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Ronnie Brewer

"I'm dead, but I'm not dead...?"

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a character in “The Middle”, as played by Magical_pineapples

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{"When I performed at ‘Open Mic U.K.’ I had this connection with the audience that I’d never felt before, and I loved it. It was my first big thing, and looking out into the crowd… was just amazing. I fear I may never experience that feeling again.” }
"Don't You Worry Child" || "The Fighter" || "Young Blood" || "No Angel" || "Let Her Go" || "All About You" || "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight" || "Wings" || "Tee Shirt" || "Not About Angels"



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|{ Name }|
Veronica Iswich Brewer.

|{ Nickname }|
Ronnie- Accepted//Birdy- Family and friends only.

|{ Age }|
Eighteen//18.

|{ Gender }|
Female.

|{ Sexuality }|
Heterosexual.

|{ Role }|
The Voice.





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{"Everytime I see your face I notice all the suffering.” }
-Birdy
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|{ Hometown }|
Lymington, United Kingdom.


|{ Ethnicity }|
45%Scottish//50%British//5%Italian


|{ History }|
Veronica's life began at Jane Goodall Orphanage. Even at a young age, she was the kid that no one would play with and thought was really odd, so she didn't have an abundance of friends. Alone, Ronnie was imprisoned by the system. She didn't get adopted until she was six and was soon welcomed into a family of four. Her foster parents, Christina and Steven Brewer, treated her no differently than her two younger step-sisters, Mabel and Bella Brewer. Infact, they treated her as if she really was apart of the family. Her father a plastic surgeon, and her mother a business woman; money for sure wasn't going to be a problem in this loving family. Although, her parents never mentioned nor liked talking about Ronnie's biological parents the only thing they did say was that they were alive out in the streets somewhere. Her childhood consisted of studying hard to ensure that her dream of becoming an author could be achieved. Being an author made sense as her love of books stemmed from late nights as well as the process behind each of her written work relied quite heavily upon those of an author.

A year passed and she actually became a child prodigy. She learned to play the piano at the age of seven, and began writing her own music at the age of eight. By the age of ten, she was given a acoustic guitar and a karaoke machine. As soon as she began singing and strumming the strings of that guitar she knew she just had to become a singer-song writer. She won the music competition Open Mic UK, at the age of 12. She won both the under-18s category and the Grand Prize, against 10,000 other competitors. She performed her own song, called "So Be Free", at the competition in front of 2,000 people. Her début single, a version of Bon Iver's "Skinny Love", was her breakthrough, charting all across Europe and earning platinum certification six times in Australia. Her self-titled début album, Birdy, was released on 7 November 2011 to similar success, peaking at number 1 in Australia, Belgium and the Netherlands. Her second studio album, Fire Within, was released 23 September 2013 in the UK and other surrounding countries. Eventually, she was soon given a full scholarship to Julliard School in New York City, New York, but sadly she had turned them down to fulfill her dream as a singer-song writer with her Manager, Ryan Welsh. Thus, "Birdy" was born. Her stage name comes from the nickname her parents gave her as a baby, because she opened her mouth like a little bird when fed. Her family and friends call her Birdy, while only teachers called her Veronica, her given name.

Ronnie's career was just expanding tremendously throughout the world, until one day a fatal car accident took her life..or did it? However, she knew -and as heart dropping it seems to admit it- it surely took the life of her family, but why not hers?


|{ Last Moments }|
"It was a cold winter morning as my parents drove down Highway 99- the route we'd took hundreds of times to grandma's. The road had some patches of snow, but mostly it was just wet. But it was Idaho. The roads are always wet. Mom used to joke that it was when the road was dry that people ran into trouble. I was crammed in the back with my two younger sisters, and as usual, there was a battle for stereo dominance. Mom wanted NPR. Dad wanted Frank Sinata. Mabel wanted SpongeBob Squarepants. Bella wanted Katy Perry. I wanted the classical- music station, but recognizing that I'm the only classical fan in my family, I was willing to compromise with the little, yellow dude. I leaned my head against the car window, watching as the scenery zipped by, a tableau of dark green fir trees dotted with snow, wispy strands of white fog, and heavy gray storm clouds up above. It was so warm in the car that the windows kept fogging up, and I drew little squiggles in the condensation. When Katy Perry was soon over, we turned to the classical station. I heard the first few bars of Beethoven's Fur Elise, which was the very piece I was supposed to be working on that afternoon. It felt like some kind of cosmic coincidence. I concentrated on the notes, imagining myself playing, feeling grateful for that chance to practice, happy to be in a warm car with my song and my family. I closed my eyes.

You wouldn't expect the radio to work afterward. But it was. The car was eviscerated. The impact of a four-ton pickup truck going sixty miles an hour plowing straight into the passenger side had the force of an atom bomb. It tore off the doors, sent the front-side passenger seat through the driver's-side window. It flipped the chassis, bouncing it across the road and ripped the engine apart as if it were no stronger that a spiderweb. It tossed wheels and hubcaps deep into the forest. It ignited bits of the gas tank, so that now tiny flames lap at the wet road. And there was so much noise. A symphony of grinding, a chorus of popping, and aria of exploding, and finally, the sad clapping of hard metal cutting into soft trees. Then it was quiet, except for this: Beethoven's Fur Elise, still playing. And it all sorta faded out. It was until the next morning I found myself in a pool of water. Which was odd because for a second I thought I was dead, or am I...? There is no way my family could've survived the accident, but I managed. But my question is..why me?"




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{"If I'm weird around you it's because I'm comfortable.” }
-Birdy
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|{ Positive traits }|

Friendly
Ronnie has always been friendly because in her eyes why would anyone want to be otherwise? As her grandmother always reminded her, it is better for others to see her in a positive light as that means you'll always have someone to lean on in a time of crisis. Quite bubbly and outgoing makes her sociable though at times she can be simply quite awkward especially around new people. However as a way to feel comfortable she'll most likely make jokes about her awkwardness to laugh it of, a technique that has worked over the past.

Realistic
This stems of the unromantic side of her but living life with a realistic view will help you. Some may call her a pessimistic which could be true because the way Ronnie thinks is that if you set your expectations low you'll either get pleasantly surprised or you'll just go through without any disappointments. The same goes with goals and ambitions, it's all lovely to have high dreams but achieving them is a completely different matter. Ronnie finds that some people just aren't realistic enough and therefore don't work hard enough.

Hardworking & Reliable
With everything you do you have to put in the greatest amount of effort to achieve that specific task to the best of your ability. Ronnie has always made sure that her own duties were accomplished without any faults and my practicing and hard work she can be better as an individual. This also makes her reliable as people have a tendency to depend on her and although she cannot say no properly, from time to time it makes her happy to be of use.

Intelligent
Ronnie is naturally very intelligent with a high IQ so academically she has always gotten perfect grades, but her hardworking efforts ensure that she'll always be at the top or at least where she wants to be so doesn't really rely on her intelligence as much as most would assume she would. Her love of learning makes her want to do more and her teachers see her much like a sponge being able to absorb information well. From learning languages to writing dissertations Ronnie finds new knowledge enriching and necessary.

Virtuoso

Ronnie is truly a virtuoso at the eye and others notice this at first hand. Wherever she goes either it's the park, or simply just to a cafe she always carry around a pencil and note pad around her whenever she comes up with a lyric to a new song. Singing and song writing isn't her only specialty. She knows how to play the grand piano and acoustic guitar.

|{ Negative traits }|

Unromantic
It's quite funny how Ronnie is unromantic seeing as her those around her would expect her to fall for romance as her mother is such a hopeless romantic. Of course she doesn't have the same view on love like her mother and regardless of what others may think she finds the whole process of love rather annoying and silly. Romantic gestures aren't possible without the individual wanting something back, everyone has such high expectations of love that no wonder divorce is on the rise. Marriage isn't taking seriously and stupid myths like soul mates tend to shape the opinions of individuals to the point that their chasing after love. Love is simply a mess that Ronnie doesn't choose to get into. {Or so she thinks... ;)}

Perfectionist
Perhaps it may be due to her strong resentment to her mother who is anything but one but Ronnie finds that perfection can be achieved if you strongly work hard for it. Her ideas are always out into practice and she will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals to the extreme. This does mean she tends to pick out flaws quite easily no matter how small they may be so this gives her pressure to hide them away or force them out.

Control freak & Dissembler
The idea of having control with everything Ronnie does keeps her somewhat sane. The fact that growing up she had little control over her own life made her feel withdrawn and cold but quickly she became adjusted to ways she could regain control back. From what she eats to having to-do lists is very common as well as making notes on everything in her little book for self reminders. Ronnie firmly believes an individual can change for the better and having control is needed very much for that change. As for the dissembler trait, Ronnie hides her emotions well and finds lying easy and used so often that it doesn't even feel like a lie anymore. Many swallow them with a seconds thought because from her bubbly and friendly appearance no one would realize how sad she is.




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Courteous: Always
Risk-Taking: Rarely
Ambitious: Very
Curious: Usually
Self-Controlled: Very
Nurturing: Sometimes
Trusting: Generally
Honest: Rarely
Loyal: Generally
Affectionate: Rarely
Romantic: Never
Flirty: Never
Sympathetic: Sometimes
Altruistic: Usually
Optimistic: Rarely
Observant: Generally
Logical: Always
Social: Usually outgoing
Emotions: Always controlled





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{"It takes an ocean not to break.” }
-Birdy
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|{Likes}|
SingingPlaying The PianoPlaying the Acoustic GuitarBeethovenHer FamilyLittle KidsLaughterRunningClimbingColder WeatherKnitted SweatersRainThunder & LighteningStargazingNightly WalksLearning LanguagesHonestyOrganization,CleanlinessLight colored eyesPuppiesTravelingIndie MusicClassical MusicStephen KingsReadingGrapesSweetsItalian FoodBeing Alone With ThoughtsOrigamiFlowersAction MoviesClassical Films




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{"Cut all the ropes and let me fall.” }
-Birdy
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HumidityIgnoranceDishonestyEnclosed SpacesBeing UnderestimatedProcrastinationSmall insectsDeep WatersRomantic GenresValentines DayMessBulliesCriticisms & InsultsCold DrinksPartiesAlcoholDrugsCeleryPDAEarly MorningsMint Flavored AnythingSpicy Foods




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{"Darling, you are a work of art.” }
-Birdy
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|{ Height }|
5'5''

|{ Weight }|
120lbs.

|{ Build }|
Slim, slightly curvaceous build.

|{ Hair Color }|
Her natural hair color is a light shade of brown with highlights of even lighter shades of brown throughout her hair.

|{ Hair Type }|
Ronnie's hair is frizzy, or extremely curly if she were to leave it alone for a day or two. To be honest, it gets a little annoying.

|{ Eye Color }|
Blue.

|{ Skin Tone }|
Pale like milk w/ pink rosy cheeks to top it off.

|{ Distinguishable Marks }|
Ronnie has a small amount of scars, mostly due to climbing incidents or when she got scratched badly with twigs when she used to her morning job around the forest near her home back in Italy. However one fairly noticeable one would come from her car accident where she sustained a brain injury and got cut deeply on the corner of her forehead {which is usually covered up by her bangs} that required stitches.




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{"You can't overdose on music.” }
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"Young Blood"
“We're only young and naive still
We require certain skills
The mood it changes like the wind
Hard to control when it begins

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Can't help myself but count the flaws
Claw my way out through these walls
One temporary escape
Feel it start to permeate

We lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

As it withers
Brittle it shakes
Can you whisper
As it crumbles and breaks
As you shiver
Count up all your mistakes
Pair of forgivers
Let go before it's too late
Can you whisper
Can you whisper

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah”





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{"God knows what is hiding in those weaken drunken hearts.” }
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|{Languages Spoken}|
German//Italian//Russian//French//Latin//Belgium

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Ronnie Brewer's Story

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9:15 am

"It was a cold winter morning as my parents drove down Highway 99- the route we'd took hundreds of times to grandma's. The road had some patches of snow, but mostly it was just wet. But it was Idaho. The roads are always wet. Mom used to joke that it was when the road was dry that people ran into trouble. I was crammed in the back with my two younger sisters, and as usual, there was a battle for stereo dominance. Mom wanted NPR. Dad wanted Frank Sinata. Mabel wanted SpongeBob Squarepants. Bella wanted Katy Perry. I wanted the classical- music station, but recognizing that I'm the only classical fan in my family, I was willing to compromise with the little, yellow dude. I leaned my head against the car window, watching as the scenery zipped by, a tableau of dark green fir trees dotted with snow, wispy strands of white fog, and heavy gray storm clouds up above. It was so warm in the car that the windows kept fogging up, and I drew little squiggles in the condensation. When Katy Perry was soon over, we turned to the classical station. I heard the first few bars of Beethoven's Fur Elise, which was the very piece I was supposed to be working on that afternoon. It felt like some kind of cosmic coincidence. I concentrated on the notes, imagining myself playing, feeling grateful for that chance to practice, happy to be in a warm car with my song and my family. I closed my eyes.

You wouldn't expect the radio to work afterward. But it was. The car was eviscerated. The impact of a four-ton pickup truck going sixty miles an hour plowing straight into the passenger side had the force of an atom bomb. It tore off the doors, sent the front-side passenger seat through the driver's-side window. It flipped the chassis, bouncing it across the road and ripped the engine apart as if it were no stronger that a spiderweb. It tossed wheels and hubcaps deep into the forest. It ignited bits of the gas tank, so that now tiny flames lap at the wet road. And there was so much noise. A symphony of grinding, a chorus of popping, and aria of exploding, and finally, the sad clapping of hard metal cutting into soft trees. Then it was quiet, except for this: Beethoven's Fur Elise, still playing. And it all sorta faded out..."



It was dark from beneath the depths of the whirlpool that seemed to have collected Veronica Brewer from the accident in a way that was humanely impossible. She began to blink her eyes open just slightly to redeem her consciousness, until she found herself below surface. It took a minute before she realized what sort of condition she was in when she effortlessly began paddling herself up to the surface where a ray of light reflected itself on the waves. From above, she poked her head out from the water and took in a gasp full of breaths. She always hated swimming. When she her and her family took a trip to the beach, Ronnie always made sure she had a Nicholas Sparks' novel tucked away under her arm pit as a way to keep her sane for the long, boring hours that would be wasted. But then again, she did enjoy building sand castles with her two younger sister, Mabel and Bella, only to have it collapse back to its place.

Ronnie whipped her head in all directions to take in the sight of an island. The island has coconut palms, sandy beaches, and a reef encircling it; ever growing jungle of vines, trees and darkness. The trees making a canopy of the jungle hide what lies underneath. There is no sound of an insect, bird or reptile, no call of a human voice, only the steady rhythmical lap of the whirlpool she was in. The sound of the water makes her shiver with fear for what could be lying in that jungle. With the heat of the sun pounding down on her, she gathers up her courage and lift herself out of the water. Her hair now damp hair slapped at her face, and her wet clothes were unbearably heavy. As she scrambled to her feet, she felt the world sway less and less as if she hadn't used her legs in ages until it finally stilled. Then everything fell silent.

A minute passed. Two. She looked in every direction, but only saw the underbrush of the jungle. "Mom..Dad!" she called out; each word ripped her throat raw. Again, she shouted more loudly, "Mabel!"

Nothing.

"Bella! Someone-Anyone." Her voice broke at the last word. A breeze came rustling the trees, and making Ronnie shiver. Where am I? she thought as she wrapped her arms around herself to absorb heat. She took a few minutes to remember what happened before she was sent on the island; however, as she did so her head began to feel heavy. Ignoring it, she tried again but it only made things worse. The pain throbbed and pulsed in her skull; not a sharp pain like a knife-inflicted wound, but more of a dull pounding with a hammer over...and over...and over again. Her brain felt like it was on overdrive, but at the same time couldn't process properly. Images and ideas and plans and deadlines run through her head, but they're chasing each other round and round. Her mind couldn't catch a single one, but gets pounded with all of them at the same time as they ricochet and slam into the walls of her head.

"Ah!" she screamed as she pressed her hands against the sides of her head until the pain went away. It did. And strangely enough, she felt her fear whisked away like a swarm of gnats caught in the wind, replaced by an intense curiosity. She wanted to know where she was. She shuffled her feet into the sand as her foot thumped onto something hard. She looked down and found an old trunk at her side. She knelled in front of it and raised a hesitating hand out to lift up the trunk until she found that it was filled with a teddy bear, a yearlong supply of Stephen Kings and Nicolas Sparks, and a photo album that resembled the one that she had in her room back at home. She reached inside the trunk and pulled it out. Flipping to the first page, there she found a picture from last Christmas with Mabel and Bella. It had always been her favorite. She loved her sisters more than anything in the world, she treated them as if they were something more, and they were to Ronnie at least. She missed her family and wondered where they where. Wondered if they were okay. Wondered if they were out there somewhere worried about their eldest daughter's sudden disappearance.

A tear began rolling down Ronnie's cheek, and she made no effort to wipe it away. Wherever she was, whoever had brought her here. She wanted to go back.




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She heard noises nearby- voices- and fear squeezed her chest. However, she lifted up the trunk that she instinctively knew was hers and followed the sounds that suddenly grew louder now.

"Where's my baby?!"
"Is this a dream or something?"

Ronnie was hit with a wave of confusion, blistered with panic. The voices were odd, tinged with echo as she edged closer; some of the words were completely foreign- others felt familiar. As soon as she stepped out from within the underbrush, she willed her eyes to adjust as she squinted toward the light and those speaking. At first she could only see shifting shadows, but they soon turned into shapes of bodies- people shifting around not even noticing Ronnie's existence.

And then, as if the lens of a camera had sharpened its focus, the faces cleared. They were actual people, all of them- some young, some older. Ronnie didn't know what to expect, but seeing those faces on the island puzzled her. Some of her fear melted away, but not enough to calm her racing heart.

She stepped farther out, "Why am I-how did I..?". She trailed off as her eyes began shifting from a women grieving the loss of her baby to a boy who was still questioning the idea if whether or not he was in a dream until suddenly her eyes dropped onto a guy casually leaning against a palm tree.

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Samantha hated storms. She had back at home and still did in The Middle. She was the child who was hiding under her blankets at the slightest sound of thunder until she was eleven or twelve, and even now, when she understood that they were harmless, she still refused to leave her bed during them. Even though there was rarely ever any damage from the storms in The Middle, Sam could swear that her hut had almost blown away during the previous night's storm. Had it not indicated that new people were going to be here, she would have spent the morning looking for some damage that she could complain about. However, she was excited to meet the new person that she expected to be arriving this morning. Sam loved socializing and was beginning to get bored with the other seven people, so a new face would be a nice change.

She was anxious to find out who the new person was but it didn't stop her from spending a good half an hour in the shower, and then an equal amount of time getting dressed. She chose a simple black bikini, jean shorts and tank top. One of her biggest objections with The Middle was that she lacked the large wardrobe she had at home. Here, she only had enough clothes to satisfy the need, and not her frivolous wants. It was probably the point though. If she could have everything here at the snap of her fingers, there would be even less of a reason for her, or any of them, to want to return to Earth.

She left her hut and headed straight for the waterfall pool. There were a few berry bushes on the way so she ate a handful of those as she walked, but Sam had never been big on breakfast. She was rarely hungry enough to eat big meals, and especially not in the morning. The steady sound of the water falling was audible even before the trees spread to open up to the pool and along with that, she could also hear some voices. When she stepped towards the waterfall, she spotted Emery, Oliver, Cassidy, and three new people. Two were girls and one was a boy who Sam instantly focused on. Even with his dazed expression, he was still cute and she decided that he would be a nice change from her normal lustful nights with Ford. She didn't acknowledge either of the new girls as she stepped towards the soaked male. "It's a dream come true for me" she responded to his inquiry on whether this was a dream. "It isn't every day that a cute guy kills himself," she added, stepping towards him with a flirtatious grin.

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It didn't take long for her moment of solitude to end, but when Cassidy realized that the voice coming from behind her was Emery, she eased up. She appreciated alone time but didn't mind hanging out with him. In fact, she actually liked it. Emery was so easy to get along with that it felt natural to be around him. There was no unnecessary conversation or small talk, and Cassidy rarely felt the need to be defensive. They just clicked. At least when Effy wasn't around.

She smiled at his comment and accepted his offering of fruit, but remained silent and just watched him as he neared the water. Although the moment was literally the calm after the storm, she expected it to also be the calm before the storm. Before long, their group would be nearly double its size. Cassidy had grown up in a two bedroom trailer with five loud, younger siblings, her deadbeat mother, and depending on the day, up to three other drug-ridden deadbeats, so she was used to a crowd. However, she had escaped that when she died, and it wasn't something that she missed. The island was definitely big enough for another six people and Cassidy preferred to look at the worst possible situation than the realistic version.

"Let's just hope that Justin Bieber didn't die, and we have six preteen brats headed our way," she said with a small smirk. Almost as soon as the words escaped her lips, the water broke in the middle of the pool and a figure appeared. When she managed to reach the edge of the pool, she began to shriek about her car and then her baby. It was expected that the new arrival would be frantic. They had just killed themselves so emotions were bound to be running high, and waking up in a pool of cool water couldn't make things any better. However, when the woman asked about her daughter, it did seem a bit unusual. Although Oliver hadn't vocalized his thoughts, and Cassidy hadn't even noticed that he was standing a few feet away, she came to the same conclusion as him. The woman must have killed her child with her. The thought sent shivers down Cassidy's spine and she instantly disliked the girl. It was one thing to take your own life, but to kill your child too? Simply disgraceful.

Cass shot a disgusted look towards Emery. It was partly because of her realization, albeit false, that the woman had killed her own kid, and also because of the abrupt disturbance that the girl was causing. Emery was right: they surely were making a grand entrance. It didn't end there, though. Within seconds, two other people surfaced. There was a teenage-looking boy, who swam to the edge of the pool and in a much calmer tone, asked if he was dreaming, and a girl who, as soon as she pulled her self out of the water, tried to assist the frantic mother. The way she addressed Emery bothered Cassidy, but again, she knew that she should understand that these people were probably confused and scared. She shouldn't blame them for being brash, but she did.

"Do your thing, pretty boy," Cassidy said, winking at Emery playfully as she stood up and took a few steps away from the water. She was not a comforting person and didn't care to hear these people's sob stories, and her curiosity had disappeared a few seconds after the first girl appeared. She had heard Emery's spiel a few times before where he'd give the new person the rundown on how The Middle worked, and she didn't need to listen to it again. She planned on returning to her hut and then maying laying out on the beach for a few hours or going for a jog, but she spotted Oliver a few feet away and approached him with a friendly smile. "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," Cassidy said with a roll of her eyes.

She was going to bring up last night's storm and comment on how it had been wild even by her standards, when Samantha appeared and wasted no time in approaching the new male. It wasn't surprising, really. Neither was Sam's flirtatious comment towards him, and her insensitive nature when referencing the boy killing himself. They had all killed themselves, so it wasn't like she was lying or even making light of the matter, but Cassidy disliked the thought of herself, or any of them committing suicide. It was something that she never brought up because she herself didn't want to relive her own experience, so she doubted anyone else would want to either.

Although she still wasn't in the mood to deal with a bunch of frenzied newcomers, Cassidy decided to stick around a bit longer. As she glanced away from Oliver for a second, she spotted another unfamiliar face appearing from the brush on the other side of the pool. It was another female who was clearly soaked as well, but Cass hadn't seen her come out of the water. She guessed that maybe the girl had arrived before any of them got there and had gotten lost in the jungle up until now. She seemed to be equally confused as the others but Cassidy didn't make an effort to greet or comfort her. That was Emery's job.

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Donald had a lot of trouble sleeping due to the storm. The constant sound of the rain hitting the beach and the occasional thunder clap were more than enough to keep him up longer into the night then he'd wanted to be. He thought he would eventually get used to the storms since a storm meant someone else was coming to the island, but he never did. Donald couldn't push the memory of falling off the cruise ship out of his mind while they were going on. Eventually however, his mind became enraptured with happier memories of his former life and he drifted off to sleep.

By the time he woke up, the morning sun was pouring rays into his eyes as if it was excited as well to see the newcomer. With a loud yawn, Donald leaped out of bed and stretched his arms upward, almost touching the ceiling of the small seaside shack. While it wasn't much to most who ended up here, it was certainly enough for him and a welcome improvement from where he was before.

As he zipped up a pair of jeans he found on the floor, a loud scream from nearby pierced the atmospheric noise of the island, making him jump. Thinking quickly, Donald realized it must have been someone coming through the lake and dashed toward the bathroom. He threw open the bathroom door and grabbed the lone towel off it's rack, then spun in place and took another two steps towards the closest article of clothing he could find; a green aged hooded jacket. It's better then nothing, he thought and without wasting another moment he dashed out of his modest hut and towards the source of the noise. When he got there however, all he found were some fresh footprints in the sand leading towards the jungle. Not sure exactly where to go from here, Donald decided to head to the usual spot and see if their was anyone there. This idea turned out to be a good one when he was met with both familiar and unfamiliar faces.

"Yo, pretty boy! The hell are we?", one of the women shouted at Emery with a logical amount of alarm in her voice. He remembered his initial panic from breaching the waters of The Middle when he arrived. He remembered how bitingly cold the water seemed due to the surprise of being there and how desperately he wanted to feel warm again. Now remembering the purpose of the towel in his hand, he darted over towards the group, ready to meet some new people.

"It looks like Sam has you covered, new guy." he said with a bit of a smirk as he crossed through the newcomers to the two woman on the edge of the pool of water. Realizing that he only brought one towel, Donald with a sigh of disappointment decided to offer his jacket as well. With the towel draped over one arm, he quickly zipped down the zipper of his hoodie and slid it off his shoulders, placing it on the same arm as the towel. "I'm not sure how you two are with germs, but I guarantee they're both warm, at least." he said in a bit of a hushed tone as he extended his occupied arm towards the two, hoping they would accept his offer.

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"Hughes."
"Hah. Got you just in time. Look, I've got to tell you something."
"Were you
sacked? Christ. Cormack, I did tell you that behaviour of yours—"
"D'you think I'd make this very, very special call to Engerland
just to tell you I've been sacked?"
"It's a possibility."
"I'm sorry to disappoint but I'm still paid to lull people into a semblance of security."
"Am I going to have a grandchild?"
"Hm. No. Sorry to say Becca isn't too keen on having one. Not with me, at least."
"Have you been evicted from your flat?"
"No! Why d'you think it'd be anything along those lines?"
"Tell me before I assume more."
"I've bought you a house!"
"Sorry, I didn't... quite catch that."
"I've. Bought. You. A. House."
"
What? Where?"
"About an hour away from where I live. I've already started work on it. It's a nice one. Small, great for when you get old."
"What about the paperwork? You can't just put me in a house and not expect complications!"
"I've sorted it out with Joanne in advance. Look, you'll make it here. They're all right with expats like us. You've got me, your favourite son—"
"Thankfully, my
only son—"
"—to help you. Ah, I know you love me in spite of your motherly exasperation, mummy dearest. Tell Becca about it. She'll love it."
"Mhm."
"Are you surprised?"
"One question."
"Yeah?"
"Does it have a garden?"



The fall seemed to last for an eternity, even as his body lay slowly dying amongst the cabbage roses.

Rocco was relaxed.

Perhaps this is one of those fever dreams. I've probably concussed. I'll wake up in a hospital bed somewhere after months in a coma surrounded by my mates. They'd have called Mum the moment they found out what happened to me. She'd come in screaming bloody abuse, then hug me senseless. Becca would hate me for it but she's calm. She can manage

That was all the justification he was afforded for the blackout. Before he even had time to think of other scenarios arising from having awakened from a coma, he was launched into something akin to a bad trip. He was quickly pulled from the comfortable warmth by some invisible force, back and forth like a twisted game of tug of war—or some form of medieval torture—and it seemed that that crumpled heap that was his body was losing fast. One last tug ensured his forcible removal. The skin on the fingers that grasped hard onto that last bit of life peeled away from it like cooked flesh sticking to the sides of a hot metal pan. It seemed almost amusing now, how conscious of what he wasn't able to do in life as he gave a loud cry, unable to stop himself from being dragged away into abyss.

The gentle thump of a bamboo raft against his head woke him. A ring of trees, rock formations, and beautiful blue sky came into view, which would have been very nice had it not been punctuated by the brouhaha.

"Toto," he said after finally coming down from the fit of coughs brought about by swallowing water, nonplussed by how loud his voice seemed to be, "I've a feeling we aren't in Kansas anymore." He paddled around in the water, scoping the area before swimming up to somewhere he could get both his feet on dry land. "But neither are we in Oregon. Well. Looks like we've wandered into an episode of Lost." He eventually found somewhere not too moss-covered and climbed up, flopping up onto his back with a huff before properly getting himself on his feet. He quickly pulled off the paint gloves he still wore and threw them down next to a nearby fern. If only he could get the damn pair of painter's overalls off.

Of course he wasn't alone.

Clearly the ones that were relatively dry were from here.

There was one surly blonde on a rock.
Here's Little Miss Sunshine.

Bananas wasn't too far from her munching away.
Is he really going to eat all those?

A sheepish-looking boy nearing a thoroughly soaked fellow.
Not that much drama here. Kid seems nice enough.

A brunette who seemed to be approaching them.
Right. Incoming. She's going to eat that other bloke alive.

All carried with them with an air of curiosity. Or suspicion.

The others seemed to be as equally confused as he was, if not more.

The dazed fellow.
Look out, mate.

One who cried out desperately for her child, which wrenched at his chest a bit.
Well, if she didn't end up here, then she must've lived.

One who at least tried to comfort her.
I don't blame her.

Another brunette with a massive trunk.
Wait, haven't I seen her before?


He forwent asking his first few questions to the smug fellow leaning on a tree, rushing over to the girl to help. "Looks heavy," he commented with a smile as he took one end of the trunk. "You don't mind, do you?"

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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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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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"Oi! Wait a bloody moment there. That's a bit presumptuous, innit? Telling us that we'd killed ourselves?"

Taking to lifting the other end of the trunk with one arm, he used the other to point in the direction of the distraught young woman, who appeared now to be calmer—or most probably quieter. At any rate, she didn't come out of that pool any better than she had been when she was still in it.

"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?"

"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."

"You're going to want to retract that statement, mate," he cringed. "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."

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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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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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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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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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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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Any other day, lush, tropical islands with beaches surrounded by waters clear as aquamarines and deeply coloured as sapphires would've been wonderful. He would be as pale as the sands he stepped on, and by the end of it he would be as red as hell, he thought one day as he watched footage of a trip to Seychelles a fellow musician had made. He almost swore at the beauty he saw projected onto a sheet they'd slung over her curtain rod—a makeshift projector screen, if you will—whilst they drank the first bottle of bubbly they saw in her cupboards from plastic cups. He wasn't sure what to comment on first—the marvel of nature with all the rock formations and all the fishes and corals that swam in the ocean, or the marvel of how nice her bum looked underwater. (She smacked him for it, but then she snogged him senseless moments later so that didn't remain an issue for very long.) However, he had hoped that he would make the trip whilst alive. He hadn't counted on dying. The moment he stirred from the horrendous journey, he struggled to feel a pulse thrumming through him but found that though he had one, his mind had somehow prioritised other things. The throb was a frighteningly distant and negligible sensation. The breathing, on the other hand, felt sharper and somehow more enjoyable than what he had experienced whilst he was alive.

He was only too glad for the consolation brought by some of the seemingly nicer inhabitants and their interactions with the other newcomers, and for the laughter he'd elicited in the girl beside him.

"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..?"
"I could say the same about you. There's not a lot of use for reservations when you've found yourself somewhere other than home, though. I'm frankly surprised you even responded, you with your 'Welcome to the Jungle' entrance," he said with a grin. He extended his free hand to her to shake. "Name's Rocco. Mucho gusto."

Of course, there was the matter of remembering everybody else's names. He stopped to listen to a lanky young man introduce everyone. He was Donald. Bananas: Emery. Little Miss Sunshine: Cass. Rude kid: Charlie (Brighton). Shy one: Oliver. Fit one: Effy. Cute ginger: Annalise. "Gotcha. I'm Rocco, and this is..." He paused and pursed his lips, quickly turning to the girl he was helping. "Sorry, didn't quite give you the opportunity to introduce yourself. This is..."

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The woman with the child seemed sincere, but she didn't take the time to introduce herself or exchange anything more than a thank you. Emery thought it odd, but wasn't going to fuss over the idea. She probably didn't want to talk with him, currently he was portraying a sort of bad guy. People didn't want to hear the truth, but Emery had to deliver it. It also did't help that Annalise was making her entrance. Without any delay many of the new comers were drawn to her. And that was of course because she was an absolute ray of sunshine. So bright that it often hurt Emery's eyes. But he didn't mind the slew of new residents being welcomed by the current ones. In fact, he found the whole scene very nice. Things were settling well enough.

Of course there was still a straggler, but Emery was more than capable of introducing himself and The Middle to just one. Emery watched as the two English newbies conversed with each other, as the two women who had been in the pool together went toward Annalise, and the new boy toy get eaten alive by Samantha. He rolled his eyes at the last one. She was always trying to catch something. He started to take note of names. Rocco was the English man, the boy toy was named Charlie, and the woman with short brown hair was named Christina. His focused turned to Cassidy as the woman who he now learned was named Macie approached her. Powerfully and classically Cassidy she dismissed the woman and made her exit. Emery wanted to smirk at the situation but refrained. He then walked toward Macie and gave her a couple of words of encouragement, "Cassidy isn't always like that... She just takes some getting used to." She also takes her time with making friends with people, and if you aren't worth the effort you just aren't her friend. At least that's how Emery understood it. She was far too complex for Emery to fully understand, but he was fairly sure that he knew that much.

He offered a friendly smile to Macie as he moved toward Rocco and the girl he didn't know. They weren't being helped and needed to do something. "Do you two want me to show you around?" he asked simply, finally stopped in front of them. "I'm Emery, by the way." He shot out his hand, letting whatever sour feelings he had toward Rocco sink away. He needed to make a neutral playing ground before judging someone too harshly.

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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."

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The crowd grew less disquieted about arriving here, and soon some of the more experienced locals left to show the new ones where they were encamped, he supposed. Rocco was especially thankful for the hush that followed. It offered him time to at least assess the situation he was in right now.

First: He had died.
The dull ache in his head had experienced upon first arriving had disappeared completely. He was, to some degree, sure he wasn't going to walk out of that alive. If he were lucky enough to have done so, perhaps he would have sustained some great degree of brain damage.

Second: He had died painting his mother's house.
His stomach sunk at the thought of leaving everything behind. He had finally made a relatively happy life for himself in Portland. He was able to pay off his bills. He could afford to pay at least more than half of the cost of his mother's new house, the other part from his maternal uncle. He missed the chance to finally see her happy after all of the trouble she had endured. No, it wasn't fair at all. He needed to leave to see everything set straight.

Third: This was [a sort of] purgatory.
He couldn't simply show himself out. There wasn't a door out of things like this. Of course, he had expected fire and flames and moaning. While there was a severe lack of tongues of flame lapping at his feet—though dun, charred flesh, he thought, was much better than having skin as white as the lies his aunt Poppy told him at five—the moaning was definitely there. Or, at least, in the first few minutes following their arrival.

This was a haven for suicides, that much he knew. But something was off about this place. If indeed this was a purgatory, the others would have at least some of their conflict resolved. As demonstrated by some of the residents, it seemed it wasn't entirely the case.

He wasn't a suicide. None of the others he had arrived with were, either.

Now how were they going to leave?

Fourth: They probably wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.

Fifth: Might as well make the best out of it.

It appeared he didn't have much choice but to play along with the rules of this strange place, no matter how long it took. If there was a way back to the land of the living, he would take his opportunity in a heartbeat, if only to see his work come to fruition. If the circumstances dictated that he was going to have to live here, then he was going to have to make do with what he had.

Emery made his way to them, and he readied himself for whatever he could throw at him. Instead, what he got was a greeting and an offer to be shown around. A bit tight-lipped one but a greeting nonetheless.
He took his hand and shook it, gripping it in earnest enthusiasm. "Pleasure," he nodded. "That would be brilliant, yeah. Have a few questions for you. Before we head off. What are these trunks for, and where can one get good wood around here?"