#talk:tamyra2

[lucas-lowe]

DATE: May 27th, 2021 TIME: 04:24 PM LOCATION: North Beach

Killing time. Luke learned last couple of weeks that he is incredibly bad at killing time. Before the injury, his day was packed with plans and schedules-- morning jogs, checking for traps and fishing, processing the catches of the day or delivering it to the Farm... Now, all he can do is either sitting around and rereading the same books over and over again, or some light work at the Farm but he is under the strict instructions from Dr. Akbar who sometimes keeps an eye on him while he works. Day by day, he can feel his sanity gradually wearing off. And of all the power he could get from this stupid magic island, healing is not one of them.

So the long walk at the beach has become a part of his routine. It’s not as stimulating as jogging, the same boring scene everyday, but it’s better than being stuck in bed. Today, however, he notices something new on the sand. At first he thought it was a log or a seal-- he has never seen a seal or knows where they live, to be honest-- but as he gets closer, he sees that it’s Tamyra Williams, sunbathing. 

“Huh.” He makes a dumb sound, stopping on his track. “...I’ve heard that people sunbath but, didn’t think it was actually a thing.” He comments, taking a moment to take a break, catch his breath. The last time he has seen her was in the Jungle after she killed that beast. “‘sup, Williams. So you made it out in one piece.” He greets.

@tamyrawilliams​

[cash-carlisle]

DATE: February 26th, 2021 TIME: 08:16 PM LOCATION: North Beach

The night has fallen, and the suffocating dark begins to seep into his bones. Cash sits by a rock he managed found, planting there after wandering in the fog for hours. He couldn’t reach the light, let alone find his way around this inexorcisable fog. Feeling helpless and alone, he stares into the abyss waiting for any sign of life. The air buzzes with whispers and distant screams, and he finds himself closing the ears. How is he supposed to help anyone else when he can’t even help himself?

“Casey? Are you feeling alright?” a soft voice makes his head snaps up. Someone stands right in front of him, hands on their knees, beaming at him with the familiar yet foreign smile-- an image he could only conjure from the distant memories. He swallows dryly, whispering the name “Ava?” It can’t be. Ava is supposed to be back in the world outside, hopefully happy and healthy-- but Cash jumps up to his feet and pulls her into an embrace as if he was possessed by the shadow of his past. “Look at you, all grown-up, but you’re still my softhearted boy” her voice speaks softly, just as he remembers. “I don’t feel like a grown-up.” He croaks as the tears run down his cheeks. “...I’m sorry, Ava. It’s all my fault-- I dragged Charles down with me. He could’ve been with you if it wasn’t for me. I’m sorry. I should’ve-- I should’ve drowned alone.” 

@tamyrawilliams​