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Mar. 11th, 2012 02:39 pm
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[Annie ventures off from camp, more than a little embarrassed by Krystal's offering horoscopes to everyone she can get her fingers on. Better to save face and walk away, though Annie's sorely tempted to give her mother a good harangue.

Finding herself on the beach, she espies something half-buried in the sand...
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A HUMAN HAND

IT'S A HUMAN HAND

HOLY

HOLY CRAP

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Mar. 9th, 2012 01:54 pm
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[It came as a shock when more than a couple days went by and no rescuers could be seen. Adelle supposes it's good that there's some kind of fresh water source, but living off of coconuts and mangoes is getting so old and tired.

When are people going to come for them? She wants off this island!

For the moment, though, after making sure no one was around, she's changed into her bathing suit and is reclined on the beach. She might as well get an
even tan while she's here, if it's the only thing she can get out of it.

Fiddling with her iPod, which still miraculously works, she vents her feelings on Angry Birds. Sighing, she whines:]
When will we get off this stupid island?
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The ocean dropped her off on the island more than she swam to it as she wakes, still half-immersed in the ocean. Her eyes open in alarm, and salt water fills her mouth when it forms a shocked 'o'.

All Adelle remembers right before the crash is reaching for her purse and carry-on, clutching them to her chest like she would stuffed animals. Her eyes were wide and terrified as she looked at Valentin, and the rest was a blur.

She quickly pats herself, affirming that she's still alive, that she didn't drown. She looks around, grateful that her purse and carry-on managed to come with the same wave she did. It's then that it fully hits her, as she looks beyond her belongings to the rest of the island, just where she is and what happened.

"Valentin?" she calls out feebly at first. "Valentin?" Louder that time. She scrabbles up off the ground and looks around wildly, spinning, her head turning left and right. "Valentin! Where are you!"

Her breaths come quicker as fear creeps up her chest. "Valentin!" Her shout is desperate.

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