#trident;fire

[noahgraves]

“HOLD UP.”

The villa was a pile of smoldering rubble, plumes of black smoke rising into the sky. It looked eerie, destruction against such a tranquil seascape, but Noah knew better. This island was hell for most of its inhabitants, himself included. He reacted out of instinct, his hand reaching out to block the onlooker as they began to step down the path toward the villa, squarely hitting their chest. “What the hell? You can’t get any closer, it’s not safe.” The fire was well and mostly out, but the structural damage was -- well, structural. Extensive. He expected it would look worse before it looked better. “What do you think you’re doing?”

[wesley-warwick]

Wesley was a little thrown off by the whole event. The fire, the panic, the running around. Everything was happening so fast, and the blond wasn’t quite sure how to absorb it all. At first, he tried to help, throwing water on the fire, but somehow, the prince couldn’t do that much, and was forced out of the way so that other, more useful people, could help extinguish the flames. Now, sitting a ways back from the fire, legs pulled up to his chest. “So... Who do you think did it? Everyone keeps throwing around royals, but... It couldn’t have been royals, right?”

[hrhxainsley]

Ainsley felt as though she couldn’t breathe enough clean oxygen following the fire. Smoke inhalation was no joke. She sat on the steps of the Canteen, bottle of water in her hands as she sipped at it. Soot smudged her cheeks, her hair a tangled mess. Even her pajamas ripped at the knee from when she tripped. “Who could be so stupid to do that right where people are living?” she asked to no one in particular, blue eyes locked on the wooden steps before her. 

[jacobtulach]

9:08 pm.

Jacob found himself back in the infirmary, sitting on the edge of a bed at the hands of Malle Davies. It was quieter now, a lull subverting the chaos going on. Pirates out for blood, royals scared and accusatory. For now, all Jacob could do was return to the infirmary for a new bandage as promised. “Didn’t think you’d still be here,” he mumbled. The fact that she was made him even more conflicted. Not all of the royals were bad. Some had been there long enough that Jacob forgot where they came from. It was a strange feeling. He sighed and looked up at her with a deep crease in his brow. “I’d like for you to stay with me tonight.” The reasons weren’t clear even to him. Was he protecting her? Why? Damn it. “If you want.”

@isoldedavies

[mikaelabennett-blog]

‘‘Just put the bloody oxygen mask on before I knock you unconscious and shove a tube down your throat.’‘ Kaela snapped, waving the oxygen mask in the air threateningly. This hadn’t been her first patient that was adamant on going back out there to help put out the last of the flames and check on other people. She was running on less than three hours sleep and had been working non stop since she had first discovered the fire. This person was just unlucky to be her last straw.

[kylexcollinsxsailingxmaster]

|TRIDENT FIRE: OPEN|

Being the night owl that he was Kyle was wide awake when the fire happened. He didn’t see it close up, but he did see it from afar and he rushed out of his villa to go see exactly where it originated and to see if anyone was hurt. He was relieved that the villa was empty, but he was absolutely furious at the situation and that someone here thought that setting a fire was a way to get anywhere at all. On top of being furious, he was worried about the ones he loved and cared for. As he moved around helping wherever he could, the look on his face was a clear indication that he was not to be messed with right now. “Fucking idiots.” He could be heard muttering to himself.

[aokardosarchive]

[ @luka-rossi ]

   The moment Nael caught sight of the familiar face that could only belong to the prestigious Italian family, he immediately made his way towards him, fearful as to losing the other prince if he did not move fast. “Luka!” 

   Now more than ever, the Argentinian needed to speak to the other royals, to find out what was going on. Surely, there was talk amongst them, and he needed to be in the loop. Seeing as Luka was one of the longest residing captives of the isla, perhaps he knew something. And if not, maybe he could point Nael to someone who could possibly know.

   “Hermano!” Finally catching up to the prince, Nael looked quite frazzled. “How are you? Are you alright? Is everyone okay? Is Maddalena okay?” The questions poured out of him, one after the other. His worry for the Rossi family needed to be pacified, first and foremost.

[bo-bellamy]

“Hey, shithead.” Bo waited a beat. Rolled her eyes dramatically. “Yeah, you,” she said to the weaselly looking blond prince. She held a bucket of water in each arm, filled to the brim with water. The gall of these royals to stand around like a bunch of wide eyed imbeciles when there was work to do. Bo couldn’t stand for a slack-jawed prince smoking idly like he didn’t have a stake in this.  “You look like you ain’t doin shit. Take one of these and dump it on some embers.”

@niklas--johansson