#wilds.start

[oferins]

open starter: @wildshub​ when: day 18, high tide time babey where: beach, erin returning from the waterfall

Erin was distracted, completely. People’s words from the last few days, especially drunken words from last night, seemed to be on a constant repeat in her head. She wanted to let it go, she wanted to just move on and, like, be happy– or whatever the fuck she’d been doing the first 12 days on the island. But she couldn’t. She hadn’t noticed when she’d left in the very very early morning (arguably still the middle of the night to some) that the tide had started moving up the beach. At least, not more than it did every night. Not enough for Erin to predict what was to come. She was a pool lifeguard after all, not a beach lifeguard.

The long walk to the waterfall and back, with as many bottles as she could carry in two far from pristine Dawn of Eve drawstring backpacks, had felt like what she needed. It was something useful, something she had to return to camp with, and it allowed her the time in nature to reconnect with herself. Think out as many of the negative thoughts on rotation in her head as she possibly could. But when she caught the first glance of the beach through the trees, she realised she was wrong. She was so fucking wrong.

She dropped the bags, forward thinking enough to realise they would only weigh her down and she’d need to drag them off the beach again anyway, before she ran. Hurrying to the cave, where the tide was starting to seep in, some where awake already. “ Come on, come on! The water! ” The moment she saw the red bag of the first aid kit, she reached for it. That was their most important possession. The couldn’t lose it. Where the hell was the lighter? And, Jesus, should she have left the water bottles and brought the bags? Didn’t matter, she reached for anything she could, shoving it into the red kanken that had all of Jill’s stuff in it.  “ We’ve gotta move, like now. ”  She said, trying to keep her voice calm but it had to be obvious she wasn’t. She was panicked, scared, perhaps even a little guilty for leaving again. Even if it had been for water.

[theshanemartis]

open starter @wildshub​ when: day 19 where: jungle around camp

shane spent a day sitting around and feeling sorry for herself, that was enough sulking for her. she didn’t deserve to sit around any more than she already has. now she was going to do something useful. she thought back to the conversation she had with grace the day before about making beds so they don’t have to worry about all the bugs and shit that were in the dirt. at the time, it was just her making conversation, but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to try her hand at making one. sure, she could probably use her time a little better, but shelter building was an official chore after all, and worst case scenario, they could use the it for fire wood if her plan didn’t work out. so she took the axe and cut down some saplings and started preparing the wood. shane was pretty focused in her work when she heard foot steps stopping by her. she was hoping she could have kept her head down and stayed to herself today, mostly so she wouldn’t cause any more drama in the group, but hearing the other, shane looked up the eve. “sorry, did you need to axe?” she asked, assuming that was the only reason for someone to willingly want to talk to her after what happened yesterday.

[clarkewalling]

open starter @wildshub​ when: day 18, high tide where: in the jungle just past the tree line by camp

getting woken up by the tide coming into camp was the last thing clarke had expected after the night they all had. thankfully, she didn’t feel incredibly hungover after the rude awakening. she was smart and stopped drinking after the fiasco of calling out joss for where she had found the hair tie. switching the rum for water was probably the best thing considering what they were woken up by. she scrambled to grab as much as she could with the other eves, everything soaking wet, shoved into drawstring bags, arms full of things as she made her way into the jungle and off the beach. she made sure the grab the important things first; the lighter, the axe. there was nothing really to do now besides make sure everyone was accounted for and see how much damage was done to their things. 

clarke had started to set everything out, counting inventory as the other eves brought things into the jungle. hanging some clothes on low branches to dry, she was just glad that not everything was lost into the ocean. “we should probably start a new inventory list with what we were able to save and then go back out after the water goes down and see what’s left,” she suggested to the eves. she wasn’t one to take charge, but considering how much she messed up the night before, she felt like she needed to do something to make up for it. “has anyone seen shane or her journal?” granted, wherever shane and jenny ended up the night before, she doubted they had her journal with them, but that was where the original inventory list was and would make things easier.

[jvdes]

when: night 13

where: the beach

who: open to the eves @wildshub 

the high of fucking lex would keep jude from spiraling into a state of manic depression for at least, like, twelve hours. she could deal with her trauma and impending doom later; right now, she had bigger, more pleasant things to worry about. you know, like her virgin superpowers. sex was enough to make jude’s head totally empty, at least for now. it felt good to push down the panic and pretend it wasn’t there, to pretend that things were normal again, and not so majorly fucked up that every time she thought about it, she felt like she was gonna pass out. 

was there an ungodly amount of water in her lungs after that ordeal? yes. did she almost drown once or twice, genuinely? yes. was it worth it? yes. “quick,” she approached the first person she saw, “ask me a question. i’ve gotta see if i still have my virgin superpowers.” 

[zoyaxkhan]

open starter @wildshub​ when: day 18 where: wherever the new camp is being set up

her head was pounding and she had regretted the previous night immensely. but in spite of the pain and the soreness and the overwhelming laziness, she was up on her feet and grabbing anything and everything that seemed even remotely useful. this island was full of surprises, and zoya seemed to have grown used to it. she wasn’t feeling overwhelmed, or out of place, she was just...onto the next thing. 

following the others into the woods, she wondered if this was their way of accepting their faith. accepting that they needed to make something more permanent for themselves. she didn’t want to follow those thoughts too far in, but she did act as if they were real - as if that’s exactly what was happening right now. 

“hey...” she’ll say softly with a warm smile on as she approached the other, settling beside them. “gets dark quicker out here...the trees an’ all, i’m guessing.” zoya had a tendency to start conversations with an observation. “i want to cuddle, may i?” she scoots closer and asks permission before resting her head on the other. “i’m tired.” 

[divyawelby]

WHO: Open @wildshub​ WHERE: Waterfall WHEN: Day 19

Divya was stood in front of the waterfall, watching it with furrowed brows. She took in its steady stream, watching water fall over the rocky ledge and plunge into the small pool below. Since the Eves have moved camps and situated themselves near it, it’s been on her mind more often than before. Maybe it had to do with hearing it more often. Or just seeing it more often. But she’s gotten more curious about it as of late. It never occurred to her that its water has to come from somewhere. A bigger body of water. She wondered if any of other Eves have ever tried to find out. “Has anyone ever tried to follow the waterfall?” She asked the person closest to her. “Like figure out where the water from the waterfall comes from?”

[wildshq-oc]

LOCATION: On the SAR Vessel TIME: Afternoon

Sheesh, that was tiring. Alex definitely needed to take some deep, deep breaths after that. Working with teenagers was not her forte. Young people were horrible. Terrifying. Even at the mall, Alex refused to interact with them unless it was absolutely required. Giving a slight shake of her head, she walked over to the general seating area of the boat and found the nearest Eve. “Hey,” she greeted, adjusting her tone to sound warm. “Are you alright? Mind if I sit?” She asked before lowering herself to sit on the bench a space down from them. “Your friends are quite on edge... Do you think you can tell me more about what happened here? We’re just a bit thrown. We weren’t expecting... this.” She gestured toward the island and the front of the boat. “If you can just give us the information we need, we can figure out how to best help all of you and get you home.”

[margozhao]

when: day 19, early afternoon

where: the cave

who: open @wildshub

the stone bounced off the cave wall with a thwack. she threw another stone at the cave wall then leaned over to retrieve the one that she had previously thrown. she thought that being forced to stay inside of the cave would do other eves good. it was an opportunity to process their grief and talk it out. but margo felt like the odd one out and like she didn't deserve to talk about her grief. she had nothing nice to say about odessa when she was alive so she thought she would seem fake if she starter singing her praises now. she let out a frustrated sigh that chucked the stone in her hand at the cave wall. on top of her complicated feelings margo was also bored as fuck. she needed to get out of pent up energy. she picked herself up off the floor."i'm going outside do you want to come with me?" she asked the eve closest to her."maybe i can tick dancing in the rain off my buck-" her sentenced trailed off when she realised what she was about to say was in poor taste." fuck nevermind you're the wrong crowd for that joke. comedy's all about good timing."