question, she brought her hand down from where she was holding the person’s arm and took their hand instead. “Pleeeease. I swear I know how to go to the bathroom myself but I feel reeeeally floaty right now and what if I get lost in the trees?” She brought up worriedly, eyes now wide at the thought. A point of much concern if she should say so herself. “I don’t want to have a repeat of yesterday.”
“Oh my gosh, hi!” Libby squealed as she and Divya collided. She smiled and rested her arm upon the other girl listening to her speak. “Divya. Of course I’ll go with you! It’s like a little fieeeeeld trip!!” Going into the woods would have never occurred to Libby but now that another person had suggested it, there was nothing that seemed like a better idea. She grinned and took Divya’s hand. “The jungle is like, so scary at night but I bet it’ll be really fun. And don’t even worry. We won’t get lost, I totally know where I’m going. It’ll be a little adventure!” Truth be told, she only had a vague mental map of the layout of the thick of trees despite how much time she had spent wandering through them, but alcohol was called liquid courage for good reason — Libby felt invincible. She started towards the jungle pulling Divya with her. “C’mon, let’s go! We’ve got this.” As they began walking, Libby continued babbling away, barely even thinking about what she was saying. “You know what’s so funny? This is like, exactly what that stupid retreat was supposed to be teaching us about, like feminism and stuff. I mean, also like… not doing drugs which... we obviously aren’t doing the best with that whole aspect of it but! If only they could see us now! Taking on the world with like, girl power and stuff!” She concluded, giggling to herself.
where: beach
when: day 8, early morning
tw: death mentions
elise watched the sun rise on the ocean in somewhat of a daze, whether it was lack of sleep, drugs, or the stress of it all but she found herself caught in the rhythm of the waves. in came all of those images she didn’t want, mostly jillian’s dead body, and all the other dead bodies she’d seen before her really, then, splash, as the waves would crash on the rock, she’d take a long exhale, just wash it away, she’d whisper more to herself. elise turned back as she heard some stirring, wondering if her fellow islanders were awake so early.
Before the crash, Libby had never been an early riser. Maybe it was a result of the sleeping pills that she would often pop late at night, maybe it was because of her tendency to get home from parties in the early hours of the morning, maybe it was just because she was a teenager but it was not uncommon for her to sleep past 1:00 pm. But in the past week she had found herself waking up much earlier than usual, probably a result of the lack of blackout curtains that were available on the island and the bright sun. There really wasn’t much to do so she had taken to walking around the island, partially to clear her head and have some time by herself as well as to try and create a very basic mental map of how the island was laid out. As she wandered the beach, Libby found that she was not alone this time. “Hey,” she called out to the other girl. “I didn’t know that anyone else was up. You doing okay?” She paused. “Well, like... “okay” under the current circumstances I guess.”
Her eyes shift towards Libby and she’ll lift her glasses up to give her a better look. “What’s with all the questions Sherlock?” she smiles and looks over the collected herbs. There really was a lot, it was no need for her to actually pluck out so much but herbs, vegetables and mushrooms were known to shrink when cooked so she guessed the amount would end up being just fine considering how hungry most of them were. “I got up early yes. This is the first time I came looking around, I just assumed someone would have noticed these by now if they existed considering how much people run in and out of this bitch. Alas, people must’ve been looking for something else.” or simply failed to recognize the goodies which, she found hard to believe. “I don’t know if it’ll work but like…what other options do we have? And please don’t say to shake the tree, I’m not trying to have a massive coconut fall on my head. But hey, other than that I’m open to ideas.”
She shrugged her shoulders and looked towards the other girl, eyebrows raised. “Hey, you know what they say. Inquiring minds want to know. Or something like that.” After looking through the various things that Alexa had managed to pull together. “Mostly I just mean that I’m impressed. It’s like, what, 10:00 in the morning and you’ve already gotten all of this done.” she said. Libby’s cheeks flushed a bit more than usual. She had been spending most of her time wandering through the jungle during the days and had never noticed the abundance of things that they could use to improve the conditions of their food supply even the slightest bit. She should probably start pulling at least some of her weight in this group, she concluded. After looking up and down the tree once more, she furrowed her brows. While she was sure that there must be some way that was easier than shaking the fruits with a stick, she had absoutely no idea how to go about finding a solution. “Point taken. I don’t know anything about coconut trees anyways. Maybe you’ve got the right idea. Here, take this,” she said as she passed the long stick to Alexa. “I wonder if we can make something that’s at least semi-edible with all this. I’d kill for food that wasn’t a snack off the plane. Anything I can do to help out?”
Jocelyn wasn’t particularly confident when it came to following directions, so when Libby mentioned taking a trip to the waterfall to cool down and have something to drink, Joss leapt at the opportunity to follow the other girl’s lead. “I’ll come with,” she’d chimed, making the decision for herself before Libby had the opportunity to protest her company. With that, she tossed a few key items into her swag bag, her new secret toothbrush included and swung it over her shoulder, ready to go.
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Joss had seen waterfalls before, she’d seen stunning waterfalls before, across various landscapes during her travels but nothing quite equated to this. Perhaps it was her own desperation that made the sight all the more beautiful and as they approached the body of water, it managed to literally take her breath away. “Fuck me,” she uttered aloud in awe, “I’m not going back until dark,” she announced decidedly, “I’m literally staying here all day,” she added, dumping her bag atop a flat rock, one that she planned on making her daybed for the afternoon. “Kinda nice to have it all to ourselves too, hey,” she offered, without realising that it sort of sounded like she was either hitting on the other girl or insulting the ones that weren’t present.
Jocelyn’s eagerness to come with Libby caught her a bit off guard. She hadn’t really been expecting to have someone accompanying her on her trek to the waterfall. She was sort of pissed off that she wouldn’t be able to keep up her streak of interacting with the other girls as possible. That being said, there was a small part of her that was glad to have some company. A week on the island had almost gone by and despite her anger, she was getting a bit lonely so having someone to talk to could be nice. Maybe it’s like the stages of grief, Libby had thought. She couldn’t remember many of them but she was pretty sure that anger and acceptance were both in it. As they approached the waterfall, Libby felt a rush of euphoria wash over her for the first time since the crash.
“Oh my God,” she murmured. Libby had never been particularly interested in nature before but after nearly a week spent either on a humid jungle or an even hotter shoreline, the sight of an immense spring of water felt like coming across a sacred oasis. “It’s gorgeous here,” she agreed. “I’m right there with you, staying here for as long as possible seems like the move right now.” She slipped off her Birkenstocks and dipped a foot into the water. “It feels amazing too.” She bundled up her tank top and shorts throwing them to the side and began wading into the water as Joss spoke. “You’re totally right. Some space is probably good for all of us. Like, no offense to everyone else but it’s exhausting being together all the time.” She dipped her head below the water and popped back up a moment later. “Sorry for uh, this,” she said, gesturing to her small pile of clothes and then to herself. “I don’t want to have to be in wet clothes for the rest of the day, you know?” She paused for a moment. “What do you think the odds are that someone’s suitcase shows up on the beach? I’m so tired of having like, next to no clothes.”
Alexa knocked out fairly early. With champagne on an empty stomach and the storm hitting the outside walls of the newfound cave, she’d felt it was absolutely perfect weather for falling asleep. Her joy was short-lived through, because as soon as the dawn cracked open the new day, hot rays of sun fell directly on her face and she’d snuck out with her wet belongings to head for he beach once again. She knew water awaited there, glad for a moment her shit was ruined to preserve some of the rain. — As she walked through the woods, for the first time by actually paying attention, her eyes were mesmerised by the sheer amount of food just growing from the ground and the bushes and the trees. Did none of the others actually notice this before? Lex took out one of the robes from the makeshift blanket-bag and began collecting the berries, the coriander, basil and everything else she’d known for a fact to be edible. As she wandered deeper in, she’d noticed a couple coconut trees and decided to climb the one which had appeared the shortest. Barely acknowledging that there was now, somehow, a full living person standing next to her – she passes them the bag and the herbs as she rolls another shirt to attempt the climb. “Hold this. I’m gonna try and reach some of those, okay? I need something like…like a stick or something so I can shake them down when I get a bit higher…”
It was so ridiculously hot out, especially on the beach. The sun was bright and hit the shore directly and to make matters worse, there were essentially no trees that would provide any respite from the overwhelming heat. The humidity was a bitch too, especially because of the rain but Libby used this to her advantage claiming that she would go into the forest to “explore” and look for things that could be helpful in the coming days. While it was still crazy hot, at least the never ending trees provided some shade so she was no longer being hit directly by the sun’s bright rays. For the most part though, she simply wandered through the thick of the trees and for lost within her own thoughts. The island, Libby had discovered, was a lot bigger than it felt. She could walk through the jungle for hours and never seem to come across any of her peers. Because of this precedent of isolation in the woods, the sight she was met with that morning caught her off guard. Alexis attempting to climb up the trunk of a tree was... surprising but Libby was a bit impressed. “You doing alright there?” she asked as she took a hold of the foraged goods. As she continued speaking, she scanned her eyes around the ground looking for a long stick. “Jesus, where’d you find all of this? How long have you been up? Is it all from this morning?” After spying a stick, she picked it up and examined it for a moment and then looked back at the fruit on the tree. “Are you sure that’s gonna work?” She challenged. “There’s probably an easier way to get them down, you know?”
LIBBY GILBERT ( ELLE FANNING ) is an EIGHTEEN year old from BOSTON, MA. SHE is known around the island as THE WILD CHILD because she is CHARISMATIC and INDEPENDENT but can also be RECKLESS and SELF ABSORBED. SHE reminds of makeup that’s the slightest bit smudged, smoking on a fire escape during a party in the middle of the winter , the way that doing something bad can feel so good.
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME: Elizabeth (Libby) Stella Gilbert
NICKNAMES: Lib(s)
BIRTHDAY: October 15, 2002
AGE: 18
HOMETOWN: Boston, Massachusetts
BIRTHPLACE: New York City, New York
RELIGION: Non-Practicing Christian (Presbyterian)
ETHNICITY: White
NATIONALITY: American
EDUCATION: High School Senior
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
SOCIAL CLASS: Upper Middle Class (closer to Upper Class rather than Middle Class though)
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
HEIGHT: 5’9
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blonde
BUILD: Slim
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Small scar on elbow
NOTABLE FEATURES: Rosy cheeks,
PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: Cut her hand / thumb after accidentally breaking a glass as a little kid and still can’t bend her thumb all the way forward
ALLERGIES: Artificial Orange Flavoring (Oddly enough it’s the only artificial flavor that she has an issue with)
PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR
HOBBIES: Parties, Watching movies, socializing
LIKES: Nighttime in a big city, drugs, gossip, designer clothing, long painted nails
DISLIKES: Political functions, small talk, following rules, waking up early, acne
QUIRKS: Libby loves rings and has a wide selection of them in order to have a couple that could go with basically any outfit that she could put together. The only ring that she wears with every outfit and practically never takes off is a gold signet style ring with an L engraved on it. Her sisters and mother all have the same one with their respective initials so it holds much more sentimental value than any other piece of jewelry that she owns. Over the years, she has developed a habit of twisting the ring around the tip of her left hand pointer finger when feeling nervous or uncomfortable .
STRENGTHS: From the time that she was a small child, Libby was fiercely independent. When approaching a task, she often takes charge, especially when working in group settings. She also isn’t afraid to speak her mind about her feelings towards things and doesn’t let people take advantage of or walk all over her.
WEAKNESSES: Libby lives for the feeling of an adrenaline rush. She views it as being courageous and spontaneous but the problem with this is that she’s never been good at thinking before doing something. This “courage” and “spontaneity” often turn into recklessness and impulsive behavior which tends to end up putting Libby into situations that are dangerous to herself and to others. She has a pretty bad temper which causes a tendency to get into and to cause arguments.
Libby’s dad is a politician and is in the midst of campaigning for mayor of Boston. So because of that, she and her family are not famous by any means but semi-well known within the city.
Much to the distain of her parents, Libby has seven piercings — three in her earlobes, two in her left ear’s cartilage and one in her right ear’s, a nose ring on her left nostril, and a belly button piercing (which her parents are not aware of.) She also has a small stick and poke tattoo of a lighting bolt on the middle finger of her left hand which she got from a guy who had she met 15 minutes prior at a Boston College frat party. It’s been a year since and she’s been telling her parents that she drew it on with a sharpie the few times that one of them has noticed.
She has a crazy good memory to the point where it borders on being photographic but only about certain things. Most of the things that stick in her mind seem to be weirdly specific facts and details as opposed to useful information.
There’s a two inch long scar in the shape of a half circle on her elbow She got it last fall when her boyfriend at the time tried to teach her how to skateboard.
She has a bad habit of deciding that she wants to learn how to do something, trying it out for a little bit and then forgetting about it. Currently she’s been trying to teach herself to play the bass.
FLIGHT ATTIRE
If there’s one thing that Libby can’t stand about travel, particularly while flying, it’s the discomfort. As an attempt to prevent this as much as possible, she opted to dress comfortably rather than to look nice. This is fairly out of character for her as she usually cares a lot about the manner in which she presents herself, especially when she’s going to be meeting new people. That being said, she didn’t even want to be going on the retreat so she felt no desire to put forth any effort into a good first impression.
She ended up wearing a pair of navy lululemon Hotty Hot shorts, a light blue tank top, a chunky beige cardigan that was big enough to practically function as a blanket and some rings from her vast collection and pulled her hair into a messy ponytail tied up with a white scrunchie.
PERSONAL ITEMS
A half empty bottle of Glossier You perfume which somehow didn’t shatter during the crash.
A medium large sized makeup bag that Libby filled with various small bottles of alcohol that she stole from her mother before leaving
A pill container with about 85 days worth of a 90 day supply of Lamictal
BONUSES
BACKGROUND INFORMATION: These are just the answers to the prompts from the application but they provide a little more insight into who she is as a person, TW for drug use.
CHARACTER INSPO: Audrey Horne (Twin Peaks), Lux Lisbon (The Virgin Suicides), Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks), Effy Stonem (Skins), Evie Zamora (Thirteen), Madison Montgomery (American Horror Story: Coven), Kathryn Merteuil (Cruel Intentions)
