the glory is in you

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[nylafm]

zoyaxkhan​:

open starter @wildshub​ when: day 18 where: wherever the new camp is being set up

her head was pounding and she had regretted the previous night immensely. but in spite of the pain and the soreness and the overwhelming laziness, she was up on her feet and grabbing anything and everything that seemed even remotely useful. this island was full of surprises, and zoya seemed to have grown used to it. she wasn’t feeling overwhelmed, or out of place, she was just…onto the next thing. 

following the others into the woods, she wondered if this was their way of accepting their faith. accepting that they needed to make something more permanent for themselves. she didn’t want to follow those thoughts too far in, but she did act as if they were real - as if that’s exactly what was happening right now. 

“hey…” she’ll say softly with a warm smile on as she approached the other, settling beside them. “gets dark quicker out here…the trees an’ all, i’m guessing.” zoya had a tendency to start conversations with an observation. “i want to cuddle, may i?” she scoots closer and asks permission before resting her head on the other. “i’m tired.” 

when nyla spotted everyone leaving camp with their belongings she was tempted to run in the other direction, deeper into the jungle. she wanted to show them that she could survive without the help of condescending liars. but nyla's common sense was stronger than her pride. she knew she couldn't survive on her own. she didn't have oona's hunting knowledge or izzy's medical knowledge. she also knew she would be a hypocrite for abandoning the camp. so reluctantly, she ran over to join them. she hovered at the back of the group, near the eves she thought could tolerate her. she then extended an olive branch by asking one of the tired looking eves if they wanted her to carry something (technically she said let me carry that but in her books that counted as being nice).

after the new camp was finally set up she still sat on the edges. she didn't want to face joss or erin yet. she wasn't ready to act like she wasn't bothered about what happened the night before. "hey." she greeted in return, moving a strand of her out of her eyes and pretending that she didn't jump in surprise at the sound of zoya's voice. "you're right there's a ton of shade here." nyla commented with a nod. usually, she hated small talk and thought it was just a means to an end but she didn't mind zoya's small talk. whenever zoya initiate small talk it felt sincere, either her sincerely wanting to share an observation or a last resort because of boredom. "maybe jude won't constantly look like a lobster.", nyla joked. internally she wondered if jude looked like a lobster back in new york as well and it was simply part of her scruffy charm. she froze at zoya's question. hugs made her feel claustrophobic and the last time she had one was at dinah's funeral. a lump formed in her throat when she thought about how all of those people would regret their choice to hug her if they knew the full truth. "sure, if you really want to." she answered, fighting her way back to the present. "but i gotta warn you i've got a boney shoulder and it won't make you popular with the others. you might get evicted from the island."

[nylafm]

self para: the briefest of looks into nyla's mind and how she feels about the boat

where: the beach

when: day 20

"damn, i was convinced the bitchy one from boston was going to get on the boat! there goes 20 bucks."

when nyla saw the lifeboat pull up on the shore optimism spread deep within her stomach. the idea of drinking a cup of coffee while eating a filling meal seemed like like a realistic possibility. she thought of the comfortable mattress she would be able to sleep on. maybe she would get to stay in a hotel that offered a gift basket full of bath bombs and body wash that smelt like lavender.

 but then officer harker started to address the group and the optimism in nyla's stomach turned to suspicion. her id seemed legitimate but her story wasn't adding up. she didn't say where their location was. if the island was so easy to find then why didn't rescue come sooner?  there were a twenty missing teenagers from multiple countries and there wasn't a search party looking for them? plus, one of them was a famous socialite for crying outloud! nyla wouldn't be entirely surprised if her parents weren't desperate to find her but most of the others seemed to have loving parents. she didn't know if alexa's parents were caring but they had the resources to arrange a thorough search and would probably want to find alexa because she was valuable. nyla was convinced that somebody working for the coast guard would know about the plane crash and be on the lookout for them. 

 the way officer harker spoke was more offputting than her story and the way she refused to give zoya a cell. the alleged officer reminded nyla of a therapist that was desperate to get information out of you but didn't care about your wellbeing. it set off alarm bells in nyla's head. harker also seemed nervous. it was as if she was trying to meet a deadline and was under some kind of pressure to get them on the boat.

nyla felt reassured when she saw some of the fellow survivors question harker and refuse to get on the boat. she trusted halima's judgement. nyla didn't always agree with shane and there were things she disliked about her but she had been a strong leader throughout their time stranded on the island. she was somebody that nyla respected. she didn't respect everyone that refused to get on the boat but she couldn't leave them. she was trying to be a better person and it would be hypocritical for her to abandon the group after the way she reacted when joss and erin left them. she supposed she was stuck with them. but there were many reasons why being stuck with the eves was better than being at home. on the island she didn’t have to confront the future or her guilt (she carried her guilt with her constantly but the island distracted her from it).

[nylafm]

halimabadjie​:

x

As the rain poured down outside the mouth of the cave, Halima found herself too exhausted to be or do anything most of the morning. Her face slack, though the corners of her mouth felt perpetually-downturned, she definitely didn’t have much energy to be angry with Nyla. She’d been previously frustrated, sure—pissed off, totally, for a second there—but the feeling seemed so small and wasteful now. She rubbed her hand over her eyes, sat kitty-corner to the entrance but far in enough to not get hit by any splash back. She tilted her head up to look at the other girl in the wake of her quiet greeting. “Hey,” she said, and took stock of Nyla’s body language if only because it was so at odds to how she usually held herself.

Her mouth twisted for a moment at Nyla’s next words. Had she been amazing? Not really. She floundered, and both her words and actions were as much for herself as they had been for Izzy—if not more so. Which definitely made her like, less-than-amazing for more than one reason. “Sure,” she continued, a little sarcastically but mostly dismissively. She fought the urge to look toward where Izzy sat in the cave and kept her eyes stubbornly on Nyla instead. She tapped her fingers against her knee, then shrugged. “Whatever I didn’t pull out of my ass, I just… got from following Erin’s lead. Not exactly Nobel Prize worthy.” At the follow-up question, Halima paused. Instead of answering, she nodded up toward Nyla. “Do you want to just sit down?” she asked a little wryly. “My neck’s all fucked and looking up at you like this is triggering some kind of complex, I think.” A joke, sort of.

nyla's shoulders relaxed when halima returned her greeting. it was reassuring to know that she hadn't burned bridges with everyone on the island. before the crash she constantly left burn bridges in her wake and only had one major regret but that was because her survival didn't depend on the people she pissed off. she hated relying on other people and playing nice but she didn't have any say in the matter while she was stranded. however, nyla thought she would have tried to befriend halima if she had the choice. the dutch girl was strange but she was strange in an intriguing way and nyla liked how straight forward she was.

”i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t think it was true.” nyla informed the eccentric dutch girl with a small smile. she had lied to get why she wanted in the past but there was nothing she wanted from halima besides the offer of a tentative friendship. “you make it sound easy.” she commented. there was a hint of sadness and frustration to her tone. comforting people didn’t come naturally to her. she could try to follow the instructions outlined in the self help books her mom gave her (instead of parenting her) but her attempts at emotional support come across as fake. she s silently place her jacket down next to halima. she stepped on any creases then sat on top of it with her legs crossed. “i’m surprised you dont already have a complex.” she commented with a wry smile. she had never been to the netherlands so she had no idea if the stereotype about dutch people being tall had any truth in reality. she thought that was a weird stereotype to exist if it had zero grounding in reality but she knew that a lot of stereotypes were inaccurate. she wasn’t going to ask outright for fear of sounding like an ignorant american. “i’m glad you asked me to sit down. it was getting tiring standing up and it ’s easier to have a conversation when we’re both sitting down. that’s if you want to have a conversation.” she couldn’t remember how halima acted after jill’s death so she had no idea how she processed grief. all nyla wanted to do was to be forgiven for all the times she had been a bitch. it would probably happen again but she wanted to be a bitch less. she had once again found out how surprising life could be and easily snuffed out it was.

[holxpyre]

day 19 where: somewhere where its raining closed. @nylafm

she didn’t mean to make a scene yesterday, and perhaps it would not have landed as poorly as it did if she didn’t have an excuse for making a scene every other day. she hated herself, more than anything or anyone else in existence and for a moment there in the woods, as she tried to find a place to sleep for the night so that wolves don’t get her, she hoped that maybe they would. she wished maybe they would. all night she thought of odessa and max how scared they must have been. and she wondered if they knew they were dying, and she wondered if they felt it, and she wondered why it was them and not her. she’d have done anything to trade places.

so as she walks back now, she’s not in a hurry. her mind is too busy being everywhere but here. she doesn’t care about the rain, or the pain in her leg, or the inevitable cold she was about to endure when she finally dries up. when she runs into nyla she’s barely startled. “i wouldn’t go that way, it’s just as miserable there as it is everywhere fuckin’ else.” she wipes her face with a wet sleeve before her eyes focus on the other again. “why are you out here?”

[nylafm]

nyla pushed on defiantly against the rain beating down on her. she didn't know which directed she was walking in but that didn't stop her from striding with purpose. she wanted to go back to the cave. she hated being in rain and everything about it. she hated how it made something she was used to (having clothes cling to her body) feel uncomfortable and claustrophobic. but she couldn't head back by herself. she needed to return with the missing girls. she needed to prove that she was capable of doing something selfish instead of constantly bringing misery and discord like rain did.

instead of feeling exasperated like she usually would felt at being bumped into nyla was delighted when lex ran into her.if she was more impulsive and capable of showing affection nyla would have tightly wrapped her arms around the other girl, relieved to see her alive and breathing,. but she couldn't find it in her to put herself in a more vulnerable position. she was convinced that all of the eves thought she was heartless and wished she was lying on the beach in odessa's place."i'm looking for you." she admitted. she wanted to say it quietly but she knew she needed to shout to be heard over the rain. "i was worried something was going to happen to you, this storm's insane. are you ok?" she asked.

[nylafm]

connellys​:

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the ultimate bottom line was basically that the rain had started, and izzy hadn’t moved. she hadn’t really moved since last night, and there were probably plenty of reasons for this, though none that she felt confident that she could verbalize if asked. briefly, she thought of her journal, somewhere in the sand: she’d probably never write in it again. she didn’t think she could. so, she stayed, and she’s still there in the rain when nyla comes to her as though out of nowhere. she looks up when nyla speaks to her, though if the harshness of her words register, then izzy’s face doesn’t show it for once. what the fuck is wrong with you? what the fuck is wrong with izzy? well. odessa is dead. amelia is dead. isn’t that enough? we need to go. no, izzy doesn’t need to go. she needs to stay. isn’t that obvious? if she didn’t need to stay, then she wouldn’t be staying, but she is. she shakes her head softly, blinking over at nyla, a little dazed. “i’m going to stay,” she answers softly. she doesn’t think she can move; she doesn’t think she can leave. she’s going to stay here, maybe forever, or maybe she’ll move when they move her, her body. maybe then. maybe she’ll have to, but now, she doesn’t have to do anything. still, she gets the sense this won’t suffice for nyla, so she answers: “there’s a fire in there.” she doesn’t know this for a fact, but it would make sense, with the wind and the cold. a fire inside the cave would be normal, would keep it warm, so she hopes she’s right. “my asthma.” she’s not even making an excuse, she’s not even lying. she’s not taken her medication yet, and she’s not even sure she remembers exactly where she left it. even if there was no fire, she still wouldn’t move, but at least she can say it’s right, now, and justifiable to someone other than herself. just self preservation. 

it was difficult to hear izzy's words due to the sound of the rain pouring fiercely around them. nyla had to repeat what the other girl had said in her head to fully process it. after figuring out what izzy had said nyla pinched the brim of her nose. there was a voice in the back of her head telling her to leave the other girl to wallow in the rain. she couldn't control what bad decisions she made and she thought that people should be left to face the consequences of their own actions. but she knew that deep down she would feel guilty if anything bad happened to izzy. she had been responsible for enough people dying and it was easy to pity the blonde. she looked pathetic and helpless sitting in the sand with her soggy tangled hair framing her face. nyla couldn't directly relate to her (she wasn't the type of person to latch onto people and grow attached to them quickly) but she knew that izzy was the most distraught by odessa's death. "izzy please." she pleaded. she felt pathetic but she thought it was a better approach than attempting to drag izzy back to the cave. "you don't have to properly come into the cave, you can stand at the edge." 

[nylafm]

when: day 19

where: the beach

who: @connellys​

intially, nyla was determined to stay in the cave all day. she assumed that lex wouldn't have a hairbrush that would be able to fix her hair if the rain shrunk it or caused it to tangle. but then she did a headcount to feel productive. noticing that izzy, lex and divya were missing caused a shiver to run down her spine. what if the storm caused a tree to fall on one of them or they got swept away? she couldn't bare the guilt if there was another death that she failed to stop. she quickly glanced around the cave to see if anybody would notice her leaving. everyone seemed busy with their thoughts and glad that nyla wasn't making bitchy comments for once. she crept to the mouth of the cave with her jacket bundled up under the arm. when she got to the edge of the cave she placed her jacket over her head and tied the arms around her neck like a makeshift rain hat.

every step she took on the beach was uncertain but full of determination. she tried not to be slowed down by her feet sinking in the sand. she was hellbent on going back to the cave with at least one of the missing girls. "div! izzy! lex!" she repeatedly shouted as she walked. She knew her voice was probably going to be sore by the end of her search but she didn't care. she kept walking and fighting against the rain. she was relieved when she saw the vague shape of a kneeling person. it would be a tragically beautiful sight ,like something out a painting, if nyla wasn't worried sick. "what the fuck is wrong with you?" she shouted as she approached izzy. her worry coming out as anger. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have said that." she apologised as she crouched down next to the blonde. "we need to go." she encouraged, softly pushing at izzy's shoulder. her eyes flicked from izzy to odessa's body.

[nylafm]

when: day 19, morning

where: the cave

who: @halimabadjie

being from boston nyla was used to rain fucking everything up and causing shitty situations. but that usually meant events being called off or people driving like maniacs, not her being trapped in a cave with people that hated her. there was a time when nyla had no problem being detestable. she knew she couldn't please everyone. plus, she always found ways to avoid people that hated her as well as the consequences of her actions. that changed after the death of dinah. it was a wake up call to the fact that her actions had consequences and she couldn't go around challenging people. in the few couple of days she was stranded on the island she tried to be a better person but now she wasn't sure she had it in her.

she was sat away from the rest of the eves pondering these moral questions. she watched as water ran down the side of the cave and zipped up her jacket. she couldn't stay in that part of the cave forever. taking tentative steps, she approached one of the two eves she was pretty sure didn't want her dead. "hey.", she softly greeted halima. "you were amazing with izzy yesterday. i don't know how you did." nyla complimenting before she looking down at her jacket zipper. she started playing with it, running her fingers over the metal. "but how are you holding up? everything's been pretty crazy."

[weggebobble]

[persimmonns]

- Kaveh Akbar, “Forfeiting My Mystique”

[nylafm]

oferins​:

who: open starter @wildshub​ when: day 18, plot drop time baby where: camp, returning from the waterfall

Erin had been right, she had needed a moment to herself. And she had been right that doing something for the group would make her feel better too. Feel useful in some way. She  wiggled her shoulders as she walked, adjusting bags hanging from them. Too pleased with herself to be annoyed at the ache that came with carrying all the now full water bottles, and a couple jars previously full of rum, back to camp. That’s when she hears it, the whirring. She looks up in search of it, not immediately recognising the sound. It’s when her eyes try and look through the canopy and spot a flash of white against blue that she realises what that sound is. “ Oh my god, ” She says, frozen in place for a second before she takes off. Running back to camp as quickly as she could without breaking more jars or knocking herself over with the weight of water bouncing on her back.

It doesn’t take long, she was most of the way to begin with. Running back to camp, and catching just the tail of the plane before it flies out of sight, most of the Eves on their feet despite the state they were in. Holy crap. Out of breath she puts jars on the ground, followed closely by the two backpacks with water bottles. She leant over, hands on her thighs as she tried to catch her breath. She wasn’t out of shape, in fact surprisingly fit, but shit, running with that much additional weight? That was a new hell. “ Did you guys see that? Was that a plane? ” She asked between breaths to whoever was listening to her. Then the most important question. “ Did it see us? ”

hope and excitment caused nyla to forget about the events of the night before. her plan to hold a grudge and isolate herself was replace with thoughts of soothing bubble baths and trips to the mfa. her lips curved into a grin and there was a twinkle in her eyes as she watched smoke from the fire rise. uncharacteristic optimism convinced her that she and the rest of the eves had done enough to alert the pilot of their existence. when she heard the sound of erin's voice nyla's anger returned. she remembered how furious she was that everybody else seemed ok with erin and joss abandoning them then keeping secrets. it made her feel insane and reminded her that she couldn't rely on anybody else because she was the only one that understood how she felt.”no it was just a huge metal bird. of course it was a plane!” she snapped at erin. she twisted a strand of hair around her finger, she wished she still had the stick to grip tightly. “i hope it saw us. i’m not spending another day here.” she vowed like she had a say in the matter.

[nylafm]

who: open @wildshub​ when: day 18, during the plane flying over where: the beach

after spending the whole night sleeping in a tree nyla was lucky a sore back was the worst thing that happened to her. but she didn't feel lucky as she did her morning stretches, one hand placed on the rough tree bark for balance. it was her way of preparing to face the other eves and replicating the normality of her life back in boston (not that her life had been normal for the last couple of months. the feeling of bitterness at the events of the previous night made a home in the pit of her stomach . she couldn't wrap her head around why the other eves were so willing to let joss and erin play them. nyla could admit she wasn't the greatest person ever but she didn't understand why wanting the truth made her the villain in that particular situation. she had plans to spend the morning dwelling on her emotions but the familiar whoosh of a plane going over head changed the trajectory of her morning. she became dizzy with excitement. this was her chance to escape from the island and certain eves. she quickly scanned the edge of the jungle then grabbed a large stick from the floor. she sprinted down to the beach, adrenaline pushing her forward despite her exhaustion. "we've got to make sure it sees us! we need a fire or something." she shouted to nobody in particular. "we might be getting out of here!"

[nylafm]

divyawelby​: 🏝️ Another day, another attempt at sand art. Divya was working on making an elaborate spiral in the sand when Nyla approached her. The sound of the girl’s voice and the question she presented had Divya tensing right up. “Oh, um, hi–” She greeted in return, a rather nervous chuckle following her words shortly after. “The rota? Well, it was sort of a collaboration, really…” Just because Erin wasn’t here any longer didn’t mean the credit she deserved for contributing to the rota left with her. “Um, right. Well, that’s probably because we’d written out the schedule for 5 days only, and it’s… well, it’s been well more than 5 days since it was introduced.” At least Divya thought so. “I am working on another one,” she added after a moment, hoping that by saying that that Nyla would cut her from slack. “It’s just a lot harder to do on my own. And–” It made her feel sad to do it without Erin. But she couldn’t very well say that. “–it’s in the works,” she said instead. “I’m just… you know, working some details?” She sounded like she wasn’t sure. And that’s because she really wasn’t. She barely started it a day ago and she didn’t feel like continuing it at all without Erin. “Would you like to do it?” Divya offered after a moment’s thought. Nyla seemed far more authoritative and organised than Divya was. She reckoned the other girl would do a great job at it. “Since I had a hand in making it last time, maybe it’s not so fair that I have a hand in it now.”

as she listened to divya stumble through a greeting nyla realized she would have to switch tactics. she should have known from the start that divya needed to be dealt with using a softer touch because she was basically a skittish innocent wide-eyed cartoon lamb. her knew softer tactics included suppressing the exasperated eye roll her eyes threatened to do when divya waved-away her question by saying that the rota was a team effort. that was the kind of excuse people made when they didn't want to accept responsibility for their actions. the unfortunate truth of collabrative projects was that everybody was responsible for their success or failure. "the rota being a team effort doesn't take away from how important your contribution was." nyla explained, phrasing her thoughts in a kinder way, as she crouched down next to divya. “i don’t think that’s why the rota...isn’t working as well as it could be.” she explained, being careful to avoid using the word failed. “most work rotas and school time tables only last for five days but those work because jobs and schools are more structured than here. plus, getting all of us to work together is like herding cats.” nyla commented with a tight lipped smile. erin and joss abandoning the group was a perfect example of how hard it was to get the eves to work as a unit. "that's awesome." she enthused with a smile that reached her eyes. that was exactly the kind of thing nyla wanted to hear. “you don’t have to do it on your own. we’re here to help.” she assured divya, putting a comforting hand on the other girl’s shoulder. “i would love to.” she answered. this was what she was looking for ; a chance to leave an impression on the group. maybe this was the distraction she needed to stop her from fixating on the disappearance of the adams. “don’t be like that. off course it’s fair for you to make the rota. you’re playing to your strengths and all of us appreciate your organisation skills.”

[nylafm]

ofjcnnys​:

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Dumping an armful of sticks by the outside of the Eve’s cave, Jenny looked up when they heard someone come up behind them and speak to them. Nyla. Interesting. Unexpected, but it seemed the moment they detached from Shane for two seconds everyone wanted to talk to them. Shame they only wanted to talk to Shane. “ Welcome to the world, Sleeping Beauty. ” They greeted, playful but dry sarcasm to their tone as they stood up straight. They thought for a moment for making a comment that they weren’t Shane’s keeper, but figured it wouldn’t be especially useful. And, Shane had told more than just them where she was going, so it’s not like it was a secret. “ Last one. Joss and Erin. ” They answered after a moment. Though they weren’t totally sure she was as intent on bringing them back as she was seeing them with her own eyes, given their conversation the previous day. “ Why? ” They asked, raising their brows. 

nyla's fingers twitched at the pet name sleeping beauty. she wasn't sure if it was good natured teasting or if jenny was mocking her in her moment of weakness. for nyla the line that separated the two intentions was thin and she often crossed it. jenny words would just have to become another thing for nyla to overthink in her confused and paranoid state that had been growing over the past two days. "just curious." she responsed with a shrug. she knew it was a weak answer but it was the only reason she could think of. "because it's not like we can afford to have anybody else run off." she commented with a hollow laugh. "especially not shane." she added, a rare genuine compliment from nyla.

[nylafm]

when: day 17

where: camp

who: @divyawelby​

nyla brought her hand up to her mouth before dropping it, remembering all the times her mom told her that she needed to keep her nails even and how biting her nails was a dirty habit. she had felt hurt that she was involved in creating it but the intro of a rota was a welcome change. it was a positive reminder of the meticulously planned schedule she had at home. all of the eves ignoring it in favour of doing whatever they wanted was making her stressed. she shuddered when she thought about how the day before more eves did inventory than was necessary. something had to change but nyla couldn't implement change on her own (she would have if she could). "hi, i want to know if the rota was your idea?" she asked divya, softly. "because nobody's following it any more and i want to get things back on track."

[nylafm]

when: day 17, late morning 

where:outskirts of camp

who: @ofjcnnys​

nyla had a rude awakening, she woke up to the feeling of sunlight piercing her eyes. she bolted up straight and turned her head away from the sun. after she fully gained consciousness she began to panic. she patted at the sand around her before she remembered that her phone ran out of charge days ago and she had her watch in her luggage. the time would have to remain a mystery to her and she would have to cope with the fear that she might have wasted precious hours. she went off to the outskirts of camp to change out of the pyjamas she had claimed from lex's suitcase.

when she got back to camp she decided to do a head count as a way make herself feel useful. nyla wasn’t surprised that she didn’t find joss and erin, she thought that the two girls were probably still at their own private camp thinking they were better than the other survivors. but she was surprised that their grumpier version megan rapinoe was gone. nyla had another mystery to solve. she decided that the best way to figure out shane's whereabouts was to ask her taller other half. "do you know where shane is? is she doing her chores, fetching joss and erin or something else?" nyla inquired. there was a pause when she mentioned joss and erin. in her head she had been referring to them as the deserters but she knew she couldn't call them that out loud.

[xserpx]

With all due respect (which is none)

[feralbiologist]

With all due respect (derogatory)

[nylafm]

when: day 16, noonish or whenever lezzy are still on their wang rescue mission

where:outskirts of camp

who:open @wildshub​

nyla was sitting on top of her jacket. her legs were neatly folded and she balanced her open journal on her knees. since finding out about the boys vanishing she'd been trying to figure out what happened to them in between doing her chores.the fact there was an impossible unsolved mystery she didn't have the answers for was getting under her skin. she frowned at her handwriting. the letters were too uneven for her liking and she hated how the words weren't sitting perfectly on the line. now with erin and joss abandoning the group and izzy and lex going to search for them she had another issue to weigh on her mind. "i can't believe we let izzy and lex go off on their own." she mused out loud. she hated herself for not questioning why erin and joss were missing around camp and she hated herself for not making izzy and lex go with a bigger search party. anything could happen to them in the jungle."maybe i should make a betting pool of all the things that could injure them. my money's on quick sand, a snake attack or lex tripping over a fallen branch."

[rachelsennott]

BOOKSMART (2019) dir. Olivia Wilde