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What kind of person sees an island full of lost girls and doesn’t send help?

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jvdes​:

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“oh, well, shit, i appreciate that,” jude says, and her tone is kinda bitchy, but honestly? yeah, she fucking hates being dragged down there. this is better. “what the fuck are we close to, then, dude? where the FUCK are we? does anyone else actually know where we are, aside from you people?” not that anyone would care, in jude’s case, but that’s not true of all of them. surely some of them have people out there that care about them. “the FBI?” jude raises an eyebrow. she’s not even sure if she believes that, but: “i don’t want the FBI knowing shit about me, dude.” she lets him speak, crosses her arms over her chest. “oh, you’re just so generous. you give a shit what i wanna know about, but you won’t let me the fuck out of here, or stop watching me on that fucking camera, or let me see the others,” she scoffs. 

it’s hard not to let her face slip into a snarl - it kind of does, honestly - but, fuck, she does have questions. “i mean, i’ve got no fucking reason to trust anything you say. fuckin’ obviously,” she points out. but, but, but - her resolves cracks just ever so slightly, and she bites her lip, angry with herself for having to ask: “what about everyone else? are they okay?” because even if he lies, she has to try. because that’s what fucking matters. then she adds: “you know all this shit about me, right? i never told you guys my name, but you know it. who told you all that? what exactly do you know?” because if she wants to have any kind of upper hand, she supposes she’ll need to see it from both perspectives, right? ( she wants to know, too, if they’ve spoken to her uncle, but she can’t bring herself to bring him up. she wants to know, and she’d rather fucking die than think about that, too ). there’s more, of course, a thousand more things she wants to say or ask or mostly accuse, but she crosses her arms and waits, instead, limbs itching with restlessness, heart thudding in her chest. 

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“We’re approximately.... 150 miles, give or take, from the island we found you. In the Pacific. We’re not particularly close to anything. Unless you count that island, of course, but even then it’s still quite far.” Vague but an answer. It was true too. “Of course,” David answered Jude easily. “Your parents do. Rather in your case, your guardian. But the people responsible for you all, they know.” Again, not a lie. Some of their parents, some of the people responsible for these girls, knew exactly what the Dawn of Eve team were up to. Others didn’t quite know the exact details. “Well, it’s a bit too late for that,” David responded with a bit of a chuckle. “Given the unique situation you’ve found yourself in and my involvement.” Though when Jude mentions her unanswered questions, her lack of freedom and privacy, David’s expression became serious once more. “These things are in place for your benefit and protection. Being marooned on an island for 20 days is no thrill for the human mind. We don’t understand the extent of what you all went through, especially since some of you are so tight-lipped. Your isolation, the camera, it’s for the good of yourself and others.” That’s the story they had to feed them anyway. “Did you know one of you hurt yourself? Broke your own arm? We wouldn’t have known that had there not been surveillance.” 

David knew Jude would bite. Eventually. It’s why he felt confident taking this subject on compared to the more complex ones. He was sure Parker would enjoy playing mind games with them; it wasn’t David’s thing however. “Your friends are okay. You all are, obviously. We’re keeping you all quarantined for safety and verification reasons.” That’s what they were told to say anyway. David is almost excited for Jude’s skepticism, answers tucked away and ready to be shared. “Some of you are more cooperative than others. And you should thank your friends when you see them again. It’s the only reason we figured out what was going on here. It’s thanks to their full names that we were able to come across the missing persons reports that helped us fill in the blanks, figure out information a lot of you were unwilling to give like names. If you recall, there was a mix-up with the flight information. According to your parents and guardians, your plane arrived in Hawaii. So people have been under the assumption that you all went missing there, likely kidnapped. There’s been ongoing searches. But since you’ve all been found and we’ve contacted the proper people, parents and guardians, they’ve ceased. Contrary to what you might believe, nothing that’s happening to you here is malicious. It’s just protocol. ‘Boring adult stuff’ as you young people might say.”

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clarkewalling​:

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clarke sat on her bed, well the bed in the room they had deemed hers, but in the past few days, she felt safer in this bed than she did on the island. she looked at the man in front of her, still finding it strange to see an adult man after 20 days with teenagers and mostly girls. but she felt safe, she wasn’t as aware of the danger this man possesses like some of the other eves. “oh yes, that’s okay,” she said with a small smile, always wanting to be corporative. she shifted to sit up more, sitting in the center of the bed, nodding as parker went on to explain why he was here. when he mentioned kian, she perked up some. “did you find him? is he okay?” she asked instantly, unaware that this was going to be the complete opposite of clarke learning what happened to her brother. 

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parker finds he much prefers clarke to some of the others - she’s significantly less of a hassle, more amenable to answering his questions, but she doesn’t ramble, either, like some of the others tend to. she might be one of his favorites, though that saves her from nothing, of course. it figures the first thing she’d want to know is whether her brother is okay, and parker is more than happy to bend to that. “ah, yes, well, that’s the first thing - your brother is perfectly fine. he’s okay.” get that out of the way before anything else, naturally. “but, well - i guess what i wanted to talk to you a little more about is your experience on the island. Officer Harker told me that you had been asking about your brother, saying he had been on the island with you. is that all true?” he asks, clinical but outwardly kind.

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WHO: @clarkewalling​ WHEN: day 3, afternoon WHERE: clarke’s room

parker’s entrance is unceremonious, as though his presence should have been expected. he tries for a warm smile ( with a little sympathy thrown in, or pity, like he knows something clarke doesn’t ) as he comes in with the tea they’re bringing her. “hello, clarke. you look well,” he offers ( a lie, too, none of these kids look well, and most of them must know it ), and he lets it settle over the room for a beat before he continues. “i hope it’s alright i’m joining you today. there are just a few things i wanted to go over with you,” he says, taking subtle control over the conversation in that way. “i guess, really, there are some things you’ve said that we just wanted to clarify. certain points that i had more questions about, really. namely, i wanted to talk to you about your brother,” he says, and quiets then, certain that mention of her brother will evoke some kind of emotion in clarke. his course of action is really quite simple, even with a girl as smart as clarke: gaslight, gaslight, gaslight. it’s all so much easier, too, when what you’re lying about is, for all intents and purposes, good news. if you tell someone something they want to believe, well, that’s a major upper hand. 

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jvdes​:

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it was about all jude could do to cling onto some semblance of composure. the longer she stayed trapped here, people coming and going as they pleased and leaving her to drown in her own thoughts the rest of the time, the more she felt like something had burrowed it’s way under her skin. she didn’t like this guy - she didn’t like the way he said hello, instead of hi. she didn’t like how he told her what he thought she’d appreciate ( couldn’t he tell by now that she was an unappreciative bitch? ). she definitely didn’t like his name. “if i said i minded, would you actually fucking leave? or is that just something you’re saying to break the ice?“ she inquired (not kindly) as she reached for the food. (she’d pretty much given up on any kind of hunger strike here. if they were drugging her, well, then they were boring fucking drugs, and they certainly weren’t making her any more compliant, so, whatever.) “oh, you’re jealous, huh? they keeping you locked in a room, too? ‘cause if they’re not, then i don’t see why you can’t go down and get yourself some Wendy’s for lunch, dude. they’ve gotta be paying you good enough to afford a 4 for 4. whoever they is,” she mused, wasting no time beginning to eat. “what do you want, anyways?”

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“Well, I either talk to you here or talk to you in the room we’ve set aside for interviews. Figured I’d save you from making the trip.” David sensed Jude would appreciate the honesty. She didn’t have a choice when it came to talking to him. She had to either way. “We’re not particularly close to a Wendy’s. I also tend to keep a pretty clean diet. Wendy’s... isn’t an ideal meal I’d chose for myself.” David liked to be known as a man who enjoyed salads and lean meats. A hearty vegetable soup even. The greasy meals he enjoyed in the quiet of his car late at night in some fast food establishment’s parking lot was... not a side of him he’d like people to know about. “The FBI. That’s who I work for,” David answered when Jude said something about whoever ‘they’ is. “I just wanted to talk,” he admitted casually. “You’ve had a lot of questions these past couple of days. Unfortunately, due to protocol, we didn’t have the time to go over them. There are eighteen of you girls after all. Only so many hours in a day to talk to everyone. I wanted to give you answers to the things you’re curious about. So... go on then,” he nodded his head at her. “You ask me things this time.” Almost like a challenge. He brought the cup of tea up to his lips for a sip as he waited.

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WHO: @jvdes​ WHEN: Day 3, Afternoon WHERE: Jude’s Room

This wasn’t something David was proud of. Truly, it wasn’t. What they were doing to these girls was unethical –  and that was to put it lightly. But Gretchen had things on him. And when his duty felt particularly challenging, he had to remind himself that this gig was only for a few weeks. Compared to the upwards for 20 years he could be doing if Gretchen revealed what she knew to the authorities, this was far better. Cup of tea in hand, David accompanied the staff member bringing in Jude’s lunch for the afternoon. He knew Jude wouldn’t be especially excited to see him so he made sure to stick to the wall by the door, ensuring there was an ample amount of space between himself and the redhead. “Hello, Jude–” He greeted, giving a nod of his head. Jude was...  not for Parker to deal with, to put things kindly. The man wore bowties and David knew Jiu Jitsu. It made sense that Gretchen entrusted Subject 070401 to him instead. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m joining you this afternoon. I just thought you might appreciate a less formal setting today.... Your meal looks good– ” He tilted his chin toward the tray the staff member had set down. As opposed to soup or some sad sandwich, David requested for something a bit more teen-friendly for Jude to consume today. A cheeseburger. Some fries. A bottle of Sprite. A pack of Cosmic brownies. He was hoping it’d put Jude in a better mood, make her less of a hassle to deal with during this time. “We don’t get anything nearly as exciting in the staff canteen.”

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theshanemartis​:

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shane nodded her head at jill’s instruction. she needed to remember this. but could she? if this really was a dream, then surely she wont remember any of this. she was never good at remembering her dreams in the past. but this was important, she knew it was. but then again, if this was a dream, then none of this was real, it was just shane’s mind telling her what she wanted to hear. “i’ve been saying that the whole time!” shane defended herself. of course, she didn’t right at the beginning. it wasn’t until jill went missing and that first aid kit washed up. but can you blame her? she had a lot more on her mind than to notice the weirdness of the crash. “everything we found, it was placed there. every single thing. and it was all a distraction. the first aid kit when they took you. the fucked boat when they took odessa. your bag with the wolf. i just know that wolf isn’t real. i don’t know what or how, but it’s not natural.” now shane felt like she was rambling, just letting all of her thoughts out without feeling crazy. “we were never supposed to see the adams, that’s why they were taken away. so does that mean whatever was going on there, are we the important ones? that’s why they didn’t just take both of us, they only took them. and now the these fake coast guard people are only here because another person died. they need to clean up their mess and take us away.” she looks jill in the eyes, “am i dead or is this a dream?” 

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It was amusing to Jill to watch Shane list every strange occurrence that’s taken place on the island. She was of the opinion that you didn’t have to be a genius to connect the dots. You just had to be observant and have some sense of critical thinking. Though apparently that was too much to ask for the rest of the Eves. They had to leave it to a mentally ill drug addict. But whatever. A person who got it was a person who got it. “A lone wolf on an tropical island? Talk about sus. Obviously something was up,” she stated plainly, like it was the most apparent thing in the world. “There you go. Good to know all of the drugs hasn’t melted your brain,” she said in response to Shane’s question of if the Eves were the important ones. “If this was a set-up... if it was all staged... an experiment... what two groups do you need to have?” When Shane asked her if she was dead, Jill rolled her eyes. “God, you’re dramatic. It’s obviously a dream. When you’re dead, you’re dead. There’s nothing.” 

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beverlywan​:

“Hello,” the one in the suit greets. “Thank you for joining us. We just have a few questions for you.” The men introduce themselves. The one in the suit is Agent David Wilkes, FBI. A stoic and authoritative – though not unkind – professional from the looks of things. The man in the sweater is Dr. Parker Hessman. He doesn’t appear very threatening with his thick-rimmed glasses but he’s a trauma psychologist and it’s never good when one of those are around.

“We’ll start off easy,” Agent Wilkes begins. “Just some preliminary questions as we don’t want to overwhelm you. Let’s begin shall we?”

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parker gave a smile that he hoped came off as reassuring as the girl before him babbled on. he was a trauma psychologist, so he knew better than anyone that everyone responds to trauma differently, and while the talkative ones certainly offer more information, they’re also more... well, for lack of a better word, annoying. still, it was a relief she wasn’t being hostile, or withholding; they’d have more than enough of that to deal with. beverly offered up so much information without an prompting that he hardly had to interrupt - instead, he took notes, paying close attention to both the words the girl said and how she said them. finally, he thanked her, and explained that really, they just needed to paint a picture of what was going on. he made a point of telling her she’d been helpful, which was true, but mostly he said it because he believed it would do her good to hear it. he got the sense she was the kind of person who wanted to be listened to, and to be valued when she spoke. people who blabbed on so mindlessly tended to feel that way. when beverly added that she had questions of her own, parker nodded kindly. “of course you do. i’m sure there’s a lot you want to know. we have a lot of people to get through, of course, but if you write down your questions and pass them off to a staff member at dinner, they’ll bring it to me, and i’d be happy to have a look,” he promised, though, of course, he was lying viciously and without shame. 

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theshanemartis​:

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shane’s eyes stay on jill, almost shocked at how how jill was acting. though, if this really was a dream, then it shouldn’t surprise her, this was all in shane’s head, she was doing this. she listens as jill lists off everything that shane has already thought was suspicious. she didn’t understand why the others didn’t too. jenny was the only one. everything that’s been happening, she knew it wasn’t natural. someone was doing this to them. “i never thought it was a tide,” she said as if she needed the girl to know. this girl who was so mean to everyone in her short time on the island but unfortunately was the island’s first victim. shane needed her to know that ever never believed that it was the tide, that she didn’t just give up on the idea that something was wrong. “is it all fake?” she asked. “someone put us there and they’re behind all the shit that’s been happening, right?” as if the dream version of jill would know the truth. jill was dead. shane knew that, even inside a dream she could still remember that. 

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“Good,” Jill said. “If they ever make you doubt yourself, remember that.” And the ‘they’ in question? It was anyone’s guess. It was only the start for Shane and the rest of them. So much more was up ahead. She wanted Shane to get a sense that she had to prepare for something, and that to prepare for it, she had to become as stubborn as ever and stick to the things she thought but didn’t share. “Is the sky blue? Are my tits amazing? Fucking obviously, Shane, duh!” Jill frowned, irritated at Shane for not getting it from the jump. “Think about it: how did we all end up on that island without any major damage? How did things we need magically turn up just as we needed them? Jenny burns their hand and Joss finds a bag with a First Aid Kit that just happens to have a burn relief packet? Or how about something simpler? How about my bag? My carry-on bag that somehow had pepper spray, oxy and a kubaton with a folding knife in it? Did you even see me with a carry-on? Do I look like a bitch that would rock a Kanken bag?”

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theshanemartis​:

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she knew this had to be a dream because jill being alive wasn’t the strangest thing, it was the fact that shane wasn’t annoyed at the other girl like she had been when she was alive. shane was still weirdly calm, even with jill antagonizing her. “at least my pills came in a bottle, not a skittles bag,” she shot back though her voice didn’t have the right kick that it would if this conversation was really happening. what have you been telling everyone? does jill know something about what was going on? no, of course not, she’s dead, she doesn’t know anything. this was just shane’s subconscious messing with her because she so determined to figure out what was going on with the island. “it’s all a trap,” shane said, looking back to jill. “we were put on the island on purpose, weren’t we?”

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“There you go,” Jill said, the hostility in her features easing. The corners of her lips started to lift again – just barely but it was a start – and some warmth returned to her blue eyes. “I knew you weren’t an idiot.” Her eyes raked in the features of Shane’s face, pleased that confusion had less of a place in her expression. Seemingly satisfied with that start, Jill started to back away a little, returning some of Shane’s personal space. She then turned around and beckoned for Shane to follow her as she started to strut down the shore. “Now tell me more, shrimp. Lay it out for me.” In an uncharacteristic burst of generosity, Jill thought she’d start Shane off. “A plane full of girls. From all over the world. Crash. No one’s looking for us. No one’s heard of us. Boys come, boys go. A plane flies overhead but nothing. Then all of the sudden, the Coast Guard?” She shook her head. “Weird isn’t it? You know what else is weird? Missing bodies. You guys buried me at least 6 feet deep. You really think a storm can dig me up? That an angry tide could wash me away?”

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theshanemartis​:

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some how, shane knew it was her before she even saw her face. and despite being dead for 19 days, jill was still the exactly same bitchy girl that shane and joss had to drop into a hole their first night on the island. “yeah well, at least i’m not dead,” she shot back. though, considering how everything felt right now, maybe she was dead. after all, she was talking to jillian right now. she watched as the other girl circled around her, shane’s body staying still but her head turning to watch her as she moved. “do better? what do you expect me to say?” she didn’t know why she was arguing with a ghost. what was jill going to do about this? she was dead after all. “what the fuck is going on? why are you here?” 

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“Oooh burn,” Jill taunted mockingly before smirking. She let out a dry laugh at Shane’s confusion, clearly finding her state of bewilderment delightful. But only for a moment. “Didn’t I just say only questions that weren’t painfully fucking stupid?” Her amusement turned into annoyance in a snap, the smile leaving her face and her brows slanting downward. “Did you finally do enough drugs to become a dumb fucking idiot like your bestie, Joss? You know why I’m here,” she insisted. And she was sick of Shane acting otherwise. She stopped circling Shane and marched right up to her, getting in her space now. Patience thin and aggression high. “Why would I be here, Shane? Huh? What have you been telling everyone? Let’s stop playing games.”

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theshanemartis​:

closed starter for @wildshq-oc​ dream concept: [redacted] talks to shane about [redacted] where: the beach

sand crunched beneath shane’s worn out vans. she doesn’t know how long she’s been walking but the beach seems never ending. as far as shane can see it’s just sand. why is she walking on the beach? didn’t she leave jude and erin and go toward the jungle? she remembers being upset and feeling crazy because no one else could see how fucked up everything was. yet for some reason, she was walking along the beach that never seemed to end and far more calm than she’s been in weeks. almost too calm. maybe she should stop walking, or maybe she should go back and find the others, see what happened to them. but something in her told her to keep walking down the never ending beach. it feels like hours have pasted and yet the sun was still in the same spot in the sky, beating down on her yet she didn’t feel hot. her legs keep moving to and unknown goal. that is, until see sees what she has been walking to. shane came to a stop finally, a figure stood in front of her. “what are you doing here?”

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Jill tilted her head to the side and twisted her lips at a corner. “Don’t act so surprised,” she said. Though she had to admit, the look on Shane’s face was priceless. The thrill of shocking people in the way that made their blood run cold? One of her favorite pastimes. “You know I never left,” she continued on, her eyes crawling up Shane’s body starting from her muddy shoes all the way up to the disheveled curls on her head. “You look like shit by the way.” Had to be said. Jill started to move, walking towards Shane but not quite right up to her. Instead, she started to circle the other girl, taking in every detail of the soccer captain. Very much a vulture gliding around their prey before swooping in. “Got any other questions that aren’t painfully stupid? Because we know you’re smarter than that. ‘What are you doing here?’” She echoed Shane mockingly. Then scoffed. “Do better.”

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oferins​:

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The Pacific. Erin wondered for a moment if she was making any sense at all. Had she been on the island so long that she’d lost some of her ability to communicate? Or was she simply not allowed to know at this stage? Either way, she wasn’t brave enough to try it again. She had enough information to make her own guesses. “ Thank you– I’m sure I’ll probably say this a million times over but, like, thank you so much. For everything. ” She thanked genuinely, looking back up from the bag at her feet to Officer Harker once more. She didn’t know if she’d said it already, but she was sure she’d end up saying it again. But then a small turn. A time limit. She should have seen that coming. She pressed her lips together, taking a small breath in before she nodded. “ I think so, I think I can. ” She hoped she could was more accurate but she couldn’t really say that, could she. She would try her best, she always did. She allowed a small beat, before she continued, “ But if I can’t, ” Jesus Christ was she really about to ask this? She just wanted everyone to be safe, and for them to be able to get home and be done with this nightmare already. “ How much time do you need for the less lenient option? ”

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But if I can’t. Already with the self-doubt? Disappointing. Erin was doing so well. Harker answered regardless. “Well...” She started. “It depends on quite a bit of factors. How much energy they have in particular. But my team should be able to wrap this up if need be in 15 minutes tops.” As long as no one runs. She hoped to God no one would run. Though knowing Zoya, Jude and Shane, anything could happen. Alex put a hand on Erin’s arm. “I really hope it doesn’t have to come to that,” she reiterated. Like really. She dropped her hand. “Just call for me if you need support. I’ll be right there.”

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oonarafferty​:

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Until 5? Oona glanced toward the sky. Other than the fact that she knew where it rose and where it set, and it was at its highest at noon, she couldn’t actually use the sun to tell the precise time. She knew it was the afternoon, of course, but the sun hovering somewhere in the the western sky didn’t actually give her an exact hour. “What time is it now?” she asked. When 5 o’clock did come around, then what was the next step for the Eves who still refused to get on the boat? It left a pebble of anxiety in the pit of Oona’s stomach. She wished she had the words to convince them to come to safety; she wished she could help. Oona nodded and took the pen and paper. Carefully, she wrote it out: OONA CHARLOTTE RAFFERTY. KEN CARYL, CO. She looked at the words, considered them, then added + RED FEATHER LAKES, CO. Just in case. Oona capped the pen, then handed both items back over.

The officer’s next question didn’t necessarily surprise her, but she still hesitated a moment before she answered. She thought of how often Jude and Shane came to blows, when Jenny went missing in the jungle, the time Erin and Joss ran off in the middle of the night, and Izzy’s panic attack on the beach. She, herself, cried more here than she had in the past few years in total. Everyone was nervous, everyone was troubled. But only a few were more agitated than the rest. “They’re — I mean, it’s not easy to not be agitated,” she said, the sentence clunkier than she hoped. “To be fair to them. The last few days have been really hard. I think most of them are still, like. Really shaken up by what happened to Odessa’s body. Erin… She told you, right?” Oona was sure she must have. It was a wound still fresh, and every interaction she had over the past forty-eight hours seemed to lead with some acknowledgment of it. It hung over their heads. Her hands gripped each other hard enough for her knuckles to whiten. “Sorry, I don’t… I don’t want to be rude by like, pestering you about this,” she continued abruptly. “But what’s the plan? If they’re not ready by 5.”

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"It’s 4:23 at the moment,” Alex told her. Then she accepted the notepad and pen back from Oona, taking a quick look at what was written on the page before tucking the items back in her vest’s pocket. As Oona spoke, Harker kept up her understanding demeanor, nodding as the younger girl answered what was asked of her. “Yeah, Erin mentioned. There’s a bit of... mystery surrounding a passed friend of yours.” Off of the top of her head, that was the best way she could put: your dead friend’s body went missing. Her eyes flicked down to Oona’s hands, seeing how hard the younger girl had clasped her fingers together. God. She was tempted to reach out and put her hand over hers in attempt to keep her from breaking her own fingers but she didn’t think that would be particularly comforting for Oona so she didn’t. Hearing Oona speak up again, Alex shifted her gaze back upwards. “No, no, you’re not being rude,” she assured quickly. Now talking to Lex, that was bitch was rude. “You’re just curious and that’s fair.” Alex needed to be in good standing with as many as the Eves as she can. If a bit more information was what it took to get Oona to ease up, then Alex could give her something. “If they’re not gonna get on the boat, then... we will get them on the boat.” She hoped that was enough for Oona to understand. “I can’t let them get in the way of getting the others to safety. It’s not fair on those of you who boarded willingly.” Selfish. That’s what she wanted Oona to think of the others. She wondered if it’d work. “Obviously, we don’t want to turn to the less lenient approach,” she added. “But if it comes to it, it comes to it.” Alex let out a small sigh, giving Oona a moment to digest that information. “Your friend, Erin, plans to go back down and talk to them. Try to convince them to join us up here. If you feel as though you could prompt them to come up here, you’re more than welcome to accompany her and help get your friends on this boat so we can help them too. Give them water, food. Get them to safety. Get you all to safety. Away from here.”

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oferins​:

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200 miles. Erin nodded. She didn’t know if that felt impossibly far away or terrifyingly close. But either way it wasn’t what she meant, maybe her question wasn’t clear. She pressed her lips together, she didn’t like to feel like she was going against any sort of tide but it was an answer she felt would make those on the shore feel better. “ I’m sorry, I meant, like– where in the world is it? ” She asked, watching Officer Harker for her reaction and having yet another apology ready to go if she was in fact going against the tide. “ Like, it’s probably a bit dumb, but we just– we haven’t known, you know? ” She added, as if to build her case that they deserved to know. She believed they did. And maybe it wasn’t the right time, but there wasn’t much of a right time for anything, she thought. It would just be whether or not Officer Harker trusted them, trusted her specifically. Sounds like a plan. Yeah. Erin pressed her lips together, nodding her head again. As if that would make her feel more confident. She was confident. Or, if she said it enough maybe she would be. She scratched lightly at her collarbone, finally giving into the phantom itch that showed up at the most inconvenient moments. She looked over her shoulder, back to the things that had been set up. “ Do you think I could take some of those? For them? ” She asked, looking back to Officer Harker. See, she had a plan. A great plan. A plan that would totally work because the Eves totally had a history of listening to her and caring about what she had to say. “ Gesture of good faith. ” She said, giving a small smile with her words. See, plan!

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Ooh, another question. Impressive. “In the Pacific. We’re in the Pacific right now,” Alex answered. Vague, she could hear Gretchen’s voice. Vague details. Just give them vague details if they ask. When Erin asked if she could take any of the supplies, Harker nodded her head. “Of course.” ” Alex returned the small smile Erin gave her. “Take what you need. We have more on board. Whatever you think will help. In fact, I can ask Hannah for something for you to carry them in so you’re not overwhelmed on your way back down.” She called Hannah over, requesting for her to pack some bottles of water and Seven Oceans bars in a bag for Erin. Hannah made quick work of it, loading the bag with supplies and soon handing it over to Alex to pass on to Erin. “Here you go,” she placed it by Erin’s feet. “Bit hefty but we can pass it down to you once you’re down the ladder so it’s less of a struggle.” Alex bit her bottom lip, looking down at herwatch before looking back up at Erin. “Erin, I don’t want to put pressure on you but... we can’t stay here for long. It’ll get dark soon. I’m hoping to get us on the way by 5. It’s 4:18 right now. Do you think we can get your friends on this boat before then?”

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alexaxlevy​:

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“Can’t take ibuprofen on an empty stomach, but I’ll take a paracetamol if you got one.” she says, her eyes narrowing. Surely the rescue people would know the basics of giving medications. Hell, she was a daft blonde with no job and she knew as much. But oh well, the bitch was pretty and probably got the job through connections like more-or-less everyone these days so, she wasn’t gonna read too deep into it. But she remained cautious, more so than she’d expected. “Don’t you have enough information already? No offence but if you’re gonna be full of shit, at least do it right. This is a rescue mission, not an interview, and we don’t really need to tell you fuck all until we’re safe so – if you pass me the pen and paper I will write down the numbers for you to call and make sure we’re not a bunch of terrorists and I will keep the details of my trauma to myself. Okay?” she says the okay sarcastically, and sweetly and it’s almost like a jab. “Forget my father, contact the prime minister of the UK. That should speed things up.” she then smiles, pulling the blanket closer around her body. “Where did you say we crashed again?” 

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“I was gonna give you a Seven Oceans bar and some water first before you took it, don’t worry. We have paracetamol too though. I’ll get you that.” Harker took note of Lex’s narrowed gaze. Did Lex share the opinion of Shane, Jude and Zoya? Because, wow, color her shook. And then color her shook a second time with the way Lex spoke to her but then again, rich bitches were always just that: bitches. “Okay, first of all, this rescue wasn’t even intended for you. We’re doing the best we can. Your friend, Erin, provided the information I needed already. What I needed from you was simply your name and where you’re from so I can look you up.” She failed to hide her distaste for Lex’s attitude in her tone but so fucking what? Who spoke to a person of authority like that? Rich people probably, she thought. Ugh, rich people. Nasty. Alex couldn’t believe Lex’s delusion. The UK Prime Minister? Sure, Jan. No wonder her dad had no trouble offering up to this experiment. She let out a small chuckle; she didn’t care if Gretchen fired her over it. “Okay,” she ripped out a blank sheet from her notepad and put it front of Lex, resting the pen on top of it to keep it from blowing away. “Full name and where you’re from in block letters please. And whatever numbers you feel are significant and their names. I’ll be back to collect that information from you later. My associate, Hannah, will have a look at your injury.” Alex wasn’t gonna deal with Lex’s bullshit. Snot nosed little brat. She walked away to talk to someone else. Maybe Oona. Or Divya. One of the nice ones that she didn’t feel like kicking the face of with her boot.

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jocelyn-king​:

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“Yeah, nah, yeah, I am,” Joss confirmed in a round about sort of a way, her nerves getting the better of her. She wanted to impress Harker, wanted to be liked by her and she wanted to be seen as cooperative, one of the good beans as it were. “I live in Melbourne- well, nah, I live in Toorak, the suburb but it’s a suburb of Melbourne, in Australia- in Victoria, the state,” she really could have used some practice when it came to explaining the details of her identity but in fairness, this was a fairly unprecedented situation. She could recite the details of her sister’s driver’s license to seccys by heart when she was trying to sneak into night clubs at seventeen years old but trying to explain her residence to an American was like trying to solve a Rubik’s cube with a blindfold on, apparently. “Are you just writing stuff about me in there?” she questioned curiously, though it was pretty bloody obvious that that was exactly what Harker was doing, probably to relay to some other authority on a mainland somewhere, “So, nah- Theresa is my middle name. My Dad is Bradley, Braddo and my Mum is Jane but she goes by Jackie,” her eyes widened at the mention of a home phone number. “I’m-” she felt like she’d been called upon to read out loud in class, even though the teachers knew to skip over her unless she volunteered herself, “I- no, we don’t have one anymore- but I know my Dad’s mobile and the extension thingy, the international calling code, it’s plus six one,” gold star for Jocelyn, surely. 

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God, that was... so unnecessarily confusing. Harker did her best to keep a straight face all the while. The fact that she managed it deeply impressed her. Take that, Patricia from Improv Class. “So... Toorak in Melbourne, Australia. Got it.” Alex nodded and scribbled it down. Maybe Joss should work on describing where she’s from in Australia more concisely on top of all of those tutoring lessons she gets for not being able to spell. Are you just writing stuff about me in there? Alex bit her lip. Was this a serious question? She looked away from the page she was writing on and back up at Joss. “Uh, yes – your details. For when I look your information up later.” Wasn’t that like, super self-explanatory? What else would she be doing? Drawing bunnies? Writing snide little comments about Joss in front of her face or something? She knew Joss had a history of people shit talking her but Jesus. “Oh, alright,” Alex said when Joss corrected her, amending her ‘error’ in the notepad. “Thank you for clarifying that.” BRADLEY KING. JANE KING. And even if it was extremely unnecessary, Alex also wrote ( BRADDO ) and ( JACKIE ) after their names. “That’s alright, totally fine. Your dad’s phone number is perfect. Do you think you could recite it for me?” Alex was going to ask Joss to write it for her but she figured it would be more efficient if Joss didn’t have to write anything. Then again, after the whole ‘where in Australia do you live’ thing, maybe asking Joss to recite a phone number would come with its own challenges.

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oferins​:

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God, that sounds so nice. Erin had mainly been thinking about the reunions she was so desperate for, she hadn’t even remembered the little things. A hot shower and a real bed. Even if she was to understand that it could be another day, another two or even three, before she went home, that still sounded so nice. “ And that’s all at the base? Showers and beds and everything? ” It felt a little weird to say the base, but she thought she used the words correctly, and didn’t make a total fool of herself. As she said it, another question occurred to her, one she hadn’t really thought of before because she was so focused on home. A place she knew like the back of her hand. But as she was trying to think of what the others might need to know to feel assured, she thought of it then. “ Where is the closest base? ” She asked cautiously, another unspoken question of where are we now? But she’d settle for the fact that there may not be a way to describe where they were now. Middle of no where. The ocean. The Pacific probably, if she had to guess. 

How they’d failed them? She thought on that for a moment. She didn’t necessarily feel she’d been failed, but she certainly felt forgotten. And maybe that was failure, to a certain degree. She nodded, meeting them halfway. She thought that was more than fair, and Erin would go the full mile if she had to. She’d do it twice, three times, however many times she needed to. Her eyes followed to where Officer Harker gestured, wondering immediately if there were any vegan options. Jesus, she was going to be able to eat again. Like properly eat. She looked back to Officer Harker, and nodded. Not in the active listening way she had been, but agreement, trying to be confident in it. “ Yeah, I would be okay with that. ” She wanted to go back anyway, to help Halima to the boat. Or talk to her, support her, at least. She considered another moment, while she thought it would be helpful to have Officer Harker with her to answer the questions, she knew it wouldn’t be good. The others wouldn’t react well to that. “ I think– I think it should just be me first. And then, maybe, if once they’ve calmed down a little, ” If they calmed down a little, “ And if they still have questions before boarding, you could come down and talk to them then? ” She suggested, looking back up to Officer Harker (well, not quite up, but back to her) for approval of her plan. 

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“Mhm,” Alex confirmed, nodding her head. It seemed the magic words worked. Honestly, who wouldn’t want a hot shower and comfy bed after sleeping on rock and sand for 20 days? Where is the closest base? Harker was surprised Erin had the balls to ask. But at least she didn’t barrage Harker with questions about where they were like Zoya did. Alex looked out at the ocean, pretending to approximate the distance before turning back to Erin. “About 150, 200 miles, give or take.” She hoped Erin would accept that and ask no further, for her sake, but Alex would be lying if she said she didn’t think it’d be compelling if the younger girl pushed for more. She showed a lot of potential on the island but ultimately not the kind Alex was hoping from her. She hoped the next phase would change that. “That sounds like a plan, yeah,” Harker agreed easily when Erin suggested it would be better for her to go on her own first and for Alex to follow after they’ve calmed down a little. If they’ve calmed down a little, Alex thought, knowing the gremlins on the shore wouldn’t make it easy. But she had hope in Erin. Maybe a little support from a figure of authority was all she needed to feel a bit more confident. Not exactly what Gretchen was going for with the experiment but what could you do, you know? “You just call for me and I’ll be right down there to support you,” Alex told her, giving Erin an assuring nod.