↷ the lost boys

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ｒｕｔｈｉｅ ｓｗｅｌｌ,-----------------tags ;; dani, johnny, matrona

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ruthie rolled up into a sitting position on her makeshift bed, yawning as she inclined. she rubbed her face with her palms and looking down at the sleeping bodies next to her, pulling her mocha locks up into a high ponytail. a sigh rolled from her chest, out her nose, dreading the day ahead. she pushed herself up off the ground and walked out onto the cold sand. it was still early in the morning, still chilly. she threw on the sweatshirt she had been wearing when they crashed and pulled her jeans up around her nimble legs and waist. she followed the sound of crackling wood and the smell of smoke.

sitting around the fire, trying to get warmth before the sun finally showed herself, johnny, danielle, and matrona were huddled making small talk. and gave a bright smile to them all. "no food yet? darn. well, you're all fired as my personal chefs here because this is ridiculous. im starving." though, she didn't have to say so. her stomach spoke for herself. ruthie sat down cross legged in front of dani, the petite blonde she'd grown close with since they crash landed. she leaned back against her legs and looked at johnny through the flame of the fire, then at matrona. "as soon as its light and warm out, im going exploring. there's gotta be so much more to see on in this place than this stupid beach."

[chantesuta;]

☆ ❝ d a n i hernandez ❞ ☆
occ; hmm..nothing.
tagged; johnnny, matrona, ruthie

Dani smiled as Ruthie joined the group. maybe that is one of the reason they have grown close - is the way Ruthie could make her smile, she being a bit of a serious face. It was not that she was like that one purpose, it was just the way her nature was. Think too much, talk too less. But Ruthie had a way of getting her out of her box a bit, relaxing and just learning to laugh at the stupid things in life.
Absent mindedly she played with a curl of Ruthie's chocolate bunch of never ending hair. I wish I had hair like this, was a thought thought often in Ruthie's presence.

She was hungry too, though she must say that she has grown rather used to not eating much. They were all starving. The island was busy starving too, she thought as she eyed the shriveling up plants. Even though early mornings was usually quite cheery, she could not help but feel a chill going up and down her arms as she felt the tension in the air. Something was not really quite right. It might be a good idea to go exploring and find some new things out about this so called strange atmosphere in the air. Even find some bit of fruit to eat. great, now her stomach was rumbling too.
"I think I will go with you. We need to get out of our box a bit. " She then smirked a bit out of the ironic there of - when her comment reminded her of herself, like - yes, she could speak about coming out of her box.

[credence]

matrona finley -- seventeen -- the weird one -- ruth, dani, johnny
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Matt had made no comment to Johnny's greeting. A nod for Dani. A smile for Ruthie. She closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the sounds of waves crashing against the immense rocks to their left. Were Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt still married? What was Bon Jovi's new album called? What was music like now days, anyway? What new flavors had Skittles come up with in the past three years? She raised an eyebrow at herself. Oh, yes. Going off the deep end yet again. Her lips barely twitched up into a smirk.

Perhaps it was best to focus on reality. She turned to the two girls, talking about exploring the island to a greater depth. She nodded in agreement. She was beginning to feel the edges of the beach folding up and closing in around her. "I'm coming," she said tiredly, then snickered. "Who knows, maybe we'll find a tunnel that the previous inhabitants of this island dug under the ocean, come up in Russia."