the island ; Closed. We have arrived c:

[broken*]

Skylar Jones~~Seventeen~~The Artist
The light-blue haired girl could feel his eyes on her, not really sure if he was admiring her in his head or mentally scoffing. Most found her looks, while innocent and unique, to be strange, too 'weird' to be worth it. Guys had never really been into her, because of her being a more reserved person, as well as not just throwing herself at them all, and her one-of-a-kind lavender-blue hair. She looked back up at him with her lovely blue eyes when he spoke again, noticing his lips curve up in a slight smirk, and she could not help but raise an eyebrow. Not many cared for her name, nor even so much as bothered to comment on it. He was.. Different. But she liked it, the way he treated her, so far at least."I'm not too far from home, I just live in a small town, a few cities over from where we took off from. My mother is... Controlling to say the very least, and, quite honestly, I took the chance to go on this trip to get away from her. Live my life a little bit. And of course, I'm sure the island will have gorgeous things for me to draw." She let out a soft, adorable giggle at her last comment.

[sweet potato]

| age ; 18 | gender ; female | status ; single |
ｒｏｂｙｎ ｐｅｒｏｎｎｅ
| mood ; amused | currently ; sitting | with ; Basil | setting ; in the airplane |

Heh. So Basil didn't like the music after all. "Alright, alright. What's up with the formalities, dude? I am most definitely not a 'miss.'" Robyn chuckled. "Just call me Robyn, sir." The girl emphasized the sir with an attempt at a British accent. Not to be mean, of course. "I mean, we're friends now, right?" She held out her hand, ready to bump fists with Basil but stopped herself. "Aha, forgot. You don't do the whole fist bump thing." She put her hand back into her lap then yawned. Sooner or later, Robyn would be asleep. "Well anyways, tell me something about yourself, BasiL

[malefactor]

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basil amelii♞male♞18 years
With ; Robyn
Doing ; being confused
Feeling ; like a nerd
Where ; on the plane
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Basil was taken aback by her comment. Proper manners was all he had ever known. He always called them miss or mister until he had gotten comfortable. He leaned back in his seat. She mimicked his accent, but failed miserably. He let out a laugh from his stomach, the quickly clasped his hand over his mouth. Did he really just do that? He hadn't laughed since his mum died. He use to have friends, but since then, they all left and he was a reserved person. He reddened and looked away. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes when Robyn mentioned the word "friend". Did she really want to be his friend? Or would she just leave like the others and he would become Basil again? He wanted a friend, deep, deep down inside the thing that keeps beating, but his brain thought not. He did not answer, but looked away. She had her eyes closed anyway. Basil leaned back too and mimicked her position, but just leaned back in his seat. "Well, is there really much to tell? I mean is there really history inside a dead tree? Or is the tree alive but is isolated? I think I am that tree. The tree that is not alive nor dead. Just somewhere in the middle. But I am still isolated, and this island will change nothing. I will still be pressured to do somebody's homework, or still being pushed in the hallway. Just isolated. That's me," he answered. In just a moment, he let go the weight on his shoulders, without telling her anything deeply personal. He laid back and closed his eyes, waiting to get on the island.

[thiste]

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[survivalist][17 years][with ; ?]

-Finnick laughed with her, a sort of genuine-airy laugh that was weak with some traveling exhaustion. He leaned into the recliner a little, letting out a soft sigh and closing his eyes a moment before humorously opening one to glance at her with a crooked grin across his features."I know where you're coming from, my parents aren't too different. It definitely wears you down."

-Finnick tried not to grumble, but his parents really did wear him down, always pressuring him to be something he wasn't."Completely! I mean, what an adventure this is. Getting to take a plane to a small island with some strangers. I'm glad I got to meet you, and uh, I'll be excited to see how some of those drawings turn out."-Finnick smiled warmly in her direction, briefly catching an accented voice a couple seats back.-

[malefactor]

[bump c:]

[diana.]

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Ａｔ ｔｅｌｌｉｎｇ ｐｅｏｐｌｅ
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Hayley kept on listening to music while ignoring everything and everyone out. She was
extremely bored and needed to do something. She wondered how long it would take for them to get
there and she waited with anticipation. She played around with her long nails and her slim fingers
and suddenly had the urge to play the piano. Being the child of a producer didn't really help
Hayley into not getting interesting into music. She remembered that she had brought her guitar
along but she had packed it with the rest of her luggage. She softly cursed at herself for not
bringing it here with her. Hayley glanced around and saw the boy called Basil talking with another
girl. She raised her eyebrows slightly but ignored the sight and stared down at the book she had
been reading for the past couple of minutes.

[malefactor]

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basil amelii♞male♞18 years
With ; Robyn
Doing ; being confused
Feeling ; like a nerd
Where ; on the plane
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Basil closed his eyes. A few minutes later, the intercom came on. "We hope you had a nice flight, we are now landing on the runway." The intercom cut off. Yes! Finally ! He can now get off this metal contraption. He tightly gripped his bag and he looked back. Everybody looked dead tired, and he must look like a maniac. His dark, curly locks were straight and sticking to his forehead. He tried to make them normal again, but he gave up. His hair was very tempermental sometimes. He could not help it but a smile spread across his face. He turned around to Hayley. This was the first time he had seen her face directly. He had seen her somewhere. He saw her in a newspaper once, something about her dad. "I saw you on a newspaper once," he said. "I think."

[sweet potato]

((Sorry for being quite inactive. My week has been extremely busy! :c ))

| age ; 18 | gender ; female | status ; single |
ｒｏｂｙｎ ｐｅｒｏｎｎｅ
| mood ; amused | currently ; sitting | with ; Basil | setting ; in the airplane |

Robyn chuckled at how he covered his mouth when he laughed. "What? Don't like your laugh? Heh." When Basil started to talk about... Trees?... Robyn started to zone out. She couldn't help it. The way Basil put his words were so... Complex. Soon enough, Robyn was sound asleep. However, the girl jolted awake when the intercom came on. "Yeah! I'm so pumped right now!" Robyn suddenly had a burst of energy. When Basil mentioned a familiar girl, she too looked back. Robyn furrowed her brow. So she wasn't the only one that thought this girl was familiar... "You do seem quite familiar..." Robyn added. Perhaps... On T.V? She shrugged and decided to introduce herself. "The name's Robyn. Robyn Peronne, the one and only. You?"

[broken*]

Skylar Jones~~Seventeen~~The Artist
The light-blue haired girl listened to him as he spoke, and took the chance to look him over, quite quickly of course, not wanting him to notice and she herself get embarrassed at being caught. He was quite handsome, if she was being honest with herself. With his dark hair, his hazel eyes, and the fact that he was so much taller than she herself was.
As she opened her mouth to reply, him finally finishing speaking, she was cut off by the flight attendant, saying that they were about to land on the runway, and a beautiful smile appeared on Skylar's face. "Oh we're here! I'm so excited. I just cannot wait to begin exploring, with my sketchpad of course. It's supposed to be such a lovely island.." The girl let out a soft, happy sigh, not realizing she was rambling, which she often did around boys, for she was not exactly experienced in that area of expertise.

[minho]

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The majority of people could remember their dreams crystal clear and recount every small detail. The troublemaker near the window actually took pills in able to forget. He slept somewhat soundlessly in return of having no dreams. Kaycie had a problem with night terror, waking up in cold sweat somewhat delirious and having no knowledge that he was awake. To make sure this wouldnt happen again, his doctor prescribed him medication. So, what was better: night terrors or the lack of dreams?
Once the intercom had come on and the voice flooded throughout the plane, Kaycie opened his eyes to a world full of light. Had they finally reached the island? The one the brunet was secretly dying to explore, break some rules, and cause some havoc? This was it, the time finally came. He sat up in his cushioned chair and briefly scanned the place, particularly not interested in what he saw. He figured the natives on this island would prove to be more interesting than those he shared the plane with. Kaycie stayed seated, running a hand through his soft hair. The dead cells, what your hair is, obeyed him and slicked back at the touch. He licked his lips once to get them moisturized and relaxed back into his seat. When the time came, he would be found pushing past people to get out of the flying machine. This was going to be a great adventure, full of anticipated wonderments.