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WHO: The Fearless Fifteen + Jillian Golding (NPC) WHAT: Jillian’s Death and the girls’ reaction to it. WHEN: Day 1, Evening NOTE: Just posting for record and so it’s easier to refer back to.

Jillian "Can you guys get your shit together? Jesus. I need to piss. You all better not still be bitching at each other when I get back.” Jillian barely gets five feet away from the group before she clutches her side and falls to the sand. The pain she had assumed was nothing was anything but.

Shane shane rolled her eyes as jillian barked orders at them again. it's not like she and jocelyn didn't do most of the work setting up camp or anything. "getting real sick of this bitch," she muttered to no one in particular, not even realizing that as she said it, the girl collapsed to the ground.

Divya Hearing a noise behind her, Divya turned to look over her shoulder, wondering what the thud was. “Um– shit.” Divya stared at Jillian’s body in horror before calling out to get the rest of the group’s attention. “Guys!” She stood up and went over.

Reyna reyna only glanced over briefly when shane spoke. having to actually pay attention when divya spoke was but a mild inconvenience. she got to her feet and stared, mouth hanging open slightly. "well fuck, did you hex her or something?"

Oona Oona followed Divya’s gaze but felt frozen where she sat, even as Divya got to her feet. “Jillian?” She called out shakily, struck frantic and unhelpful by the sight of Jillian’s body in a heap on the sand.

Divya "Hex her?” Divya repeated incredulously. Like witchcraft? Divya thought as she came up to Jillian’s body. “Jill?” She asked. “Mate?” She knelt down to the sand and patted her on the back. No reaction. “Jillian?”

Shane shane's head spun around at everyone's commotion. "shit, i wasn't serious!" she jumped up and followed everyone over to where jillian fell. "is she breathing?"

Reyna reyna had been kidding, mostly because she thought jillian was just being annoying. apparently not. she got up slowly and walked over to the fallen body. she knelt down to check her pulse. her expression said enough.

Oona Oona's fingers curled around her knees, squeezing hard. She could just make out the expressions of those kneeling around Jillian and her heart jolted. "What's wrong with her?" She called out, finally getting to her feet. "Someone... Hold your hand in front of her mouth. Can you feel her breath?"

Joss Still relatively desperate for the cheerleader's approval, Jocelyn kept an eye on Jill, even after the other's had largely started to ignore her, after she'd dismissed them so rudely. "Oh fuckin' hell" Joss cursed, pulling the collar of her sweatshirt up over her nose as she stood around uselessly, in a panic. She watched the other girls gather to aid their fallen comrade while Joss shifted her feet, stepping no more than a couple of feet in any direction doing nothing. "Did anyone else drink that bloody strawberry shit?" she finally spat out, lowering her sweatshirt from her mouth, ready to come to terms with the fact that she may have accidentally poisoned her new BFF.

Reyna with only some hesitation, she shoved jillian's body over so she was properly lying flat on her back. was no one willing to say it out loud? she didn't want to be the one to do it, so she checked again, pressing two fingers to the girl's neck and then to her wrist. "she's dead." in her shock, she didn't even think of doing cpr. reyna moved back, getting back to her feet. the only thing she could thing about was the fact she'd touched a corpse. "you seriously think you killed her?" she asked jocelyn flatly.

Divya Dead? Divya gulped. Her throat felt tight. Even after Reyna had rolled her over, she looked down at Jillian’s immobile body hoping this was just a massive prank. “Jill..?” She whispered and gave the blonde’s shoulder a small push with the tips of her fingers hoping that would finally get a reaction but it didn’t. No... She thought she’d give Oona’s instruction a go. Hesitantly, she reached over and brought her shaky palm to Jill’s lips. “Uhhh... what is not breathing supposed to feel like?” She asked out loud.

Joss "Oi, what the fuck?" Jocelyn practically squeaked at Reyna's line of questioning, feeling like she was already being accused of something terrible. Instinctively, she threw her hands in the air, palms open in surrender, "Of course I didn't fuckin' kill her- We were friends," she hesitated a moment, "Are friends" she corrected herself, a sick feeling rising in her stomach. "Yeah, fuck this," she spat out a moment, later, lowering her hands from their raised position and walking away from the group to catch her breath while Divya and Oona performed a seemingly useless vitals check.

Shane shane stood, watching all the girls frantically figure out what to do before joss snapped at reyna and went off. "joss, calm down, where are you going?" she called out to her. seeing the others seemingly giving up on her literally seconds after she dropped, shane went over and got down on her knees. "move over, don't you guys know cpr?" she asked no on in particular before she started doing chest compression. but the only time shane had done this was on a dummy a few years ago, she wasn't even sure if she was pressing hard enough. as much as she hated jillian, she didn't want her to die in this place.

Oona Oona’s mouth opened then closed uselessly as she fell on her knees beside Divya. Not breathing felt a lot like what it sounded like, and she didn’t know how to say that without giving in and accepting what had already been announced: Jillian was dead. Don’t you guys know CPR? Technically speaking, Oona had been taught CPR in health class but every step seemed too puff out of her brain when faced with a real emergency. She inhaled sharply as Shane started the compressions. “I—” She was useless. She turned to Joss' retreating back. “Joss? Take a deep breaths.”

Reyna once upon a time reyna had wanted to be a doctor, but now she was staring at her hands with nothing but disgust. not feeling a pulse, knowing jillian was just a body - or had been, or was. she looked up when shane positioned herself over the body. "you have to-" her voice stuck in her throat. "you have to move your compressions up or you'll break her ribs." she didn't care about what was going on with jocelyn. she wasn't dying.

Joss Jocelyn had barely moved a few feet away before she was drawn back to the group by the sound of her own name from Shane and Clogs. "I'm not gonna stand around and-" she was cut off by the sound of Reyna's voice, her warning. Her ribs. Jill had been clutching her side, just like Cloggy had been except Jill's hadn't gone away, it was more than just a temporary stich. "Hang on, hang on," she insisted quickly, dropping to her knees beside Shane and lifting Jillian's shirt, revealing an unsightly palette of blues, yellows and purples on her skin. She gulped at the sight of the injury. It was clear to her that broken ribs was perhaps the least of Jillian's worries.

Shane shane looked up when reyna pointed out that she needed to move her hands up more. she was probably right, shane hadn't done this in a while. pausing for a second, shane shifted her hands up jillian's chest more before continuing. which was when jocelyn rejoined the group and pulled up her shirt. her compression slowed for a second before finally stopping all together. "wait- was she... bleeding internally all day?" she looked up at divya, wondering if she noticed anything strange about her. well, stranger than her mega bitch attitude.

Divya Divya bumbled to her feet and moved away when Shane stepped in, backing slowly with shaky breaths and unstill hands as she watched the other perform CPR on the blonde. Shit, shit, shit. This all felt like way too much. Instead of do something remotely useful like try and see what was going on with Joss like Oona had or start chest compressions like Shane, she was just standing there like a bloody idiot. She couldn’t even answer promptly when Shane asked her a question. A slightly delay before she answered, “I– I don’t know,” she sputtered. She recalled all of the times throughout the day she asked Jillian if she was alright. She usually got a curt fine and other times was just brushed off. The last time she asked, Jill had snapped and said I swear to God if you ask one more time. "She said she was fine..."

Cora It's too late. CPR isn't normally even effective unless you get ambulance help quickly... Cora stared, more still and silent than she'd been since they'd washed up on this godforsaken island. She's dead. She's dead. It's too late. She won't wake up. Everyone else seemed to be doing something. But all Cora could do right now was stare. She felt sick, and for once she didn't think it was anything to do with the dizzying injury on her head. No, it had far more to do with the memories she couldn't get rid of, the ones that threatened to overwhelm her. She stared and though she was looking at Jillian and the girls trying to save her, she saw another body. Saw herself, begging in vain, crying. Pushing her sister from the room before she could see. Cora knew what death looked like. "It's too late. She's dead." Her voice wasn't loud, her tone was flat. But she was certain. "Her injuries. They're too bad, we can't save her. She's dead."

Reyna "idiots," reyna grumbled under her breath. she couldn't exactly justify the holier-than-thou attitude she had adopted since she had been mentally checked out and unhelpful for the better part of the day, but it was still there. she still stood a few feet from the body, not daring to go near it again. she didn't have it in her to mourn, faced with death she was closed off and angry. why did bad things have to happen to her? why did death follow her around? i already said that. no one cared, she thought ruefully. "so... what are we supposed to do?" she asked. "bury her? throw her in the ocean?" something more gruesome came to mind and she felt like she might through up. her eyes turned skyward — would they be saved?

Joss The blonde inhaled sharply before turning over her shoulder to address Reyna directly, "You reckon you could shut the fuck up for like, two seconds?" she asked rhetorically, her words dripping with venom as they left her lips. The way Reyna had spoken to Joss earlier was one thing, the way she was speaking about a girl who had just died right in front of them was another and she had no patience for it whatsoever. She looked back at Jillian then, gently lowering her shirt out of respect, unsure of what else she could do to aid the poor girl.

Cora In the back of her mind, Cora was half impressed at Wesley's tone. But despite her callousness, Reyna was right. "Bury her. We don't know what is on the island with us. If there's predators... It'll bring them here." She sounded cold, heartless. But it was true. Cora finally looked up, looking at Wesley. Her panic, her anger, her loss of what to do. It was all too familiar. "Besides, we can't just leave her here either."

Oona Oona’s dad hunted, so she’d seen shot-down deer and their empty, dark eyes, and while it made her sick to her stomach she could stomach it. But a human body was something different. She knew this human’s name. She was called Jillian and she pulled Oona out of the ocean. Until now, everyone’s survival had seemed like the best of omens. If they could survive that—all of them—then they could survive what came next until rescue. She tried to drown out the mutterings and arguments of the other girls, and tried to swallow this new reality, and as Joss lowered Jillian’s shirt back down, Oona reached out and closed her eyes. It made it look she might’ve been sleeping. "I agree with Cora," she said, though the logic of it all almost seemed inhumane and her heart clenched as she looked down at Jillian's face. But they did have to be logical about it. "Not too close to the ocean. The waves might... wash away the sand and unbury her or something, right?"

Reyna reyna was fully aware that she sounded harsh, but she also knew she was right. a glare at joss was sufficient enough for the time being. she did, however, shut the fuck up for all of thirty seconds. "maybe the top of the beach," she suggested. "anyone have something hard we can shovel with?"

Divya “So, we need to– to move her is what you’re saying?” A redundant question but one she just felt like she had to ask. Maybe saying it out loud would help her come to terms with the reality. Divya blinked, tears rolling down her eyes as she did so. She sniffled, bringing a hand up to wipe the wetness on her cheek away. “How are we going to do this?”

Cora "Yes. We need to move her. We don't know how high the tide is here." There would be signs, but Cora couldn't remember them right now. Her head was spinning faster and faster. "We might just have to dig with our hands." Really turning the childhood games of digging massive holes--even burying yourself in them--into things she did not want to think about. Again. "But further up is better."

Joss Joss glanced at Shane briefly; she had done a lot of inflating and flexing in an effort to claim her stake as the alpha soccer captain in the group. She realised that all it has really done now was advertise that she and her athletic counterpart were perhaps the best for the job of lugging Jillian down the beach.

Reyna there was some guilt, but mostly reyna was just trying to be practical. it had yet to sink in that jill was actually a person and not just now, for want of a better description, dead weight. couldn't she have dropped down somewhere more convenient- closer to the jungle perhaps? reluctantly she suggested, "a gravediggers team and a moving team?"

Shane shane ran her hand through her hair as everyone started trying to make a plan for what to do with jillian's body. she finally just up from where she was kneeling next to her and took a step backwards, sucking in a shaky breath. "further up is the best idea," she agreed with cora. looking over at joss, she knew that they were probably the strongest out of the group and would be able to carry most of her weight. "yeah, i can help move."

Oona Oona sat back and felt her eyes sting. She cleared her throat and finally drew her gaze away from Jillian’s motionless face. “Okay, yeah, that makes sense,” she said shakily, for lack of anything else to really say. “I can... help dig?" Her suggestion was hesitant because neither option was particularly attractive, but she'd do anything to feel less useless.

Joss ”Can we just not call it a gravediggers team please like- fuck,” she was crude, she had a foul mouth but she was genuinely perturbed by the choice of words. She pressed her lips together then, nodding her head in agreement with Shane, “I can help move,” she echoed, without realising she had repeated the other girl verbatim.

Jenny It’s not like they’ve never seen a dead body before, but it was the very fact that they had that kept Jenny frozen as everything unfolded. Through the efforts to figure out what was wrong, through the CPR, through the decision Jill was dead and the decision of what to do with her body. Totally frozen in place. But then deciding on /teams/. What a crude way to decide what needed to be done. “I can dig” they announced, forcing themselves to move forward. There was no fucking way they were volunteering to touch the body.

Divya “I’ll help... dig too,” Divya spoke up. The moment she said it, she felt sick to her stomach. She couldn’t believe this is what they were talking about right now. She stared at Jillian’s lifeless body and clenched her jaw, hands curling into fists at her sides. This felt wrong. This felt so, so wrong.

Reyna reyna swallowed nervously before making the executive decision to walk up the beach to find the perfect gravesite. god, it was so morbid. but someone had to do something. what happened when it finally got dark? she wasn't sharing a plot where she would have to touch jill again. she had involuntarily made herself the leader of the gravediggers. or rather - not gravediggers upon joss' request. she walked until she found somewhere that the tide probably wouldn't touch. she didn't ask permission as she sank to her knees and dug her hands into the earth.

Shane was it really going to be the two soccer captains being the only two able and willing to move jillian? she understood though, this was a dead body after all, no one in their right might would be too keen on touching her. with a sigh, shane walked over to jocelyn. “how the fuck are we supposed to do this?” one take her arms other legs? shane was strong but all her strength was in her legs, not so much her arms.

Joss Jocelyn's mouth twisted as a pensive expression consumed her features. She adjusted her ponytail, tightening the bind around it before she planted her hands on her hips, her eyes glued to Jill. She was torn from her racing thoughts when Shane spoke up and she was admittedly glad to have a question to answer, rather than the hundreds of unanswered questions swirling around in her head. "Yep," she confirmed with a nod, "Best way to do it," she agreed. She was no stranger to this, oddly enough, she'd help haul plenty of her drunk ass friends into bed once they'd passed out drunk on somebody's couch or floor or even their lawn. "I'll go under the arms," she decided, for no reason reason at all. Perhaps it was because she'd rather stare at Shane than spend even a second of their journey glancing at Jill's lifeless face.

Shane shane nodded when jocelyn made her pick, almost a little jealous that she didn’t pick that first. now she was going to have to look at jill’s face the whole way to wherever reyna went off to. walking around to jillian’s legs, she squatted down in between them and wrap her arms around her tights. “not exactly how i imagined i’d be getting in between someone’s legs at the retreat,” she muttered under her breath sarcastically. bad timing, but shane never did have a filter even in normal situations. “ready?” she asked louder to joss.

Joss Joss looked over to where Reyna had started digging and though she'd told her to shut the fuck up just minutes beforehand, she was admittedly impressed by the other girl's effort and progress. She looked back at Shane when she spoke, her eyebrows lifting with surprise at the openness of the comment. "That's one way to interpret female bonding," she uttered. Was she shocked that the soccer jock with the oversize shirt and Adidas sweats was into girls? No. Was she shocked that she was so chill about it? Hell yeah. She was pretty sure there were girls on her team that would rather drop out of school forever than be caught eyeing up another girl in the locker room. Damn. With her words tied up in her throat somewhere she hummed her agreement instead of saying it as she couched to get her arms under Jill's and hoist her up. "On three? One...two..."

Shane she couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at joss’ comment. it was such an inappropriate time to be making jokes but it almost made this all a little easier to handle. it helped her from panicking about the fact that they were about to move a literal dead body. one of a girl that just a few hours ago, shane wanted to punch. focus shane, she thought to herself, looking at jocelyn with determination. “okay,” shane nodded, making sure she had a good grip on her legs and on three, the two of them lifted jillian off the ground. harder than lifting someone who was passed out, but not impossible. “i’ll direct you where to go, okay?”

Jenny Jenny followed Reyna's lead, thankful to have a few moments of not having to look directly at Jillian's body and rather dig her a grave. They pushed the sleeves of their hoodie up to their elbows as they dropped to their knees opposite Reyna, alongside the other diggers. They couldn't dig a deep grave, rescue was coming, and someone would just have to dig her up again. But it had to be deep enough that the tide or an animal couldn't pull her free. Jenny assumed someone would tell them when they should stop, just like someone had told them that they had to deal with the body. And so they simply dug, and would do– while trying desperately not to think about Jillian and everything about this situation, until someone told them otherwise

Cora Cora didn't want to touch Jillian's body more than necessary. So she followed Reyna too, kneeling beside her to start pulling sandy dirt up, focusing entirely on that task instead of everything else going on. As much as one could when literally digging a shallow grave. And when the thought of would this be the last grave kept creeping in. She kept her face neutral, not looking at anyone else as she dug. Cora might not like these girls--or even know them--but she didn't want them to die. The list of people she actively wished ill on was short, and no one on this island was included.

Divya I can’t believe we’re doing this. I can’t believe she’s dead. The two sentences fought of space at the forefront of Divya’s mind as she knelt with the girls and created a place for Jillian’s body to rest in. She tried hard not to think about what she was doing, hoping soon that she would just zone out and move mindlessly until someone told her to stop. She dug and dug, waited and waited for the moment for come, but it just didn’t and she had to break the silence herself. “Is this–” She sniffed, wiping her sleeve against her itchy nose. “–deep enough? How deep is the–” She couldn’t bring herself to say ‘grave’. “–this supposed to go?”

Reyna reyna dug in silence for a long time. her fingers ached from pulling at clumps of sand that no one had probably ever touched. she would have kept digging forever if divya hadn't spoken and broken the unsettling silence. she glanced over to the others who were carrying the body and then looked back down at the hole. she nodded. "i think is is." she moved out of the way, moving from her knees so she was sitting properly a few inches away from the freshly dug grave. they just had to hope it didn't become a graveyard. it only just then hit her that they would actually have to bury her. as in put all of the sand back on top of her. she felt sick at the thought. but what had to be done had to be done.

Joss Jocelyn nodded her head before she could find her voice. A moment or so passed before she could utter a simple “Got it,” in response to Shane’s question, though it was likely rhetorical. With her back to the direction they were headed, Joss focused on the shoreline and then on Shane, finding it easier to watch the microscopic changes in the other girl’s expression, rather than think about what was happening or what they were doing. Jill was heavier than Joss expected, not impossible to shift but more difficult that she had anticipated. Dead weight, they called it. Now, Joss was starting to understand the term in a more literal sense.

Cora It was surprisingly quick work with all of them doing it. Or maybe Cora just wasn't that aware of time right now. When Reyna said it was deep enough, she stopped, sitting back on her heels with her hands in her lap. It took her a couple more seconds to realise she ought to get out of Wesley and Shane's way. Make a path to the grave. She scrambled to her feet and backed up a couple steps. It was then, glancing back at the body being lugged towards them, that the memories became overwhelming. People always did say that simply pushing everything down wasn't healthy. Nausea swelled in her. She couldn't be sick right here. Cora walked as quickly as she could away, but she only got about twenty metres before she fell to her knees, emptying the contents of her stomach onto the sand. That bloody pink drink, she thought to herself, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. If anyone asked, she'd blame her head injury. She wasn't even 100% sure it hadn't been the cause. Or, at least, part of it.

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