Liwa Island

Liwa Island

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What can go wrong when four teenagers are brought back to life by Death?

1,083 readers have visited Liwa Island since Onica-Louis created it.

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ImageWhen people die are they ever truly gone? Is there ever any possibility that they'll come back? A soul never dies, but a body certainly does, so it may be possible that no one is ever completely gone. Seconds before someone dies they come face-to-face with Death, no not the verb but the noun. Death has many names, but he is most commonly known as: the Grim Reaper. He doesn't walk around carrying a scythe or go around trying to scare people, all he does is great a person and take their souls away.

Death has been around since the beginning of time, and with that he gets very bored sometimes. Day in and day out he must collect the souls of all types of people, he's basically seen it all.

One summer night he felt the death of four souls on the small island of Liwa, and of course he went to collect them. With each soul he took he learned more about their deaths, and how all their deaths were connected.

Finding this amusing he decided to play a little game. The following summer he decided to give the four teens a new life to finished what they started.

These new lives can either be a gift or a curse, deciding on how the teens choose to take their new life's, but of course Death had to add a small twist to everything. The teens are sent back into new bodies, to the point that no one will recognize them. It's up to them to make up lies to blend in with out their family or past friends.

As mentioned before: a body dies, but a soul never does.



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wants to stay and watch up close and personal the courses that these kids choose as their own, so he shall remain on the island.

Furnishing the returned souls with money, food, and a place to stay he shall be their caretaker to say the least.

But it must be known that Death can not stop the way their new life's will end. Even though he's trying to help them, he always wants to be amused. He wants to see the fights, the heart breaks, the tears, the make ups, the kisses, and the warm embraces. Enjoying every moment of these new beginnings is his plan.



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Boy 1 || Age: (16-20) ||
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Girl 1 || Age: (16-20) ||
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Girl 1 was known as the "good girl" in town. Always smiley and bubbly, kind, gentle, and appeared to never do anything wrong. In reality she was a rebel child, drinking and going out of town to party was her life. One night at a party she came to meet Boy 1 and in the very moment they met they knew they were perfect for each other. Before long the two rebellious teens were in a relationship together. Girl 1 became seen as the girl that was too good for Boy 2, and after a while it began to affect him. Not feeling good enough he began to sleep around with Boy 2. His little affair went on for months without being detected, but as soon as Girl 1 found out she was heart broken, saddened, and depressed by it. She forgave him and tried her best to stay with him, but in the end depression won the game and she killed herself. Boy 1 was hurt to see her go, he felt so much guilt for her death. Instead of drinking for pleasure he began to start drinking to forget her.




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Girl 2 || Age: (16-20) ||
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Jonathan Adam O'Reilly || Age: 17 ||
FC: Logan Lerman || #6495ED ||
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Friends since childhood, but lacked many commons. Girl 2 was a popular girl in school, 'every guy wanted her and every girl wanted to be her' type of deal. With her revealing clothes and manipulative personality she was one to get whatever she desired. Boy 2 on the other hand was nothing like that. He was quiet and kept to himself, but happened to always be there to lend a helping hand. Their friendship in all terms were odd, and to top it off Girl 2 was very abusive to him. A smack here and a punch there to him if she got upset over the littlest of things, but of course Boy 2 was too kind to speak out about it. On a drunk night Girl 2 got into a fight with Girl 4. Things got a little heated, and with out warning Girl 2 was hit across the head and was left alone to die. Boy 2 on the other hand was with Boy 1 on this night. He was called over to comfort Boy 1 about the death of his girlfriend. It wasn't until the next day he found out his bestfriend had died from a blow to the head.




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Girl 3 || Age: (16-20) ||
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Jade Lily Scott || Age: 17 ||
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Girl 3 was older than Girl 4, in fact she was a student teacher at the school that Girl 4 attended. Girl 4 was always a teachers pet; it wasn't weird to see her staying after school everyday to talk to Girl 3 about school related topics. Quickly their relationship turned friendly, the two started hanging out outside of school becoming. Girl 4 came from a wealthy family, always forced to be in their image, but when she was with Girl 3 she knew she could be herself. One day out of the blue she came out to her teacher, telling her that she was gay. This only brought their friendship closer. Soon people began to notice the closeness of the two girls and rumors began to spread. On the night of all the deaths Girl 4 was attending a party. She over heard Girl 2 talking about her and Girl 3 having a "inappropriate" relationship. Anger mixed with alcohol lead Girl 4 into fighting Girl 2. Before she knew it the other girl was on the ground bleeding, fear kicked in and she fled. Girl 3 on the other hand had been taken a night walk, when suddenly she had been struck by a car dying instantly.




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Boy 3 || Age: (16-20) ||
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Aeshan Zoran Kit || Age: 18 ||
FC: Dylan O'Brien ||
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Skinny Love is the only way that could have been used to describe these two teens. Connected at the hip at all times, they were always together. Boy 3 and Boy 4 grew up as neighbors, they both always found excuses to go over to each others houses. There had always been whispers throughout school that the two had a deeper relationship, but of course they denied it as if it were nothing. Boy 3 was a year older than Boy 4, he thought if he ever pursued his best friend that he'd be taking advantage of him; Boy 4 was a year younger than Boy 3, he never thought he could be good enough to be with him. On a night that seemed as normal as an other Boy 3 was driving home with Boy 4 asleep in the passenger side. Instead of watching the road he watched his friend peacefully sleep, when suddenly he felt the car jolt and go off the road. Losing control of the car it flipped over smashing that drivers side. Boy 4 was woken up by the wreck. Panicked he got himself out of the car, but was unable to get his friend out as well.




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Death, a bubbly lighthearted man that honestly just wants to see the best for people. He doesn't walk around dressed in black, well not completely at least, he doesn't carry around a scythe, or wear a hood. In fact, he finds all his stereotypes quiet humorous. He loves a good laugh nonetheless. Why did he save those four teens? He honestly has no reason why he found these teens so special, but he has! He shall be staying on the island supplying the teens. What alias shall he be taking? Well, that's simple. He'll be working at the islands cemetery!




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Time: 12:00 Am || Date: May 24, 2016 || Weather: Warm




Lightening strikes across the island at the peak of the morning, summing the arrival of Death. Death loomed over the island of Liwa, not in a menacing way, but instead watching over the island. Though, no one would be dying on this day, in fact life was being given. The first day of summer, the one year anniversary of the deaths of four teens, and the day these teens would be brought back to life. He would give these teens another chance at life to do whatever they wished. Also, he just wanted to watch what happened, he was growing bored, always watching people die, but today, oh today, now he would watch people live.





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ImageThe sand was stuck between his toes: squishy, damp, and cooling. Salt was the only scent that filled the air and that was alright with Aeshan, it was refreshing. Everything about this spot on the beach gave a serene feeling to him, it was a special place to the young man. The way the ocean waves barely reached him, tickling his toes, was a feeling like home, well if home was a person.

A year ago today... His thoughts couldn't help but trail, especially since it all seemed so unreal.

The past year had been odd to say the least, so surreal. Aeshan had managed to live without his best friend, which in every way was odd. Time and time again he had caught himself accidentally trying to talk to Declan though he was gone. Everytime he had some big accomplishment the first person he wanted to tell was Cards, but then the realization would always set in that he was gone. Nonetheless it was still odd, but Aeshan was managing.

"I graduated man," he spoke softly as if someone where there to hear him. Regardless, he was pretty excited to feel free from high school, he was extremely ready for college. He was even toying with the idea of leaving the island to pursue his dreams of writing and painting. Maybe Europe, maybe the states, he wasn't really sure yet. Maybe Paris. Paris was his place of birth, so maybe that's where he'd go.

Lightening began to roll across the see, that spelled danger, but Aeshan couldn't pull himself to leave the spot he was at. He needed to be here at this moment in time, he needed this, he needed to be at his special place. This spot on the beach was the closing thing he had to home it felt. Of course from time to time Aeshan would go and visit Declan's family, they were extremely lovely people, family to him in a way and he loved the, deeply, but that was home either. Here, on this beach was close though. Declan and Aeshan came here a lot together, it was their spot... and Declan had been his home. How funny is it that a person could be home. In reality Aeshan thought he would have had more time with Declan, he thought they would have years together. On this very spot on the beach they had made plans together for their futures, they were each others future, at least that's what he had thought.

Aeshan wasn't going to spend the rest of his life stuck in the past of his dead friend, of course he thought about him every day, but he couldn't just stay stuck in that tragic night. This early morning Aeshan felt like he was allowed to let his mind be overflowed with memories of Declan, it was alright.






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Every night I close my eyes and your face races through my mind. Only...it isn't how I want to remember it. I see your eyes, wide with shock, blood pooling around your hair, staining it a deep crimson colour that I wish I could erase from my mind. But the image. The image of you, once so fantastically amazing, is now tainted with this new image: the image of you...dead. Literally and figuratively. The image of you is dead, replaced by the image of you - dead. I wish I could forget. Forget that single night. Just that night. That night alone.

The guilt of it is unbearable, unrelenting. Not only was my image of you destroyed, but I lost the image I once had of myself. The girl I knew both barely yet all the same too well. Now an even more imperfect piece of artwork thrust upon this world; her hands are stained a wine colour, and she is nothing more than a coward, too afraid to live on but even more afraid to die. I can't shake the image from my head of the other girl; the one who didn't deserve what happened to her but ended up suffering the drunken rage of the girl with the scarlet-coloured hands. The hands that belong to me but all the same do not.

I am not a murderer. Sometimes I think I am. Or that I might be. 'It was an accident.' 'You weren't in your right mind.' That's what they said at least. That, and countless other things of the like. I have to believe that it could have been, only I don't entirely believe that it was. I did mean to hurt her - that was all too clearly intentional - but not for her to die. They're right when they say that your natural 'fight-or-flight' instinct kicks in when you're in trouble. Running was both the worst and the best decision I could have made that night.

I wonder sometimes, if I could go back to that night, if I wouldn't have run, knowing what I know now. Maybe if I hadn't run, you would still be alive. Because that's how Karma works, right? If I had stayed, that girl may have lived, and Karma wouldn't have had to step in to make things 'right.' I'd like to think that's how it has to work; at the same time, though, I don't because that doesn't seem entirely fair. Not to me at least.

I have these thoughts a lot, you know. Wishing that I could turn back time, while at the same time never wanting to really go back to that night. The night. A year ago. A year ago... I feel like I learned important lessons though. I think the most important being how fragile lives really are. How quickly they may be stripped from this soil, whether by a malicious god or by Death himself.

I have also wondered whether Death takes the shape of a man or rather a woman. Maybe Death takes neither form and is simply some sort of apparition - maybe a demon even - but I guess you can't be completely sure unless you meet Death face-to-face. Which seems somewhat unfair because then only the dead would know the true appearance of Death. Rewarding the dead with being able to see him - her - it. That would mean that Death would have to be really beautiful. If someone living could see Death, in all of their beauty and wonder, more people would wish for their deaths. That would be my guess, anyway,
Jade thought. She had a tendency to enact inner monologues with herself, thinking and brooding over past events. She figured it might help her figure out how to rid of her nightmares. She decided it might be a good idea to get up and get out, to clear her head.

She stood, leaving her bed behind her and put on a coat. It was late, and she could hear thunder, but she couldn't stay in her room any longer without driving herself crazy with her own thoughts. She made her way toward the beach, the clouds in the sky obscuring the moon so intensely that there was little light besides the occasional strike of lightning. She kicked off her flip flops and picked them up in her hand, pulling her jacket more closed with the other. It was windy, but there wasn't yet any rain. She stepped into the sand, feeling the cold grains sink between her toes. She could feel her hair whipping about as she walked along the shoreline, staying far enough away from the water to keep from getting wet. As she walked, she could feel the wind lashing sand at her bare legs. She wished she had changed into jeans rather than wearing her soft, pajama shorts. It was a warm night, but the wind was making her cold.

As she round a corner, the wind died down significantly, making her feel better. As she continued, a lightning flash illuminated the silhouette of something in the sand. As she drew closer, she could see that it was a person. Drawing nearer still, she saw that it was Aeshan, someone she didn't know too well, but knew nonetheless. Everyone knew everyone here, the island was so small. She glided up to him and sat beside him. "It's a nice night. Just wish it wasn't this night." She knew that he would understand what she meant. She hadn't been the only one to lose someone close to them this night, a year ago.


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24 May 2016, he thought to himself as he wrote the date down in his diary. He hadn't been able to sleep, knowing that today would mark the one year anniversary of his best friend's death. He still couldn't believe that it had already been a year. He wasn't sure how he had been making it through it besides just trying his hardest to stick it out with high school. He had graduated this year, and he didn't know what he was going to do now. He had debated trying to pursue music, but he didn't think that his piano playing was up to par. He had always loved writing but wasn't sure if he could make a living or a career out of it. He felt lost and hopeless, but more than anything, he felt alone.

Today marks the one year 'anniversary' of her death, he wrote. Now that I'm finished with high school, my future seems bleak, but I at least have Sen to help me through things. Though it usually feels more like I'm helping him through things. Tonight also marks the death of his girlfriend. Jonathan had a difficult time writing the words. He still felt like the reason that Sen's girlfriend wasn't alive anymore. He hadn't known it at the time, but when he and Sen had started seeing each other, Sen had been in a relationship.

Now, Jonathan found himself consoling Sen on the regular as Sen drank himself silly, more often than not. It was always painful, for both of them, but he knew that tonight - today - was going to be worse.

There was a knock at his bedroom door. His mother spoke through it. "You have a phone call. Next time your friends call you this late, you're grounded." He wondered who would be calling him this late, now that he thought about it. He had a guess, but he hoped he was wrong. He made his way to the kitchen and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" he said softly. "Jomafem..." Jonathan closed his eyes. He had been correct; it was Sen, drunk. "Sen, why are you calling so late?" he whispered. "I - hic - ned oo ta cuh oh-verrrr..." "Okay. Sit tight..." He hung up the phone quickly and slipped on his shoes, heading over to Sen's as quickly as he could walk.

When he got there, Sen was lying on his front lawn, his arms and legs spread out as if he was attempting to look like a starfish. "Sen..." he muttered as he knelt by him. "Huh? Jomafem!" Sen's eyes were glassy and not focusing. Jonathan sat him up and stepped inside, coming back out after a minute or so with a glass of water. "Drink." Sen surprisingly did as he was told, downing the entire cup. "Come on. Let's go for a walk." He lifted Sen's arm over his shoulders and stood him up. He made their way toward the beach, hoping the cool breeze that was always blowing across the water would help.

There was a lightning flash, and he sighed, hoping that the rain wouldn't start. It was warm and as they came to the beach, he could see two others sitting on the beach together. Another flash. He could make out a head of short, blonde hair, and he instantly knew who it was. It was Jade, the girl who had unintentionally murdered his best friend. He didn't hate her though; he knew it wasn't entirely her fault. He especially didn't hate her because she had also ended up losing someone that night. He took notice of the boy sitting beside her, and he knew him as well. It seemed that, on this night, the year after the deaths, the four people who had lost someone close to them were unintentionally reuniting.



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A flash of bright light.

A tingling feeling from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.

Then came the booming rumble, that rippled through the earth shaking him to the core.


Declan Mackenzie Wood opened his eyes, something he hadn't done for a year. As the light adjusted, he blinked rapidly, a small groan coming from somewhere... Himself maybe?

He was lying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. For a second he almost thought this was the afterlife, or a surreal dream that was possibly his heaven. He laid there, staring up, waiting for something. God? The Devil? Something?

But nothing happened.

After a couple minutes he realized that he could move, he wiggled his toes and fingers, the feeling almost foreign in a way. He was confused that's for sure. His last real memory being... well dying. He slowly sat up, his mind taking in the surroundings, he was on Liwa, Is this the afterlife? Am I dead? The questions ran threw his mind. He got up, shakily, it was almost as if he was an infant taking his first steps. As he managed to stand still he noticed he was lying right next to the island's surfboard shop, it looked closed, It must be early... But was there even anyone else in this supposed Afterlife?

He slowly shuffled to the window of the shop, peering in to see if anyone was there, maybe to explain to him, what in the hell was happening. It took him a second to realize the reflection staring back at him wasn't, well... Him. W- What? The shock of it made him stumble back a bit, as he blinked thinking maybe he was hallucinating.

He slowly reached a hand up to touch the strangers, his face. The person staring back at him, had an angular jaw, bright green and blue eyes, close-cropped dirty blonde hair, hell, he could even tell he was taller and more muscular. He was wearing the same outfit the night of the crash, a simple cotton grey shirt and pants, except he was oddly barefoot and the clothes weren't ripped and soaked in his blood. Oh god, he felt sick. He couldn't stand to look at the person staring back and bent over, emptying whatever content was left in his stomach.

Everything was too overwhelming.

When he recovered he stepped back and looked around, a gut wrenching sensation tearing at him as he laid eyes on the sandy trail leading down to the beach. A simple thought bloomed in his head, Aeshan... Kit, the thought of his friend clouded his mind. Is he alive? Dead? Even here? Where ever the hell I am... The urge of his friend was almost like a magnetic pull, he just was being drawn to the beach. Maybe this was some sign? Good or Bad he wasn't sure.

Blindly, he slowly started to shuffle down the sandy path, almost like the Walking Dead. The sand was hot against his feet, but he was almost to numb to feel it, or anything in the matter. He finally stumbled out onto the sand, the waves slowly lapping against the shore. He watched them for a moment, small tears forming in his eyes. Is this my punishment? Forced to stay in this spot forever? Forced to remember the awful terms and emotions I left him on?

Then the tears finally came and he collapsed in the sand, his salty tears mixing with the oceans own.

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Image"It's a nice night. Just wish it wasn't this night." Hearing the voice made Aeshan jump. Why is someone at my spot of the beach? Was the first thing that came into mind. Of course the beach was big and people stumbled upon this spot sometimes, and on this night that seemed to be the case. For the most part no one ever came here but Aeshan, he wasn't upset though, just shocked.

"Yeah," he responded, "this night." This night wasn't something Aeshan wanted to deal with, but he could, it was like almost every other night, almost.

"I hope you're taking everything well tonight, Jade." Looking up at her he smiled warmly, trying to make her feel as invited as possible. He hoped she wasn't sad, he hoped the feelings of that night weren't flooding over her, but he didn't know. He knew most people on the island didn't take it so well, a lot of people changed, some families even moved off the island. Aeshan though stayed sane, not all that much at first, but now he was sane. When the accident first occurred he spent extra time in the hospital, he refused to drink or eat, he couldn't. Now he could of course.

Behind Jade he saw two others approaching, Jonathan he thought was one of the two figures names. Instead of speaking he just raised his hand into the air and waved lazily in their direction. He was trying his best to be polite, but damn he couldn't figure out how three people had managed to find his spot on the beach. At this point he was getting slightly frustrated, but he didn't let it show. He knew this night was painful for most, so people taking a soothing walk on the beach made more than enough sense to him, he just wasn't sure how much he wanted to deal with it. Regardless of how he felt he just smiled through it. Aeshan just wanted to be polite.

Using his right hand he pulled his glasses from his face, wiped them off on his shirt, and then placed them back onto his face. His glasses were beginning to fog up from the salty ocean mist. He chuckled to himself, thinking about how pointless it was that he even put his glasses back on. He didn't even need them anymore, he hadn't needed them in such a long time, years in fact. The way they framed his face he had always enjoyed, he thought they made him look smarter. He was smart, but he felt like his glasses just made that fact stand out more.

Something moving caught the attention of Aeshan. Looking down the beach he watched a figure fall into the water, or at least he thought he saw that. "Did anyone else see that," he questioned. Jumping swiftly to his feet he jogged over to the person he had seen.

"Are you okay, dude?" Crouching down he looked at the person in the water.

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"I am the wisest man alive ... For I know one thing - and that is that I know nothing. Socrates."




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May 24th, 2016 || 12:02 AM || Orion's Falls





My father always told me that I should expect the unexpected and dream a better dream. My mother, on the other hand, always told me to remain rational and composed, and to never allow my dreams to cross into reality, because in all likelihood, my dreams would never come true.

I, however, had my own mantra. What it is, I'm choosing not to disclose at this current moment in time. I have to retain a bit of my mystery, now don't I?


Blinking up at the clear night sky above, Violet lay still for a few moments, reveling over the fact that she was somehow 'alive' again.

Was I ever truly gone? Or were my last few minutes just a dream? It seems as though I'm still on Liwa, but ...

Sitting up slowly, she propped her hands behind her so as to help hold up her weight. When she skimmed her surroundings, the ringing that had been a constant in her ears since awakening finally dimmed enough for a loud, thundering sound to enter her senses. Taking in the immediate area, she noticed the familiarity of the appearance, scent, and noises.

"But ... How did I get to Orion's Falls ...?"

Firmly pressing her eyelids together, she concentrated on recalling any recent events, but only resulted in giving herself a piercing headache.

When it had finally subsided enough for her to think again, she mulled over the fact that the last memory in her mind was that of her death.

There was no way that that could have been a dream.

Finally, with a small groan of irritation and confusion, she pushed herself to her feet and wiped some of the dampness from the bottom of her plaid pajama bottoms.

"Well, sitting here with a stupid look on my face isn't going to accomplish anything. Might as well start walking," she sighed out.

The climb down from the top of the falls was difficult to say the least, and by the time she had reached the bottom, her entire body was trembling from exertion. Her arms felt like limp noodles at her sides, dangling with her scraped palms pounding by her hips. Approaching the banks of the small pond that trickled into a tiny river that broke through the trees and into the ocean, she shoved her hands into the sparkling, clear water, sighing at the relief it gave her checkered skin.

It was only when she went to dry her hands on her pants a few moments later that she really looked into that clear, light blue water.

Letting out a squeal, she fell back and landed roughly on her bottom, undoubtedly bruising her tailbone in the process. There was an odd swishing sound thundering in her ears, and she could feel her heart hammering heavily in her chest.

The reflection that she had seen had not been the one that she had woken up to every day for the past seventeen years.

Gone were her darkened blonde locks and bright hazel-green eyes. In replacement was a complete stranger with chiseled cheekbones, long chestnut locks, and intense hazel-brown eyes.

After a few moments she managed to slow her breathing enough so that she would stop seeing stars and slowly approached the water's edge once more.

When Violet moved her hand to touch her face, the hand in the image moved also. She moved her head from side-to-side, and so did the image.

She blinked.

The image blinked.

She stuck her tongue out.

The image stuck it's tongue out.

Splashing at the water, she dropped back on her heels and stared up at the immense sky above her one last time before pushing herself to her feet again.

"Whatever's happening isn't going to be solved while you sit here on your ass," she said to herself, slapping her cheeks in order to work herself up. Dropping her hands, she lifted her chin defiantly and shouted up towards the trees, speaking to no one but everyone. [color=#B40404]"Do you hear me? Whoever you are that's done whatever you've done, I'm not just going to sit on my ass and take it!"

When her calls yielded no answer, she curled her fingers inwards, ignoring the stinging fight that her skin made against her doing so. Squaring her shoulders, she set off to follow the river towards the ocean.

It took only a few minutes to reach the parting in the trees that led to the beach. As she did, her bare and now-dirtied feet met the soft, cool relief of sand instead of the harsh forest floor.

Violet closed her eyes and sighed, tilting her face up towards the sky. Sand squished between her toes, tickling them a bit, and she wriggled them in the soft grains. The cool, refreshing ocean breeze wafted across her face, a soothing comparison to the stifling mugginess of the thick trees, and the scent of the sea made it's way into her nostrils.

This was definitely something that she would have missed had she remained dead.

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There was nothing but a dull chill running through Robyn that faintly reminded her of laying in the snow when she was younger. She could hear nothing or to put it more clearly there was nothing to be heard. All that Robyn knew was dead silence, for a short while that is. Stuck in her own head or what she thought was her head Robyn wondered. Why was everything so quiet? Why was she feeling this chill throughout her body? Was Jade doing okay . . .? And more importantly what the hell was happening to her?

She remembers the headlights, the sudden impact and just laying there on the cold wet pavement for a couple of seconds, feeling the warm blood slowly run down her face before . . . nothing. She knew she was dead but what was next? There had been nothing but silence for what seemed to be forever but now this sudden chill was upon her. Robyn felt different like she was not herself but at the same time she was. It was a confusing feeling that was cut short when a sudden roar rang in her ears. For the first time and then again not her eyes shot open and her body suddenly jerked up causing her to sit up and her first breath was inhaled.

It was like taking your first breath when you come up from water and the salty sea air was all too familiar to her. Her breaths were deep and frantic but after a few seconds it had calmed into a light pant. "Where?" she muttered before her hands shot to her head, searching and expecting to feel the warmth and wetness of her blood but nothing. Knowing now that she wasn't bleeding Robyn's eyes looked up only to be temporarily blinded by a dull shining light that came from a lamp. One of her hands rose in order to shield the light from her eyes while the other softly gripped the damp grass beneath her. Her eyes looked around and it only took one look at the weathered bench not too far from her to know exactly where she was.

Robyn was at the park, the same park where her and Jade use to spend a lot of their time together talking. Suddenly a memory popped in her head, one of her and Jade sitting on the bench but not the way you regularly would. They were sitting in a manner that their feet were the ones to be on the bench while their bums sat upon the backrest, both holding coffee's in their hands laughing at silly jokes they said to each other. She smiled a little, just a little because that's all she could muster without choking up.

Another breeze of that sweet salty sea air she missed so much rolled by and she breathed in deep. Now that she thought about it her whole back was damp and wet, the cause of the chill she was feeling. She pushed herself off of the ground only to stumble forward but catch herself before she fell. That's when a sudden flash of light illuminated the whole sky for a split second followed by a loud roar of thunder causing Robyn to relive the accident for a second time all in her head and her legs gave in like a baby doe learning how to walk. She fell to her knees with shaking hands clenched over her ears and she lost it a little letting out a frightened squeak. A couple of tears fell down her face and she mentally cursed herself for being frightened of thunder. Something she use to love hearing while falling asleep at night was now rendering her into a shaking pile on the ground.

After a minute of no thunder Robyn relaxed herself and pulled herself together. Levante-se, Levante-se! Robyn mentally said to herself as she tried standing once more with her still wobbly legs up. Once she was up and had made it to the bench that's when it happened. The third breeze to roll by blew her hair into her face and she tucked back a lock oo the fiery stuff behind her left ear then froze. Her hair was never this long nor copper. She suddenly grabbed the ends of her hair and stared down at the beautiful color. Robyn had to admit it was a beautiful color but this wasn't her. A bit freaked out she wiped away the last of her tears that had already reached the bottom of her chin and took off out of the park. She needed something, somewhere in order to look at herself but while running she began noticing the body reflecting in the store windows. This totally made her come to a stop and take a few steps back in order to stand in front of the store once more.

Her eyes landed on a body that wasn't hers. She looked it up and down from the bright copper hair down to her bare feet. Was this some kind of sick dream that she couldn't wake up from or was this really happening? Like a child would do Robyn pinched her thigh only to feel the pain. "Ouch!" she whispered rather surprised. Her arm stretched out and gently touched the reflection of her new face. The glass was cold, very cold and that's all she could think about for the next minute or so as she was easily distracted like this. When she snapped out of it her bright green eyes met her own in the reflection only to notice that she was crying again with fresh tear marks going down her face. After finally accepting that the face in the window was indeed hers Robyn turned away and began walking towards the beach sniffling and jumping every time thunder and lighting rippled through the sky.

Bare feet that were once traveling on cold pavement finally met the warmth of the sand and the crashing waves were in view. Robyn slowly walked closer and closer to the waves kicking up a bit of sand as she did, her eyes trained on ground watching the grains fly a few inches off the ground before kissing it again. She stopped right where the waves washed over her feet and no more. The cool ocean water seemed to relax her a little, at least in between the thunder and lighting. Robyn just stood there with arms wrapped around herself since she was a little cold and just stared at the raging waves.

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Character Portrait: Aeshan Zoran Kit
Character Portrait: Jade Lily Scott
Character Portrait: Jonathan Adam O'Reilly
Character Portrait: Violet Runa

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Character Portrait: Violet Runa
Violet Runa

"It's okay to feel weak sometimes. It's okay to be afraid. The important thing is that we face our fears. That's...that's what makes us strong." {Major WIP}

Character Portrait: Jonathan Adam O'Reilly
Jonathan Adam O'Reilly

"I can't help but feel what others feel, which makes it difficult to be with him, but he's worth it..."

Character Portrait: Jade Lily Scott
Jade Lily Scott

"When everybody sees you as perfect, they'll find any little thing to pull you down, even your own happiness."

Character Portrait: Aeshan Zoran Kit
Aeshan Zoran Kit

"I like my coffee how I like my men: sweet and blond."

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Character Portrait: Violet Runa
Violet Runa

"It's okay to feel weak sometimes. It's okay to be afraid. The important thing is that we face our fears. That's...that's what makes us strong." {Major WIP}

Character Portrait: Jade Lily Scott
Jade Lily Scott

"When everybody sees you as perfect, they'll find any little thing to pull you down, even your own happiness."

Character Portrait: Aeshan Zoran Kit
Aeshan Zoran Kit

"I like my coffee how I like my men: sweet and blond."

Character Portrait: Jonathan Adam O'Reilly
Jonathan Adam O'Reilly

"I can't help but feel what others feel, which makes it difficult to be with him, but he's worth it..."

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Character Portrait: Jonathan Adam O'Reilly
Jonathan Adam O'Reilly

"I can't help but feel what others feel, which makes it difficult to be with him, but he's worth it..."

Character Portrait: Jade Lily Scott
Jade Lily Scott

"When everybody sees you as perfect, they'll find any little thing to pull you down, even your own happiness."

Character Portrait: Violet Runa
Violet Runa

"It's okay to feel weak sometimes. It's okay to be afraid. The important thing is that we face our fears. That's...that's what makes us strong." {Major WIP}

Character Portrait: Aeshan Zoran Kit
Aeshan Zoran Kit

"I like my coffee how I like my men: sweet and blond."


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Mine is towards the middle of the beach, probably close to the group but not close enough to notice them.

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Ok then. Where is everyone else's character located?

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Mine is at the beach but not at the exact same location. She's near the edge of the beach where the beach meets the forest.

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Who's all at the beach?? It seems that most of the characters are there, I think I'm just going to post to try to tie everyone together. I've been waiting for Solar and Tink, but it's been days. Im assuming they've gotten busy.

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And how are we supposed to do that when no ones posting?

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Ok. So in order for this to survive I'm thinking we get all of our characters in one place so they can interact with each other.

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Nuuuu I don't want it to die!!!

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I'm waiting for solar to message me back and for tink to post T.T I didn't want this to die!!!

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When an RP dies immediately after it starts

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I'm sorry for the long wait everyone! Solar and I are currently working on a collab post.

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Waiting for people to post after a week be like

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I apologize for being a little absent; I had some family stuff come up this past week and have been pretty depressed because of it. I will do my best to post this weekend.

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Yeah I've been waiting for people to post, I know for a lot of people it's finals week. If no one post by tomorrow I'll make another post to keep it going.

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So ... Are we going to be seeing any posts at any points in time from anyone? #3DaysNow

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@Ouija you're character can go anywhere you wish!

@Kura do whatever works best for you c:

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I'm about halfway done (I have yet to submit anything that I've finished, and I've been back and forth between working on Violet's CS and doing other stuff at home). I'm going to write my first post so as not to get behind and then I'll continue.

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Quick question before I write a post but are we all going to meet up at the beach? Is that the plan here or can our dead *respawn* anywhere they wish on the island?

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Don't worry girl, I understand the pain haha.

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Sorry guys, I work about 40 hours between Friday, Saturday, and Sunday so I've been unable to finish Violet. I'm going to finish her now though!

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I apologize in advance for the text wall. :D
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