#piper 001

[tamyrawilliams]

[ @piper-bright ]

They were everywhere, no matter how Tamyra tried to get away from them. She turned right and she found a woman desperately trying to climb a try but in a way it suggested she thought she was in a completely different place, weeping and crying for help, but then she turned left and instead of getting away, she found herself faced with two teens in twead jackets, running towards her and Tamyra stumbled back, just in time to get out of their way.

She did not want to get two ghosts running through her, thank you very much. That looked cool in movies when they could do special effects, she would have liked to stay away from them in real life.

(For now she ignored the point that this was not real life, this was island life, real life was home and far, far away from this jungle and this island and now the additional crazy stuff that the jungle held that she didn’t realize. That none of them realized, really.)

She needed to get out of here. Whatever was happening, she’s had enough, and she needed to get the hell out of here. The only problem was, she didn’t know the faintest idea where “out” was. Everything was dark, no light coming in from above and they were deep enough in the forest that she didn’t know where to even begin to head out. But there was no point in just stopping and hoping somebody finds her and points her to the right direction, so she picked one - the one that didn’t include ghosts in her path - and started going, hoping that she would eventually bump into somebody who would know the way out, or had a better inkling of directions.

Instead, she found the new girl, Piper was her name. (Technically she could have had a good sense of direction, but she also only arrived a couple of days ago, so Tamyra assumed she was way out of her element in the jungle now.) Her tiny form practically jumped out at Tamyra from behind the tree, bumping into her from what seemed like running.

“Whoa, slow down,” Tamyra said, automatically reaching out and holding onto Piper’s elbows to keep both of them upright. “You okay there? You look like you’ve seen a-- well, this saying doesn’t really work this time I guess, we’ve all seen ghosts.” Tamyra looked behind herself as she dropped her arms and looked behind herself to make sure nobody was coming that way. The ghosts weren’t attacking them, per se, but they still creeped her out. “Come on, let’s move this way, you can tell me what you’ve seen while we walk,” she nodded in a slightly different direction then where she originally headed.

[jakobxbones]

@xxpiperwright

The directive was straight-forward, one of the dogs was late for their appointment. Didn’t happen a lot, but this was one of Piper’s patients, and Jakob knew how neat she liked her packages upon delivery. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten ripped apart by the good doctor, he preferred Ivanov, and not just because the guy almost always put out. Jakob fully had it in his power to let things slide, to do the bit where he just escorted the guy to the research center, but this one made him work for it. Jakob needed to comb the security footage, then there he was, out in the woods, trying to get out. Stupid. 

A runner was a runner, and the guard liked to use any excuse he could to go for a hunt, it was mid-afternoon by the time Bones dragged the teenager through the front door, barely conscious the boy’s face was split nearly clear open. He pulled him through the hall, making a bit of a mess of the hog-tied individual before finally lifting him and slamming him down on the doctor’s slab. 

“Found him outside the perimeter. He fell.” 

[countryxheart]

“Been a long day, darlin’... what’s a guy gotta do ‘round here to get a drink?” Wyatt’s lips curl into a little, teasing smile at the brunette. @sharpenurdamnknife​

[slversoul]

for piper ( @fortyfivcs​ )

“so i was thinking,” she said around a bite of ice cream. a strange snack to get given the weather, but it was something she associated with the beach. eating ice cream. walking barefoot. hair blowing in the breeze. it was a picturesque image worthy for the movies. “i was thinking of writing a memoir. or like a travel guide.” she paused, giving the idea a moment to sink in and saturate. “i might not have been on this earth that long, but i know all the best, secret spots that other young adults would like to know. i have a feeling it would be a big hit.” this was idea wasn’t necessarily true. but antonia was always brainstorming new ways to make money. she had the blog. she had her waitressing job, but she wanted more. she wanted to be able to afford a mansion, or at least, a house big enough to hoard all her treasures the way a dragon would.