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!"