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[kellybelly1403]

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐣𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧
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Mentor | Location: Home Cabin | Tags: ~~ | Mentions: Tokala

The sound of running water surrounded Freyja. The gentle stream, which later grew into an aggressive, yet calming, water fall, rushed through the air, bringing peace to the girl's mind. And as the mist blew, a beautiful rainbow presented itself from the morning’s sun. It was perfect. Almost too perfect.

Freyja’s morning strolls were a daily thing for her. Everyday she would wake at the crack of dawn and begin her day with a hike. Whether that was towards the meadows, the mountains, or this time the river and the waterfall. They kept her “sane”, as her fellow Mentors called it. Did she believe them? Not really, but in the end they were right. It was well known that Freyja was not the nicest person, but could you blame her? She left home by herself at an early age. The poor girl never knew what peace was, nor what being nice was. She never had a mother figure, and her fathers way of being nice was locking her up in the cellar. So in her point of view, the way she portrayed herself and spoke to others was nice. Although, she has definitely gotten much better over the last five years she has been on this island, and all of that was because of Tokala. He was the first person who has ever shown her love and respect. Her on the other hand? Not so much. She wouldn’t be caught dead admitting she cared for him, but the truth was, deep down the girl had so much respect for this boy. He was like a brother to her. She would protect him at all costs, Tokala knew that too. They had an unspoken bond, and in all honesty, the girl needed that. There was so much Freyja was struggling with that she has been keeping down. It was only a matter of time before she blew.

Taking one last breath in, the girl finally stood up and began walking home. It was only a matter of time before everyone else would be more active. Her walk was quiet. The crunch of the stones and grass against her boots was the only thing she heard. That was until she got closer to the cabin. “Hvem er her(Who’s here)?” she mumbled to herself, taking a moment to realize what day it was. Then it hit her. Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. “Du tuller med meg(You have to be kidding me).” She groaned, continuing her walk once again. It had completely slipped her mind that there were other people coming to the Island, and not just to live here, to play some sort of game. Why? She could not tell you. Freyja had not believed they were actually coming. She believed it as some sort of myth, but apparently not. Rolling her eyes, the brunette made her way up the stairs, regretting coming back to camp. “Jeg skulle bare ha blitt ved vannet. Livet mitt ville vært mye enklere. Men nei! Jeg bestemte meg for å dra.(I should have just stayed at the water. My life would have been so much easier. But, no! I decided to leave.).” The girl mumbled in her native language, angrily, eventually making it to the balcony.

Frey wasn’t surprised Tokala wasn’t here, or at least anymore as she noticed his knife. He was probably already greeting all the new visitors, just like he once did with her. Eyeing the knife, the girl without hesitation took the knife and placed it in her holding on her cargo pants. “Takk(Thank you).” Unfortunately for Tokala this happened quite often, and although he knew what the outcome was, he still proceeded to leave small weapons lying around. In Freyja’s mind, it was his fault the knife was stolen. If he had just taken a second to grab or put away the knife then she wouldn’t have taken it. Now even though she was a thief, she was an honest one. After the Mentor had taken the knife, she made her way back downstairs and headed towards the landing pad, praying there were not a lot of people.

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𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐦𝐚𝐧
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Europe Rep | Location: Europe Helicopter -> Landing Point | Tags: ~~ | Mentions: Maritza

Writing is coming!!

[*Lovel*]

Rowan Kavanagh
❝hold me deep beneath your waves❞
gender; Female age; 23 Representative of; Europe ethnicity; Italian sexuality; Demisexual
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mentions; Maritzatagged; Vera

indentationAn image was stuck in Rowan’s mind, not that she much wanted it there, not even the noise of the propellers could take her focus away from the thought. The way her grandmother gripped her poppa’s clothes, tears welling in her eyes threating to drip. Her poppa pulling Rowan’s grandmother in and giving Rowan a final smile that chipped away at Rowan’s heart like it was a sculpture. “Goodbye little red” he signed to her before she took off. This was the memory burned into her mind, the last moments with her grandparents that didn’t go as planned. She wanted to think of something else, she needed to think of something else.

Her bag. She had everything packed right? She checked at least five times. Rowan’s hand went to her satchel. It was there, her journal was there. Her breathe was starting to feel like it was being sucked out of her. She needed to calm down now. Remember the 3-3-3 rule Rowan. Name three things you hear. 1, a ticking sound I can’t place. 2, other voices coming through the headphones given to her. 3, the loud whirring of the propellers. Now three parts of the body. 1, hands that seem to be sweating profusely. wipe 2, mouth as dry as a desert. 3, feet that I hope aren’t as sweaty as my hands. Three things that pop in my head. 1, tree. 2, bags. 3, necklace. After all of that her breath finally caught up to her.

It seemed like the trip took forever to land but she was pulled out of her thoughts to a gentle stop. Rowan watched as one of the other European representatives, the dark-haired woman, confidently walked off the helicopter. She had almost forgotten there were others with her. Rowan glanced at the other representative for a moment – she had seemed more nervous about the situation than the other representatives – before following the dark-haired girl. Rowan was about to make her small leap off the mode of transportation when she turned around to face the other red head once more. ”Come, they are ci aspetta (waiting on us).. er how do you say it…” Rowan huffed in annoyance. ”Just come” she rolled her eyes before making her way onto solid ground.

[jungwonie]

XXX──── 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙 ──────────── ( ⚜ )
xx𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ─ 23, SA representative 𝐋𝐎𝐂 ─ landing point 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ─ maritza 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ tags

xxxxxThe most kind word Alejandra could find for their helicopter journey into the island was tense. She'd forgotten what it looked like when countries were depending on her and watching her like a hawk. Luckily, the cameras stopped rolling once her and her parents and sisters had been safely loaded into the helicopter. It lead Ale to think about a big fat 'PRECIOUS CARGO' sticker on the side of the helicopter, but upon further observation there was nothing on the side of the military-grade chopper. Riddled with anxieties, Alejandra turned to her sisters, Eva and Sofia, to mirror their faces that contained fear. She'd already received an earful from her family the night before, and all she had wished of them today was to stand with her and have faith, but she could see the faith leaving with every nervous glance and second of deafening silence.

xxxxxWith the helicopter touching down, Alejandra inhaled deeply and with the exhale, the nervousness flowed from her palms and exited her body. Three burly Columbian bodyguards stood to escort the daughter off the helicopter, but not yet until she'd kissed the cheeks of her family and received hugs from there. There were minimal tears between the family, trying to stay strong despite the challenges Alejandra would have to face in the near future. The president of Columbia stood before her and kissed the top of his daughter's head, holding her close as a display for the cameras now rolling to document as much as it could. "Enorgulléceme, mi hija," her father whispered to her, gazing down lovingly into his oldest daughter's eyes. She smiled as a tear began to roll down her cheek, stepping back. "No te preocupes papá, haré que seamos los más orgullosos," Alejandra said back, wiping the single tear away and waving to her family one more time before the bodyguards took the heiress and set her feet down onto Riaglan, where she'd stay for a year and face all trials and tribulations.

xxxxxNot even a few minutes of becoming acquainted with what it was like to be on the ground in Riaglan, a short brunette with a familiar face rushed over to her, barking into her face a string of patronizing statements. Maritza Suarez, Alejandra put together once she'd heard the accent of her voice. It set her heart ablaze knowing she was here, not really in a romantic sense, but more of a competition. Alejandra feigned a confused face and turned to the daughter of Spain's prime minister. "Do I know you?" her English was heavily accented with one that reflected her country, where she almost always spoke Spanish. It cut her words short and sparked an edge that was definitely being used to Alejandra's advantage. At once, her bodyguards that had begun to retreat the other part of her family back to their seats stopped and turned to mind the altercation, but she knew her father was watching her every move now from where he stood. "Oh, the one and only Maritza Suarez," another feigned reaction, but her face curled into a smirk. "I had no idea you'd even be here. But luckily enough, anything goes here on Riaglan. Consider a bounty put on your head, which will be fulfilled with my own two hands." It was certainly an act to keep herself together in front of everyone here, considering people were arriving by the second. Alejandra grabbed a handful of the girl's shirt and brought them face to face with barely any space between. "Do not talk about my father, and do not act like you know me." She lowered her voice in threat, hoping no camera or other being was close enough to hear it. Why was she defending her father, who rarely even showed interest in her? Ale had no clue, but she would not lie down and take the disrespect from another in the way Maritza offered. With a shove and release of her shirt, Ale stood almost above the girl, despite their same height. "Your father cannot save you out here, princess. Watch yourself and your tone."

[jungwonie]

XXX──── 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍 ──────────── ( ♤ )
xx𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ─ 24, asia representative 𝐋𝐎𝐂 ─ landing point 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ─ jaehwa 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ tags

xxxxxThe only thought in Jimin's mind was: Is this even real? He'd been getting special treatment from the usually stoic upper-class and military that never would have given him a second glance if he was out doing his normal business around Seoul. And that was his only thought as they readied bags and shoved him into a helicopter with his fellow Asian representative counterpart. Jimin had yet to catch his name, but that was fine, and it never really bothered Jimin. He seemed timid and quiet, and JImin surely wasn't going to break the silence that somewhat reminded him of sleep or even a panic. Things moved around him quite often, and Jimin couldn't even tell when the helicopter lifted from it's respectful home to take them to the landing point in Riaglan.

xxxxxHe stood when he felt the helicopter land, knowing from the unfamiliar terrain that filled the windows of the helicopter. The air was thinner and fresher than that back in South Korea, and for that he was somewhat surprised. The thin air was probably because of the location of the landing point, whether it be higher or lower. Jimin couldn't exactly tell, or wish to know, but he glanced over at his counterpart nervously as a hatch was opened for the two of them to exit. Jimin figured Jaehwa would want the luxury of touching down first, so Jimin turned and waved a hand at Jaehwa to step up first wordlessly. Was he intimidated by his own teammate? Jimin also didn't wish to know the answer to that question either as he waited for the hatch to clear and allow the tall man out into Riaglan before him.

[jungwonie]

XXX──── 𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐘𝐎 ──────────── ( ★ )
xx𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ─ 24, africa representative 𝐋𝐎𝐂 ─ landing point 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ─ killian 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ tags

xxxxxKai had never felt freer to leave Nigeria, a place that he'd stayed the entirety of his life. Watching intently out the window, the adrenaline pumped recklessly through Ikaika's veins. He was excited to show the world what he was made of, not just the name people had heard of and whispers made about the outsider boy. Things were greener and the ocean was royally blue from as far as the eyes could see, something Kai had never gotten used to. It put the eyes of the birds he'd caught as a kid to shame, and now looking at something as vast as the own ocean, worldly making him look like nothing less than a speck of dust in the sky.

xxxxxTouchdown was something excited too, Ikaika making a break for the hatch leading to outside and the grass of Riaglan. He shimmied his way out and stood away from the hatch to allow his African counterpart to escape too. Ikaika was without guarding, but the faces he met as people flowed from other helicopters were so magically diverse that he was amazed. So many new faces means more to learn from other contestants. He was sure there was enough knowledge to go around, but Kai turned his head towards the inside of the helicopter. "You coming out?" he tossed lazily into the air to his companion, glancing up the hatch waiting for Killian's shoe or even face to emerge, like Kai was impatient already as if he didn't make the break towards the hatch that was careless in and of itself.

[lush]

xxx──𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑵 𝒀𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑨...
xxxxxxxx(egpytian; african rep)xx(tags) - kai xx(mentions) tags

killian didn't know what he was doing. he never knew what he was doing in all honesty, but this time he really didn't know what he was doing. all he knew was he volunteered for something to get away from his stupid sister trying to get in contact with him, and he just wanted to do something new other than sit in his house and mope. he was lonely in egypt. he had no friends, no family that he wanted to talk to, he was just living alone and being alone the whole time. he lost his childhood friends, he lost his friends from highschool and college, he had lost everyone. he didn't even know what to do anymore.

as much as he hated reaching out to people and being vulnerable, he wanted to be around someone. around anyone. so he didn't know how much it would hurt, to be with someone on a trip. he wouldn't have to open up to them, or be friends with them, just be around them enough that he didn't feel so doomed in life. maybe stay for a while. in all honesty, he didn't know what he was doing.

though the moment he was in the helicopter, he felt like he did something stupid and wrong.

terrified the whole ride, killian could barely breathe. felt like he couldn't swallow the knot in his throat, he couldn't shake the nerves off his skin. the butterflies in his stomach. god, he was so scared of heights, for one. he was scared of this whole situation, but being so high in the air was not helping him whatsoever. he felt like he couldn't open his eyes the entire time, he felt like he was glued to the seat, holding onto whatever he could hold onto until they got down. he was frankly, terrified.

once they finally landed, killian let out a deep breath. felt like he could finally breathe after hours of not breathing in general. licking his lips lightly, killie only watched the taller male as he moved out of the helicopter. killie nodded as he unbuckled himself from the seat and slowly followed after. though, hearing his voice, killie immediately rolled his eyes and sighed. "shut up," he muttered, pushing himself out of the hatch as he glared at the male in front of him.

the male didn't do anything - he just asked him what he was doing. but killie didn't know how to answer. it was better than not answering, right?

[kellybelly1403]

𝐃𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬
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Australian Rep | Location: Aus. Helicopter -> Landing Point | Tags: Malakai | Mentions: ~~

“We love you. Don’t ever forget that.”

Her final goodbyes to her parents played on repeat in her mind for hours, as if she was stuck in a void. Dakota was well aware she would be hurt from the goodbyes but for whatever reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling something was off. Now, this could just be her anxiety, but there was no proof. The way her parents worded and spoke to her, seemed like they were apologizing. But why? It wasn’t their fault she was chosen to participate in the game. They wouldn’t do that to her, they loved her. There was no possible way her parents would do this to her. There was no way.

The girl’s thoughts were then interrupted by a semi-loud voice, causing her to now be present in her body. Her leg shaking had stopped abruptly, and the hair elastic in between her fingers was now frayed. How long was the trip? Had she been fidgeting this whole time? A flash of red quickly appeared on her cheeks as she sunk longer in her seat. Dakota had prayed no one noticed, or at least not cared. She could always use an excuse for her fidgets like being nervous right? No one needed to know she suffers from severe anxiety. That was no one's problem but her own, plus everyone will be dealing with their own problems anyway. But once again, her thoughts were interrupted by a strange voice. A strange voice that she hadn’t realized was placed next to her. “N-nervous?” She repeated. Had the boy been sitting here this whole time? “Uh…ya. Just a bit. You?” She asked the boy.

Dakota thought back trying to remember any bits of the flight, but she wasn’t having much luck. Her memory was foggy. Had he been the one conversing with the pilot? He must have been.

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𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐦𝐚𝐧
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Europe Rep | Location: Europe Helicopter -> Landing Point | Tags: Rowan | Mentions: Maritza

The whole trip was a daze for Vera. Echo’s of people’s voices played in her ears, as the same view from the window revealed itself. The girl was well aware that going to the island was her own fault but there was a part in her that wished she hadn’t volunteered. Yes maybe she would have never been able to leave home if that was the case but at least she would be doing something in her routine. Yes, it wasn’t ideal to be taking care of her whole family, but they are family. She had to, who else would have taken care of them? No one. Both her parents and sister would have been placed in a home, or worse jail, and Vera would have been sent to foster care with child protective services involved. Either option sucked Plus at nineteen, who is going to help her get away from her family? She couldn’t go to a foster home, nor did she have money to move. She was stuck.

There were two other girls with her on the helicopter, one with gorgeous red hair and the other with chocolate-coloured hair. Both seemed to be in their own world like Vera, but from what it looked like, the brunette was much calmer than the two gingers. But then again, maybe she was just better at masking? Or maybe she just had her life together? It was hard to tell. Vera knew everyone had their own stories and to never judge a book by its cover, but sometimes she wondered why they are like this.

With time, the helicopter had landed on the island and everyone slowly began getting off. Vera’s heart pounded and her breath was short. This was it. This was her new life. This is where she gets a new start. Frozen in fear, the girl tried to catch her breath. *Breathe! Just breathe!* She thought to herself. She held her hand at her chest as it tightened even more. *Not here. We can’t have one here.* Thankfully, the one representative spoke out when she did, causing the girl to finally catch her breath. The other red head instructed Vera to follow and she left the vehicle. There was a slight language barrier that the girl did notice but the teen believes she understood for the most part as she slowly and quietly exited the aircraft as well.

[senna_]

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒
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↳ north america repxxxxxlocation; landing pointxxxxxmentions; tagxxxxxtags; rhys

Being on unfamiliar land certainly threw Juliette off. Despite being fully capable of breathing in air, taking normal everyday steps, and even simply standing upright, she found she was having a difficult time doing all of those and more. Just breathe, Juliette. Instinctively, she found one hand drifting up towards her chest, the other towards her belly, and she sucked in a breath. The air was surprisingly fresh, cold against her nostrils and somehow easier to digest. Her big brown eyes began to shift around. Truth be told, there wasn’t much to take in, from where she was currently standing. The grass beneath her feet had been flattened and was substantially shorter than the surrounding field that seemed to be fencing them in. The flattened grass stretched out for miles; it almost looked like it could be a runway. She supposed that made sense, as this wasn’t the first time this game had occurred. Did someone mow the grass, or was it that flat because of all the damage from the helicopters? Why did that even matter now, given the circumstances? She had far bigger things to set her mind on, and yet for whatever reason, she kept going back to the grass.

From afar, long meadow weeds swayed innocently with the gentle breeze; if she wasn’t so nervous about being in an unfamiliar place, Juliette may have even wanted to join along. Wildflowers dotted the field in patches, and yet Juliette didn’t once find herself gathering up a sneeze. It almost felt like a fantasy island. This seems too good to be true. It was true, Riaglan was rumoured to be this perfect, safe island, but if that were the case then why would the governments willingly host a survival event here? Something seemed off. It made the hair on her arms rise, and her spine straighten, but she couldn’t quite wrap her head around the negative possibilities they would potentially run into in the near future. In fact, Juliette couldn’t seem to get her creative thinking rolling at all.

It was because of that that she found herself awkwardly staring at the boy she had bumped into far after he had stopped speaking, as if she either hadn’t registered what he had said to her, or like she straight-up couldn’t talk. Given that she had already gifted him a few words, that seemed completely out of the question. “Sorry,” Juliette blurted out the apology a moment later, sending him a small smile as she settled back into her consciousness. “I’m a little out of it right now. This place makes me feel…” Her voice drifted off as she struggled to find the right word. She wasn’t completely weirded out by it, yet surely was not one hundred percent at ease. Instead, Juliette settled for a tiny shake of her head and another tight-lipped smile before stepping away from the topic. The one she was currently chatting to was charming, in an innocent type of way. He wore a boyish smile and had an honest glint in his eye.

“Isn’t it a bit funny?” Juliette continued with a small hum of a laugh. “So much to take in, and yet it’s just grass.” His gentle joking made her feel at ease, calming her instantly as if it had rained into her pores. “I’m Juliette, it’s nice to meet you, Rhys from Rain City. I’m from The Six ─ Toronto, I don’t actually know why it’s called The Six.” She was curious as to whether or not he was a volunteer or not, but felt that was a sensitive question to ask, especially so early on. He certainly looked nervous, too; she could practically feel it radiating off of him. “This will be an adventure,” she spoke a moment later, gesturing around the two of them. “How good are you with camping?”

[senna_]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐙𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐙
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↳ europe repxxxxxlocation; landing pointxxxxxmentions; tagxxxxxtags; alejandra

It was almost comical, in the most unamusing way possible, how easily Maritza was able to pinpoint the daughter of the Columbian president. Her father had described her absolutely perfectly; had he ever even met her? Since the fallout between their two parents, Maritza didn’t even think her father had flown across seas again. Certainly not into South American territory, that was for sure. She had swiftly moved towards her, closing the space almost entirely within seconds; she moved robotically, as if somewhere inside, someone was programming her every move. Not just someone, but her father. At times, Maritza had even semi-convinced herself that she had only been born and raised to overthrow her father’s enemies. There were other moments where she knew that was ridiculous, but now, realizing just how quickly she had snatched up the attention of the daughter to the man her father hated, Mari wasn’t so sure.

“You just can’t keep your hands off of me, can you?” Maritza practically seethed, referring to both the statement Alejandra made about her hands on her head, followed by the physical tug forward. “Come a little closer, hermosa.” Her head tilted slightly, brow raised, as her eyes skitted along Alejandra’s face. Oh, how enraged her father would be, if he saw her using her words instead of actions. Anything less than a harmful insult or spit to the face was beneath her father. Maritza knew that was something she’d never do, but with her father’s watchful eye, she had to put on the act ─ minus the actions. He wasn’t here now, but with the occasional camera swooping in to monitor their progress, she knew without a doubt that he would be nose-up to the television, barking instructions through the screen, grasping onto the hope that his daughter would somehow hear and command.

“My father wouldn’t even save me back home,” she retorted. “I am fully capable of taking care of myself. Just you see.” Her pride set her cheeks aflame, but she was far from intimidated by the words of the Columbian. If anything, they fueled her. “Our countries have refused to help one another for years. Do not expect that to change now that we are here.” Given Alejandra’s actions, Maritza doubted that even crossed her mind. That was fine by her; Mari liked working alone anyway. Plus, with a dozen other people here, stepping away from one person wasn’t going to ruin everything. Maritza had volunteered herself to be here. She deserved to be here.

With a huff, Maritza stepped back, moving with ease as Alejandra released her shirt. She didn’t bother fixing it. Instead, her gaze flitted onward, expression relaxing just a bit as she breathed in the scenery around her. Trees, grass, open field. Not a building in sight. No cameras, no signs. This was a whole new world. Her lips curved into the slightest of smiles.

She couldn’t wait to dive in.

[deco.]

𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐰𝐚 e𝐊𝐢𝐥
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Jaehwa sat idly in the helicopter, his eyes staring blankly at the forestry that was being flown over, he was sure that under any other circumstances he would enjoy the scenery. Unfortunately, those circumstances did not include tourism, which was a shame. His eyes shifted to the other man who sat across from him, the two hadn’t shared a word with each other. Jaehwa didn’t mind, he wasn’t one for idle chit chat anyway. They were both here for the same reasons so there probably wasn’t much he cared to learn about the other man. Not too long after, the helicopter had landed and Jaehwa found himself dealing with his bags, he brought with him the necessities; a few changes of clothes, water, some hygiene products, first aid, and some emergency rations. He didn’t know if he was over or underprepared but he would make due with what he had. His family had given him a quick briefing of what Riaglan held in store for him. They made it very clear to him that the natural disasters there were frequent and if he didn anything stupid, he’d definitely die. That last part didn’t exactly encourage him but he was going to play the game whether he was encouraged by them or not.

Jaehwa slung his backpack over his shoulder before turning around and noticing his companion waving him ahead, Jaehwa nodded in thanks, “고맙습니다” (thank you) he spoke as well, not wanting to be rude. He took a moment to take a look at his surroundings, it seemed some others had arrived before them. He didn’t stray too far from Jimin, in fact, he waited for the other to get out of the helicopter before taking another step further. Once again, the view before him was breathtaking. Perhaps if the experience here isn’t too hellish, he’d have to return on a vacation, if that was even allowed. The government might have some twisted law that doesn’t allow people to come here unless you are an original inhabitant or coming to take part in the survival game. He didn’t ponder the thought for much longer, it was something he could return to later if the moment presented itself in the future. Things did seem a bit awkward, perhaps he should have struck up conversation earlier instead of writing it off as inconvenient. Jaehwa cleared his throat and introduced himself, "내 이름은 킬재화, 이름이 뭐예요?" (my name is kil jaewha, what’s your name?)