Mark woke up and quickly grabbed his knife, just in case any unwanted visitor had come to the lighthouse while they were asleep. He moved around the lighthouse to look for food, and found that downstairs, there was a refrigerator and a stove. He opened the refrigerator to find some eggs. He closed the fridge and moved back to the bedroom, where he found Maria sleeping. "What do I do?" he thought, removing the dagger from his belt-loop. He walked over to Maria and tapped her shoulder. "Do you want breakfast?"
"Looks like you're the last one. Unlucky you," the guard said as he brought Rochelle forward to the helicopter's door. He was indeed correct; everyone else had been split up into groups, while she was the last one remaining. Rochelle closed her eyes, breathing deeply and trying not to panic.
The guard opened her small pack and shoved two long-bladed daggers inside, then with an "Off you go then," unceremoniously shoved her out the door. A long, drawn-out shriek escaped her as she fell to the sparkling blue water below.
The breath was driven from her in a painful crunch as she hit the water. Fighting for oxygen, she thrashed her way to the surface, her skirt entangling her legs. When she reached the surface, she looked around, and seeing a beach in one direction, began to swim that way.
A wave dumped Rochelle on the sand an hour later. She rested for a moment, thankful to be on land, then opened her pack and checked the contents: a mirror, slightly damaged, an unopened bottle of water, a waterlogged belt, and two daggers, identical, with silver hilts.
Rochelle took everything out of her pack and set her belongings on the sand to dry out; the sun had risen while she was making her way to shore. When the belt was dried out, she wrapped it around her waist and stuck the blades in it. She then heard a groan coming from somewhere nearby. She jumped up and looked around, not wanting to be caught unawares.
"Hello? Who's there? Anyone?"
I asked eTunes if there was a place up for grabs, and here I am.
Name: Rochelle Novassa
Age: 16
Appearance: Rochelle is Japanese, with near-black eyes and long brown hair. She is wearing a long-sleeved black shirt, a long white skirt and sandals.
Personality: Rochelle is cheerful most of the time, and tries to stick to positive thinking. She has exceptional social capabilities and is friendly to almost anyone.
Jenna rubbed her head, as the red-ish sky came into view. She placed the back of her wrist on her forehead and let out a sigh. She had been thankful to have survived. Jenna leaned over and grabbed her bag; she just had enough energy to take out the sandwich.
Jenna slowly bit into the sandwich, the taste filling her mouth. She quickly munched it down and cracked her knuckles. How did she end up here again?
I left Maria and I was running... Someone knocked me over... Who?
She tried to remember but then she heard a voice. A female voice, but it wasn?t Marias. Had it been Zoe?s?
?It was Eric!? Jenna chanted, realising who attacked her.
She quickly stood up and wrapped some of the chain around her hand. Jenna awaited for the voice to speak again.
Zoe yawned, her shift had lasted for a few hours now, and she was getting sleepy again. I think it's morning now though... No sleep for me. She thought lazily. She had finally stopped crying for now.
She looked at Zac, who was still fast asleep. Hmm... Now what does this thing do? She pulled out the small metal device, seeing little green dots on an electronic map of the island. Most of them were still, but there was one moving on the beach, and one moving in a weird shaped building near the edge of the island.
"Are these dots... us?" She said out loud, looking at the two dots in the forest that were next to each other.
"Well unless they just planted a few tracers on the ground in our exact location I'd say yes, it's us," smiles Zac looking sideways at Zoe through half open eyes.
"At least that gives us a home field advantage, we can avoid anyone or track them if needs be," he grunts deeply standing up.
"And I doubt they would have left this just lying about, which means..." he trails off into thought.
"Oh, morning." Zoe squeaked. She had wanted to keep the tracker a secret. Too late now. She gave a dry smile, and decided to share it instead.
"So who do you think that is?" She asked, pointing to the stationary dot in the North of the forest.
"But chances are those 2," he points at the dots, "are teamed up like us and have weapons...who knows, they may be the ones that killed the other person."
He stops for a breath, "and that would mean they are playing the game...do you really want to risk that for shelter?"
"You want anything with your eggs?" Mark said, upon seeing Maria. "They've got some juice here." He kept his knife in his hand in case anybody tried to surprise him.
"Oh, okay." Zoe slung the flamethrower over her shoulder, still debating in her head whether or not to dump it. She kept her eyes on the screen as they walked, watching their little dots slowly getting closer to the other one.
"It's not moving, think whoever it is, is asleep?" She asked, breaking the awkward silence.
Rochelle heard someone calling back. A girl, about her age, somewhere down the beach. She pulled out one of her daggers and started to head in that direction.
A few minutes later she saw the voice's owner, armed with a length of chain. Rochelle called to her, "Hey there! Are you all right?" She got closer and realized it was Jenna Wilson, one of the few girls she didn't know that well.
Rochelle ran over to Jenna and looked closely at her, examining her face.
"I daresay I could ask you the same thing, Jenna; you look like you've had more than your share of a fight. I got here a couple of hours ago. What have I missed? Anyone..." she trailed off, afraid to ask the question in her mind.
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