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Rocco Hughes

"Well. Looks like we've wandered into an episode of Lost."

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a character in “The Middle”, originally authored by wednesdaysun, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{ Name }
Cormack Iain Hughes


{ Nickname }
Rocco


{ Age }
Twenty-eight


{ Gender }
Male


{ Sexuality }
Whatever works.


{ Hometown }
Hackney, London, England


{ Role }
(Original Male Character, New Group)





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{ History }

Rocco was raised primarily by a single mother in a council estate. Bright, educated young woman as she was, she went on to make her fair share of life-changing mistakes, including being in a tumultuous, illicit relationship with a man more than ten years her senior, even going so far as to quit a satisfying job for him, then leaving and regretting all decisions made in the haze of 'love' upon finding out about his marriage. Despite all that, she kept her chin up, resolved not to tell her son, the product of that relationship, anything about that past, and attempted to earn her way back to the top. She braced for the difficulty of it. Their teetering in and out of poverty marked his earlier years. As such, the living was frugal. Anything they didn't need they sold—and in good condition, no less. The flat they stayed in was spartan. Despite how bleak things seemed to be, however, his mother had tried her best to make sure that there was at least a bit of sunshine streaming through into their lives, saving up for the signs he had a childhood in his bedroom such as all childhood books she'd read to him early on down to the few action figures that sat atop one of his shelves. She was a best friend and mentor to him, being one of the greatest reasons for his excelling in school. She was all his world—or all of the good of it, anyway. Twelve, however, was the onset of his realisation that the world was so much bigger.

He had found out about his father's family the day his elder half-sister, also the family's solicitor, came to tell them about a man's will, and that they'd been included in it. He remembered his mother's breakdown during the reading, especially following the receiving of a bundle of unsent love letters. He remembered the anger at both his parents: his father for not having made himself known when he knew all this time that he had been born; his mother for not telling him the whole truth. He packed thirty pounds he'd managed to save up and as many clothes as he could fit in his backpack and ran away. He was found two days later at the edge of Islington, sobbing in an alley with his backpack missing and part of his shirt torn off, having had a run-in with 'the wrong sort', as the policeman had described to his mother. Following the incident, he refused to speak for a week, having to be excused from school as he couldn't bear to go out of his room, much less the flat. He eventually came out of his shell, willing himself to carry on. Both his mother and half-sister noted that he simply wasn't the same after the ordeal; he had become more guarded in his interactions, and more nervy. Time healed some of the wounds, though arguably it only served to seal off past traumas associated with them.

He got acquainted, and eventually got on, with his father's legitimate family despite the obvious hurt both parties harboured towards each other. He learnt that his wife had died—in fact, he outlived her—and that they were only forced to marry for political reasons. That didn't put him any more at ease at his abandonment of them but at least it had answered quite a few questions he had meant to ask.

After his GCSEs, he decided to take a leap and move in with a cousin residing in the US in Portland. He paid his way through community college, aiming for an associate's degree in anthropology, doing odd jobs and eventually finding work at the lowest rung of his paternal aunt's company. Seeing his potential, his aunt funded his eventual matriculation to Portland State. He immersed himself in the local music scene, where he would eventually find himself a family away from home (and a couple of gigs here and there).


{ Last Moments }

He had very recently bought a smallish but decent house for his mother to live in. He was busy repainting the exteriors of the back of it when the ladder moved as he reached for a spot he'd missed. The way the ladder swung slightly back into place caused him to lose balance and topple over, cracking his skull on one of the stones surrounding the flower bed.





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{ Positive traits }
Keen, eager to learn, go-getter, generous especially to those who need it most, playful


{ Negative traits }
Guarded, suspicious, given to moods and overthinking, pushy when things are moving far too slow for the situation


{ Personality }
Rocco enjoys working with people—even the nasty ones—and is one to encourage others to take up challenges, going so far as to play the devil's advocate, wanting others to see that there's more to life than just sitting around waiting for the sun to rise and set. He's always been more of the immersive type, wanting to talk to people and learn about their experiences and how far they've come. He finds people who've gone through different pains interesting and takes his time to get to know more about them to hopefully find common ground and establish something from there. He loves to surround himself with people that will remind him of home and give him a sort of semblance of family, owing to the fact that most of his early years were spent with just him and his mother.

Ironically, Rocco finds it difficult to divulge things about himself, wary of the other disappointing him and of the certain vulnerability baring oneself to another can bring. At times, he finds others baring their deepest emotions to him difficult and uncomfortable, especially with the pulling away and picking up after oneself.

Catch him alone and you'll find him polishing the emotional suit of armour he keeps on when other people are around. Rub it in and he'll have you at sword's point. It's difficult to get through to him the second the cracks start showing and one knows he's definitely not all right, but one should have patience and dig deep enough for him to let them in. He admires the patience and effort that takes, and there isn't a time after he's been helped out of that sort of darkness that he hasn't thanked the one responsible for doing so. His mother and his best friend/ex-girlfriend, among others, could attest to that fact. Every day as thanks and a daily reminder that someone cares for him, he actively attempts to improve himself and rid himself of the behaviour that his past trauma caused—at their 'prodding', he calls it when he's in a particularly grumbly mood.



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☼ Performing on open mic nights
☼ Italian food
☼ Collaborating on projects with great people
☼ Losing himself in great music
The Walking Dead
☼ Archery, or anything that involves having to shoot a target
☼ Football ("Real football, blud.")
☼ Walking
☼ Helping out
☁ Arguments
☁ Shady-looking vagrants
☁ Ingrates (and general ungratefulness)
☁ The same prissy aunt who paid for his university education
☁ Being touched when he isn't in the mood
☁ Unnaturally organised people
☁ Wastefulness
☁ Ostentatiousness




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{ Figure }
He has a stocky, relatively muscular build at 153 lbs, and stands at 5'8".

{ Hair Color }
Dark brown.

{ Eye Color }
A pale bluish-grey.

{ Other }
He wears a simple gold ring that had belonged to his father on his right little finger.

So begins...

Rocco Hughes's Story

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Rocco Hughes Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Chris Larkin Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Ronnie Brewer Character Portrait: Donald Alec Banks
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Emery chuckled half heartedly at Cassidy's joke. He took another bite of banana before the calm morning was interrupted. The first person to emerge was a brunette woman screaming her face off. Emery wasn't totally prepared for the slew of people arriving today, let alone such loud and panicked one. Though his experience was a bit different than most, he remembered the anxiety that he felt when he emerged from the swimming hole. It was terrifying and confusing. However, he was also completely alone. There are no one to greet him and certainly no one to give him a towel. All he had was a sort of vague vision that explained what The Middle was. He understood what the woman was feeling he supposed, it was a lot of swallow.

His dark brown eyes caught the disgusted glance from Cassidy. His gut dropped. Great, now they were supposed to deal with a psycho. He swallowed his last bit of banana before watching as another came up, a younger male. Soon Oliver was there too, then Sam, and Donald. Everything was moving exponentially. They were appearing so quickly that Emery didn't have the chance to comfort each person individually. He let out a huff of air. He would have to do a blanket speech, trying to explain everything and keep a mob of people under control was going to be a challenge. From the corner of his eye he saw one girl had come from the jungle. He turned and watched her as she carried her trunk. He blinked. That wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to come from the swimming hole and her trunk was supposed to be in her hut. Everything was getting jumbled.

Emery lost himself in his thoughts, he was having trouble understanding why so many people had to come at once. He was also trying to wrap his head around the jungle girl. Then his train of thought ws interrupted by another woman who had appeared. She was beautiful, in the strong brooding kind of way. She called him Pretty Boy. A flick of annoyance hit him in the face. The nickname caught on for a moment as Cassidy called him the same. He made a face at her. He was conflicted with irritation from the pet name, and the fact that she had called him a pet name at all. Emery let out a silent, aggressive sigh. He would need the whole camp here to get these newcomers to cooperate.

Emery didn't even get to finish her banana. He counted heads quickly. There was still one missing. It was better to get the speech over with, and then explain it one more time for the lagger. Emery stood after Cassidy dismissed herself and took it upon himself to stand tall a top the large rock. From this spot he was high above the others and actually kind of looked like someone of importance. He always tried to think of the best way to get down the dry facts of the island but also provide support and comfort for the newcomers. The whole situation was a little bit different though.

Emery lifted his hand as he said "Everyone, please!" He waited for the chaos to simmer down a bit before continuing. He then put on his big boy voice, "I know things are very confusing right now but I need you all to remain silent and listen." Emery took another pause to wait for everyone to be quiet. When the moment was right he started.

"This is The Middle." He motioned around the island as he spoke, "This is your second chance." Though this wasn't the whole truth, it was always a nice way to start the speech. The second chance was supposed to be to live again, but Emery and the majority of the camp saw this new home as their saving grace. These newcomers seemed more distraught than usual.

"Here you will live and learn to forget." Emery furrowed his eye brows, here was the hard part. No matter what, it was hard for people to remember or admit that they had killed themselves. Most people were just angry that they were still alive. It wasn't fair, if you wanted to end your life you should be able to, right? That's why The Middle was such a mysterious place. You didn't have a choice, you were taking your pre-second chance no matter what.

"Please, close your eyes and try to remember where you were last. For some this will be easy, for others it might prove difficult." Emery wrapped his hands together as he continued "Whether you remember it or not," He cleared his throat, "You've killed yourself."

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Rocco Hughes Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Chris Larkin Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Ronnie Brewer Character Portrait: Donald Alec Banks
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If this was a dream, it surely was a strange one. More people were showing up and he didn't recognize a single one of them. Another girl got out of the water and helped the upset mother to dry land. A guy approached them with towels and although drying off definitely seemed ideal, Charlie wasn't going to take the only towel for himself when there were girls there. The attractive blonde had left her seated position on one of the rocks and was walking towards a boy who appeared to be around his age. There was a brunette with a trunk who looked just as lost as he felt, and then another male got out of the water and walked towards her. Another brunette appeared a moment later, who approached him swiftly. She was definitely a pretty girl and her assertiveness was appealing, and had he only been focused on her flirty tone, he would have missed what she said. "Kill myself? What? No..." his voice trailed off as a deeper voice called the group's attention to him.

Charlie was struggling to take everything in, especially after the girl next to him had just accused him of killing himself. Never in his life would he have ever even considered suicide. When it came to mental illnesses, Charlie was as ignorant as they came and he was the type of person who associated suicide with maniacs. He wasn't one of those people. Everything was going well in his life and he was supposed to be alive. However, the guy who was speaking seemed to believe that he and the others had killed themselves, too. That was impossible, but Charlie didn't know what to say or do. This was beginning to feel like more of a nightmare than a dream and Charlie just wanted out. "What the fuck is going on here? I didn't kill myself and I sure as hell don't want to be living with a bunch of lunatics who did." His tone was angry but hushed as he addressed the girl who had approached him earlier. She seemed normal. He hoped that she could give him a more direct answer. Something better than the idea that they were living in some "second chance" world.

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Rocco Hughes Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Ronnie Brewer
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Oliver watched warily as Sam appeared and immediately made a beeline for the new arrival who appeared to be around their age. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at Sam's ridicules way of flirting. The girl had always managed to irritate Oliver, and he felt bad for the poor guy Sam had set her eyes on.

Sighing, Oliver turned his head away only to make eye-contact with a girl coming out of the jungle. She seemed to be the same age as himself, and he noticed how she was soaked. 'What was she doing in the jungle?' Oliver thought curiously as his brows knit together. It took a moment for the boy to realize that he'd been staring at her for longer then seemed appropriate. Flushing, he quickly turned away and stared down at his shoes. Seeing another pair of feet join his, Oliver looked up to see Cassidy standing in front of him.

"I don't even know their names and I can already say that I don't plan on befriending any of them- especially the loud one," Cass said with a friendly smile. Oliver couldn't help but chuckle at this, "I don't know... I think you guys would get along great!" He said sarcastically as he tried to imagine the screaming girl and the blonde standing in front of him having a civil conversation.

Oliver looked over Cassidy's shoulder and grimaced, "I think the newbies have already tripled..." He looked down at the ground as he shuffled his feet. Oliver stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he looked back up at Cass. "You don't think she... Killed her kid do you...?" Oliver asked, nodding his head in the previously screaming girl's direction. Oliver knew it was something that happened everyday, but the idea of someone like that staying on the island with them was a little unnerving.

Oliver's attention was directed to Emery as he began to give the new arrivals the great (or terrible...) news. He could still remember when Oliver himself was in their position. Yet unlike them, Oliver had remembered killing himself. The only thing he couldn't figure out was why he was still breathing, in fact, it he was still wondering why. Oliver was brought back to reality at the angry cry of the guy Sam had been flirting with earlier. "What the fuck is going on here? I didn't kill myself and I sure as hell don't want to be living with a bunch of lunatics who did."

Oliver couldn't help but scoff, "Well that wasn't very nice..." He muttered as one of the other new arrivals tried to calm him down. Oliver took back what he'd said earlier. The newbie and Sam deserved each other. Oliver just shook his head warily as he looked once more at Cassidy, "I think I'll now have to agree with your previous statement."

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The boy leaning against the palm tree met eyes with Ronnie until he looked away almost simultaneously as she did the same, slightly embarrassed. She watched as a guy came and offered her his jacket. Hesitantly, she took it and smiled genuinely as a 'thanks' before attempting to put her arms through its sleeves with the trunk's weight in her hands. A minute passed. Two. And she stood there watching as everyone fell into an erupt conversation, most of which had contemplated at there unusual existence on the island when someone had suddenly stepped beside her causing her to jump.

A boy she hadn't noticed before, but by the sight of his drenched clothes she noticed that he was what she suspected, a newcomer as well. She looked up at him, and had met his eyes. Those eyes, his eyes, were a slate mixture of grey and blue. His brown hair appeared black as it slicked across his forehead. He was attractive in a stocky type of way, and felt a pang of disgust as she thought of it. Though he looked rather young, the guy couldn't have been no more than ten years older than she was.

To her surprise, he reached a hand out to take the trunk from her hands. "Looks heavy," he said as the corner of his mouth began curling up into a smile. "You don't mind, do you?" Ronnie opened her mouth to respond when another man hopped onto a boulder,"Everyone, please!" he shouted, his voice booming over others as he raised a hand to hush those talking. "I know things are very confusing right now but I need you all to remain silent and listen." Then, it was silent. Ronnie imagined someone dropping a pin to the floor letting the noise echo about the island. "This is The Middle," His arms wavered."This is your second chance. Here you will live and learn to forget.." There was a long pause that left Ronnie urging for what he was about to say. "Please, close your eyes and try to remember where you were last. For some this will be easy, for others it might prove difficult. Whether you remember it or not," He cleared his throat, "You've killed yourself."

Ronnie instantly felt the weight of the world fall at her shoulders. 'Killed myself..? I killed myself?' The thought of suicide left a tight feeling at her chest. Surely, she hadn't killed herself because why would she? Her life was filled with nothing, but promises, happiness, and pure triumph. There had to be other reasonable explanations of her...death, but she couldn't take it up to remember her last moments. It seemed like a blur then.

"Oi! Wait a bloody moment there. That's a bit presumptuous, innit? Telling us that we'd killed ourselves?" She was surprised and a little happy to see the guy still standing beside her taking the trunk from her hands at the same time he jerked a finger over to a young women wailing in the arm of another. "That young miss over there's been crying for her kid. You know what worry is, right? D'you think any loving mother would leave her child be? Or are you too busy looking at us like we're fresh meat?"

Ronnie didn't respond. Her eyes stared at the wailing women, and wanted nothing more than to run over to her and drape an comforting arm across her shoulder. She hated seeing people cry; ranked number one of her list of weaknesses.

"What the fuck is going on here? I didn't kill myself and I sure as hell don't want to be living with a bunch of lunatics who did." Another boy cursed, causing Ronnie's eyes to enlarge. This one had been younger than the young man beside Ronnie, but not nearly as attractive.

"You're going to want to retract that statement, mate," she felt the boy beside her cringe a little "After all, this is where they end up. I wouldn't be surprised if they had you on a spit moments later for spouting such vitriol." At that, Ronnie laughed something she hadn't did since she arrived on this island and felt a flush of embarrassment when she let out a snort. Clearing her throat, softly nudged the guy with her elbow. "Full of jokes aren't ya'? You'd think someone that have just coughed up from that bloody whirlpool would be a tad bit more..I dunno reserved..?" Smiling, she pushed a curly strand behind her ear in one quick motion. Thanks to the water she'd just came out from, her hair became even wilder than before. Light shades of brown highlights stuck up in all directions. "Anyhow, I was speculating. Not gawking. And I don't think she just 'left' or did anything else barbarous to the poor kid. At least I sure hope she hadn't.." She wrinkled her nose as she stared back at the young women.

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Rocco Hughes Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Chris Larkin Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Clark Ford Character Portrait: Ronnie Brewer Character Portrait: Elizabeth Frey Character Portrait: Donald Alec Banks
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Samantha was surprised when the boy reacted so surprised and angry when she referenced him killing himself and then when Emery said it again. Her conceited nature couldn't grasp why he wasn't giving her his attention and was lashing out on something that was so meaningless now. Although it was wrong to rate everyone's situations, when it came down to it, Sam probably had the least amount of justifiable reasons to have killed herself. She was eighteen years old and hadn't even finished high school yet. She had an entire life ahead of her but a silly breakup combined with drugs, alcohol and her need to make a scene resulted in the thoughtless move. She was just as emotional when she arrived in The Middle but she had gotten over it fairly quickly. Ford helped with that, a lot, and Sam felt like she would give an even better first-night welcome to this boy than he did to her.

However, she did not appreciate the attitude, especially when he basically called her and the others lunatics. Had he not bunched her into that group, she probably would have agreed that most of them were lunatics, but he didn't know any of them enough to decide that himself. Even though she wasn't keen on his harsh statement, Sam was still going to go for him. She had a tendency to go after the jerk type of guys on Earth and it wasn't going to stop her now, especially when there were no better options. "Oh my God, calm down. Those two are like the only lunatics here," she said to Charlie, nodding her head in Cassidy and Oliver's direction. She spoke quietly but didn't necessarily make an effort to speak quietly enough where she was sure the two wouldn't hear her. She and Cassidy had never gotten along and she didn't like Oliver much more, so she didn't mind giving Charlie a bad first impression of them. When Effy walked over and took a seat on a rock near her, she couldn't help but to comment to Charlie about her as well. "And her. She's crazy too, but everyone else is normal." For the most part, Sam got along with Effy, but she wanted to make sure that Charlie wasn't going to take interest in her or Cassidy.

The boy holding one of the girls' trunks made a comment to Charlie but between his English accent and the vocabulary he was using, it might as well have been a foreign language to Sam. She definitely thought that the accent was attractive but wished that he was a few years younger looking. She had went for older men before, but this guy appeared to be ten years her senior and that was probably pushing it. He seemed to be nice enough though, and definitely less volatile than Charlie. As she scanned the rest of the surroundings, she considered approaching Effy and striking up conversation to determine whether she was going to be in a good mood or not, when she caught Cassidy and Oliver looking in her direction. What could have just been a curious glance was instantly taken as a judgmental glare by Sam. "Oliver, you should be a gentleman and do..." she paused, searching for something to complain about, before giving up and finishing the sentence with, "something instead of just standing there uselessly." Donald was helping people with towels and the new boy was helping the girl with her trunk. Besides emotional comfort, there didn't seem to be anything else to do besides show them their huts, and that seemed like it fell under Emery's role. Still, she wasn't going to let them stand there and judge her. Besides, there was never too much drama in Sam's world.

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Rocco Hughes Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Chris Larkin Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Clark Ford Character Portrait: Ronnie Brewer Character Portrait: Elizabeth Frey Character Portrait: Donald Alec Banks
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To say Macie was confused was a giant understatement. First she had pieced together that she died, then a man with an authoritative air began to talk about how they had all killed themselves.

Macie blinked then shook her head.

'T-That's impossible...I wouldn't do that...at least not now.' It was true when Finny had left her she seriously considered taking that final plunge, but she would end up killing her child upon doing so.

Slightly more vigorous she shook her head again. 'I...I did die. I remember that. I was taking my daughter to her daycare and a...a driver was going the wrong way...' Her voice was starting to get shaky and tears pooled at the edge of her eyes.

'They were obviously d-drunk. Who else would d-drive head on in...into traffic like that?' A few gasping breathes were heard before she continued. 'I-I knew I couldn't move so...so I wanted the last thing I see t-to be my daughter!' By now Macie was full on crying into her hands.

'B-but she's alive...right? Cause she's not here with us?' Macie shook her head and took a calming breath. It didn't help much but she did look slightly better although her crying didn't stop. 'No....she's alive. I can't tell...'

Shivering she turned to the man who had appeared after her. 'You shouldn't be so rude to people who killed themselves. You don't know what they had going on. I....I'm sure everyone will understand if we all just...Calm down and let the people who have been here longer speak...'

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Rocco Hughes Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Annalise Lambert Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Elizabeth Frey
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Emery's words were even difficult for Cassidy to hear. She had been in The Middle for what felt like months or longer, but it was still gut-wrenching to be reminded that she had killed herself. It seemed like such an unnatural thing. Your body worked endlessly, day and night, to keep you alive, and to go and just end it didn't seem right, but it was easy to think that now. Coming to The Middle meant that Cassidy could finally live without any burdens forced upon her. She was able to think clearly and rationalize things, and although looking back on it now, there may have been other options besides killing herself, she wouldn't have changed what she did. Still, it was sort of sad to see six new people who had felt just as hopeless as she had. Although she would probably never ask, she wondered what their stories were.

"Sounds like it to me," Cassidy replied to Oliver when he questioned whether she thought the woman had murdered her child. She had already nixed the mother off of her list of possible friends, and the boy that Sam had approached found himself in a similar spot when he cursed about how they were all "lunatics". Another new male, this one looking a bit older, stepped in and spoke to the boy, followed by Sam, who didn't hide her attempt to tarnish her and Oliver's names.

She really didn't care about what Samantha thought of her, and definitely not this new little punk, but Cassidy couldn't resist an opportunity to send a nasty remark Sam's way. She had a plethora of them lined up but before she could speak, Effy appeared and Sam commented to the boy that Effy was also crazy. It brought half a smirk to her face and stopped her from snapping at Sam. Cassidy and Effy didn't get along. That was a well known thing on the island, although even Cassidy wasn't sure what it was that had divided the girls. She hadn't liked Effy's personality from the start, and maybe the fact that Emery seemed to like her even despite how much of a bitch could be bothered Cassidy. She would never admit it, but there was definitely a tinge of jealousy somewhere in there. Even though Cassidy disliked Sam too, she appreciated the days where Sam made it clear that she wasn't even a good friend to Effy, who she apparently called a friend when Effy felt like being sociable.

There was a lot going on at once which made Cassidy want to follow her original plan and leave the area until things calmed down. It was interrupted again, though, when Samantha attempted to criticize Oliver for not helping out like a "gentleman" would do. It fell short, like most of her airhead remarks did, and Cass only rolled her eyes. She would've spoken up to defend Oliver but she knew that he wasn't as silent and passive as he sometimes appeared to be. In fact, his quips were always well-placed and usually fiery enough to get a laugh out of Cassidy. Beside Sam, the mother-girl was going on about some drunk driver and then went on to chastise the young male about his outburst. Cassidy was somewhat confused about the back story she had given but really didn't think into it too much. The girl was probably shocked and coming up with anything she could to make herself feel better for killing herself and her kid. She did agree with what she said to the boy, but just because it was coming from that girl, Cassidy glared in her direction. Anna was enough of a goody two-shoes optimist for them to need another one in the bunch. "The day's only just begun and I've already got a headache," she muttered to Oliver, although her eyes were still focused on the crowd.

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People were getting defensive, and things were spinning out of control. In all honesty, Emery had no idea how the majority of them didn't remember committing suicide. And he left to no room for mistakes. This island wasn't sort of place to make mistakes. He came here for a reason, so did Ford and Cassidy and Effy and everyone else. Though he wasn't utilizing what he was supposed to be on the island, Emery still believed that if he wanted to recover and wanted to return to earth this place could heal him. For heaven sake, it was a tropical island filled with people who understood exactly what it. They knew the feelings that he felt, and they knew the overwhelming emotion that happened just before killing themselves. It was a place of solitude and a safe haven.

Well, a save haven until now. The younger man was aggressive and careless with his words, this set Emery on edge. None of the people who lived on the island were lunatics, they were just a crew of remarkably sad and or guilty people. Before snapping at the comment that Emery wasn't even supposed to hear from the kid, he took a moment to realize what a shock it was. The benefit of the doubt is what Emery would give him. Though Emery already has his assumptions about the boy that Sam was already eating up, he would keep his mouth shut until he knew for sure.

The next slew of comments from a man who looked quite a few years Emery's senior were what really got Emery upset. "That young miss over there's been crying for her kid. You know what worry is, right? D'you think any loving mother would leave her child be? Or are you too busy looking at us like we're fresh meat?" Emery was starting to get tunnel vision, a tinge of red outlined his thoughts.

In his rage Emery stepped down from the rock and approached the man. While gaining ground on him Emery' voice was full of agitation "You think we don't we worry? You think every single one of us doesn't have someone we worry about it!?" By the time he finished these pointed questions he was face to face with the broad man. Emery stood a few inched taller than him, but the man was burly and had a barrel chest. Sure, Emery was quite muscular, and he would put up a good fight, but he wasn't built to fight. Tension was growing in Emery's fists and he was angry now. How could someone just come in here assume just terrible things about them? The people on this island weren't some kind of criminals or any less human for killing themselves. Emery caught the collar of the mans shirt. "You think I didn't fucking worry when I woke up in a hospital two months later and had no idea where my brother or fiancee were, or if they were even alive!?" Emery cocked his arm up, ready to slam him in the face. "You have no idea what it feels like to worry." Emery's mouth was clinched as he said these last words, every syllable being spit out like poison. Then his fist flew down-

Emery took a step forward on the rock, he had completely lost himself in his own thoughts. Words were still being flung around and the newcomers were starting to get upset, and seemed even more confused. From the back of his mind he heard Sam's remark first about Cassidy, and then about Effy. This made Emery mad in the way that made him seem like a tired old fool. Sam was always saying mean things about everyone so he shouldn't take it so personally when she attacked either Cass of Eff. Emery ignored this. He spoke again, this time his tone much more inviting and understanding "I'm sorry, everyone," He slipped his hands into his pockets, "But the sole purpose of this island is to give you a new life. As far as I understand there's no way that you didn't commit suicide. I may be charge around here, but this island is as much of a mystery to me as it is to you."

Emery looked around, thinking it was time to move on. Some of the newcomers were starting to settle down and take it all in. "You each have an assigned hut. The people of the island can help you find yours. Every hut has a chest in it, and depending on what's inside the chest, you'll know if the hut is yours or not." He looked over that the girl who had already had her chest, "Or in your case," He said directly at her, "Your hut won't have a a chest." Emery still wondered how she got on the island.

"If you have any questions feel free to ask me or any of the other residents." Emery clapped his hands together at the end of his speech and took a step down from the rock. He hoped that at least a portion of his words were helpful. But it was hard to tell with so many different personalities and relations happening. He leapt down from the rock and held a hand out to the pretty woman with short brown hair and the woman who was worried sick about her daughter. "Your daughter," he said "I'm sorry that you have to be separated from her..." He remembered the feeling after he was told that both his brother and fiancee died. Emery swallowed a lump in his throat, "But I'm sure she's okay."

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Rocco Hughes Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Chris Larkin Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Ronnie Brewer Character Portrait: Elizabeth Frey Character Portrait: Donald Alec Banks
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Charlie was getting angry, but even if he wanted to do something about it, it wasn't like he could beat the truth out of anyone here. Besides the girls, only the boy standing next to the blonde looked like he would be manageable in a fight, and he was apparently in on whatever was going on, so Charlie was sure the others would step in. He also knew that his anger shouldn't be directed at these people. They really hadn't done anything wrong and what he had said was insensitive, but he didn't know what else to do. It didn't help when the soggy man carrying the trunk and the woman who had been crying about a kid tried to calm him down. He wanted real answers, not some nonsense about how this was a new world. If he was dead, he should be in Heaven. If Charlie was sure of anything right now, it was that the boy standing on top of a rock definitely was not God and that even though this place was nice, it wasn't where he should be if that subway had hit him like he remembered.

The leader figure announced in a kinder tone that essentially, there was nothing that he could do to help them. Although this wasn't what he wanted to hear, Charlie relaxed a bit as well. He felt like there was no other option that to just go with the flow for now. He would go through the process of finding his hut like the man explained and maybe there would be some answer there on what was going on. Charlie couldn't get the last images of the subway tracks out of his mind but even as he began to come to terms with the fact that maybe he really had died, he still didn't understand why he had ended up on this island. Even more so, he was confused on why he was being mistaken for someone who had committed suicide. Not even the pretty girl beside him could hold his attention now. He mindlessly nodded as she spoke to him, not processing her insults towards two other dry people. There was too much going on for him to want to flirt back but part of him felt like maybe she would be a necessary alliance in more ways than just some fun. She did look to be sane and it couldn't hurt befriending someone who knew the ins and outs of the strange place.

As the man who had been speaking to the crowd approached the smaller group and began to converse with them, Charlie turned back to Sam and offered as much of a smile as he could conjure in state. "Would you mind showing me to the huts he was talking about? I'm Charlie, by the way. Charlie Brighton." He hadn't caught anyone's names so far in all of the confusion and although he was still hoping that this was all a dream that he would be waking up from any minute, he figured an introduction would be necessary for the time being.

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Rocco Hughes Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Chris Larkin Character Portrait: Annalise Lambert Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Ronnie Brewer Character Portrait: Elizabeth Frey Character Portrait: Donald Alec Banks
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Donnie endured the slight embarrassment of Annalise pinching his cheeks. "Don't be silly, Donnie! You're much more attractive then me." she said in a joking fashion. As soon as she let go however, he answered with a kind smile as the mother introduced herself.

"I'm Macie O'Connell. Nice to meet you all....even with what's going on." Macie said, looking to each of them with a warm grin While she had a beautiful smile, he couldn't help but think about how she must have felt. Donald didn't have any kids. He didn't even have any younger nieces or nephews, but if he did he couldn't imagine what it must be like to be separated from one of them like that. What he could think of however was the possible ways that she and the others ended up in the Middle. Sure, some people didn't remember offing themselves, but they were never this insulted or, in the case of the guy Sam was helping, insulting about the idea.

Before the writer could speak any further, Macie had already headed towards Cass. What the hell is she thinking? he thought to himself as the other woman who introduced herself as Christina approached Annalise. She quickly leaped at the opportunity to show her around and the two were off. It was then that Donnie looked back to check on Macie, who was by herself as Cass had no doubt walked off and Emery was helping the other two new arrivals. Tying his jacket around his waist, he approached Macie with a confident stride. "I could help you find your hut if you're ready." he said gesturing into the thick jungle near them. "...and don't take what Cassidy said personally. She's not as open as some of us."