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Samantha Felton

"I was in a really bad place and I didn't know what I was doing, but things worked out."

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

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{ Name }
Samantha Carol Felton

{ Nickname }
Sam

{ Age }
18

{ Gender }
Female

{ Sexuality }
Heterosexual

{ Hometown }
Santa Monica, CA

{ Role }
The Drama Queen





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{ History }
Sam's life began in Santa Monica, California, where she was born and lived for her eighteen years. Her mother was a stay-at-home mom and her father worked for a computer company, providing them with a comfortable livelihood. She became a big sister when she was five and her younger sister, Emily, was born. Five years later, her parents divorced and although her parents still remained friendly, she spent most of her time with her mother. A few months after the divorce, her family took in Rachel, the daughter of one of her mother's friends who was ordered by the court to spend six months in a rehab facility. Rachel was the same age as Sam, so they instantly clicked and became more like sisters than friends. After being released from rehab, Rachel's mother surrendered custody of her and Sam's family officially adopted her.

Although she was fun and exciting, Rachel wasn't all good news, but who could expect a child who spent their entire life surrounded by drugs to be? She was the driving force that led Sam to get caught up in bad, unhealthy and illegal things. She convinced her to try smoking cigarettes when they were twelve, and although Sam nearly coughed up a lung as a result of it, she liked the thrill of doing things she knew were wrong, and followed Rachel's advice. The pair were caught smoking marijuana in a school bathroom during eighth grade and although their mother had been patient and understanding with them in the past, this was her breaking point, and she decided to home school them. While this limited the contact they had with their peers during the day, it only pushed Sam and Rachel to do more on their off time. They spent their weekends crashing local high school parties and once they were sixteen, they started getting into clubs. It took sleeping with a few bouncers or promoters but they got there.

One would imagine that when the girls were arrested at sixteen for petty theft and underage possession of alcohol, that it would have been a wake-up call to get their lives together, but within a week of the event, they were back in their social scene. Although Sam is just as much to blame as Rachel for all of the craziness, she probably never would have gotten into any of this had it not been for Rachel's influence. If she had never met Rachel, she probably wouldn't have died at eighteen, either.

{ Last Moments }
Samantha's death was a suicide but she hates thinking of it that way. She was being impulsive and dramatic, as usual, and this time, it just went too far. It was nearly one in the morning on a Friday night, which meant that she was out at a club with her friends, as she did every weekend. This night, however, she had actually hesitated on going out. That morning, she found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her with a girl he went to school with. They had only been dating for a few months and honestly, she was planning on dumping him within the next week anyway, but being the dramatic and emotional girl she is, it crushed her. However, her friends convinced her that she needed a girl's night out and she agreed, with some melodramatic reluctance. Although the girls were under twenty-one, one of her friends knew the bouncer of a Los Angeles club, so they always got in and were served without a problem. Sam ended up drinking more than usual and was convinced into snorting a couple of lines of cocaine. She was nearly incoherent by the end of the night but managed to call her boyfriend and even if he had apologized and taken blame for what he have done, she probably still would have pulled away from her friends and darted in front of a truck that was driving past them. Had she been sober, there was no way that she would have ever reacted to a boy dumping her in such an extreme way, but she did, and now she's here.




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{ Positive traits }
Enthusiastic, open-minded, friendly, sincere, good-willed

{ Negative traits }
Dramatic, conceited, reckless, sensitive, selfish, ditzy

{ Personality }
Emotional is an understatement, when it comes to Sam. She always seems to be at an extreme side of the emotional scale. If she's sad, she's bawling her eyes out and if she's excited about something, you can expect to hear about it nonstop. Her mother always emphasized that it was important for one's mental health to express whatever they're thinking, and it's one of the few words of her mother's advice that she follows. She's known to be dramatic and overreact to things but most of the time, she genuinely feels thinks on a deeper level than other people and isn't just looking for attention.

Like a moth to a flame, Sam seems to be drawn to trouble, although in her eye's it's usually being drawn to fun and exciting situations that just end badly. She has a tendency to put herself into bad situations and then when all goes south, put the blame on someone else. It's hard for her to take responsibility for her actions and she can definitely be selfish in the sense that she'll throw you under the bus in a second rather than take the fall herself. She doesn't handle pressure and stress well, which is probably related to that, because when she isn't nervous, she usually is a sincere and genuine friend. She's amusing and exuberant, and is rarely judgmental.





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☼Shopping
☼Christmas
☼Candles
☼Physical touch
☼Roller coasters
☼Her family
☼Yoga
☼Her cellphone
☼Concerts
☁Hangovers
☁Feeling guilty about disobeying her mother
☁Public School
☁Assignments
☁Country music
☁Mexican food
☁Skiing
☁Not being acknowledged




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{ Figure }
She is slim, standing at 5'5 and weighing approximately 110 lbs.

{ Hair Color }
Brown

{ Eye Color }
Brown

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Samantha Felton's Story

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The previous night had been stormier than Cassidy had ever seen before. It started with just light rain, something that wasn't uncommon on the island, but grew more extreme as the night went on. By midnight, it was apparent that this was one of the storms that occurred before a new arrival, but even compared to the few she had experienced before, it seemed intense. Wind ripped through the palm trees, pelting sand and debris on anyone who dared to step outside. The cackling thunder blocked out the island's normal nighttime soundtrack of calm waves crashing on the shore and although Cassidy enjoyed stormy weather, it was even somewhat frightening to her.

Once the storm began, she had returned to her hut and spent the night there alone. She was sure that some of the others would probably be socializing into the late hours of the night, but Sam had bugged her enough during the day that she was okay with being alone. Besides that, she figured that Emery and Effy would probably be hanging out and she wasn't going to third-wheel on the couple, especially when she disliked Effy already.

She managed to fall asleep at some point and when she woke up a couple of hours later, it was as if nothing had happened the night before. Sunshine seeped through her windows and she could hear birds chirping in the distance. Everything was calm and normal, but she expected that after such a ferocious storm, there would be at least one change on the island. There would be a new person here. It was hard not to be curious about who the person would be and what they would be like, but Cass was good at suppressing her excitement. For all she knew, the person could be a raving lunatic or even worse- another version of Sam, so she knew better than to run out to greet the person.

She followed her daily routine of getting ready for the day before eventually leaving her hut. Hers was placed on the border of where the thick jungle met the beach, and she liked its location. She could look out her window and see the water but not be too close where she could hear people if they were swimming or fishing in it. The others' huts were all located in the area as well, but she appreciated that they were spread out generously, giving her her own personal space too. As she headed down the beach, she noticed that there wasn't just one new hut, but six. Over night, six new huts had appeared and based off of how the world seemed to work, that meant that this morning, six new people would be getting here. It instantly made Cassidy uneasy. There was already a chance that she was going to have to deal with someone she didn't like if there was one new person coming but it was inevitable that at least one of the six new people would rub her the wrong way.

The huts were all empty, as she expected, so she turned and made her way through the thick jungle brush. There were a few paths carved out but she was so used to the terrain that she didn't mind ducking under branches and stepping over roots if it meant that she could avoid running into anyone for as long as possible. Cassidy rarely swam, but the swimming hole situated in the middle of the island was a popular hangout spot for everyone, so it was normally her first stop in the morning. Today she guessed that it would be even more crowded since it was where their six new neighbors would be making their first appearances.

When the trees cleared and the blue pool came into sight, Cass took a seat on one of the large rocks that bordered part of the pool. She dangled her feet into the cool water and waited for some of the others to arrive. She, hoped that Emery, at least, would show up before any new faces surfaced from under the water. The water felt refreshing with just her toes dipped in but she knew from her own experience that after it wasn't as comforting when you surface from it for the first time. She remembered her own experience, of how her last breath on Earth had been taking as she seized on her apartment floor after downing a bottle of prescription pills, and the next was a gasp for air as she surfaced from this pool. It was a frightening experience, to say the least, but when it came down to it, had she known she would have ended up here, she would have swallowed those pills years earlier.

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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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Small puffs of snow drifted down from the chilly night sky as Chris made her way through the crowded city streets. She angrily wiped her tears away as the steam from her breath was visibly clear on the cool air. How could she. . . with my own brother too! she angrily thought to herself as she kicked up some snow with her boots. Chris sniffled her nose red from both the cold and crying and her eyes were still damp but the cold wind threaten to turn her tears into icicles. Chris came to a stop at a crossing and she almost seemed to blend in with the crowd that surrounded her.

Sticking to the back, she walked when they walked but something had caught her eye at the last moment, right before she made it safely to the other side. A young child had bolted across the street and the light had just turned green for the oncoming cars. Christina's eyes grew wide and her body moved on it's own. She bolted after the child who had been disoriented by the headlights of the bus and came to a complete stop in the middle of the street. The bus showed no signs of slowing down but thankfully Chris got there in time and pushed the child out the way. It only took a second for Chris to hear the loud car horns around her as she was now the deer caught in the headlights.

The young woman took one final breath before everything went dark and the horns had suddenly stopped. Her body felt weightless and her eyes heavy, she felt as if she was sinking into darkness. Suddenly she felt a strong urge to open her eyes, her eyes slowly opened only seeing a light blue up above her and light shimmering above the water with faint shadows dancing across it.

Where am I. . . I-Is this water? Am I drowning. . .

Chris grew more and more aware of her surroundings by the second and went to speak only to swallow a bunch of water. Her eyes squeezed tight as the pain of trying to breathe where there was no air filled her mouth. She snapped out of her daze and gave a strong push from the bottom of the pool up towards the light. When she surfaced she gasped for air many times over and coughed out the water that she had swallowed. Those faint shadows that once danced across the top of the water was now in full view, they were people like her, thank god she thought. Running her fingers threw her now wet hair Chris slicked her hair back as she swam over to the edge and climbed out of the water not wanting to stay there any longer.

Chris sat at the edge taking a moment to catch her breath once more then it hit her, where was the child she just saved? Actually where was Canada period, unless Canada suddenly turned into a tropical paradise then where were all the people period. She only saw people around her age that she didn't see. Her green eyes began to scan the surroundings when the voice of a crying woman took her attention not to far from her. Looking dumbfounded for a second, Chris headed towards her and leaned down the edge grabbing hold of the womans hand to pull her out. " H-Hey, um don't cry please, I'll help you out, I promise I'll help you find out what happen to your baby. " Chris was no good with crying females, it made her nervous and feel bad but she couldn't just leave her in the water to catch a cold.

"If you stay in there you'll catch a cold. . ." she said in the most gentle voice before she looked up at the young fellow that sat next to the woman eating a banana. " Yo, pretty boy! The hell are we? " she asked him as the droplets of water dripped from her chin.

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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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"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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It was unusual that Effy Frey would wake up in a bad mood, especially when the previous night had been a good one, but this morning was one of the worst. Instead of waking up peacefully as she usually would have done, the brunette girl was roused from her sleep by a loud ruckus outside; something which indeed would put her in a rather bad mood for the rest of the day - apparently, last night's tumble with Emery was proving to be a waste of time on her end of the deal. You would have thought that the others in the Middle by now would have worked out that on her good days, she had been deliciously ravished by the leader of their group, but none of them had ever made the connection with how close they were - shame, she had thought them to be a rather smart bunch when she had met them.

Stretching out with her limbs at all angles in the bed, Effy realised that her skin hadn't touched anothers - that was strange. Usually, when she stayed over in Emery's hut, he would at least be there in the morning so that they could work out an action plan as to who was going to leave first to keep suspicion down, but instead, the bed was empty this morning. A soft huff escaped her lips as she sat up on the bed and pulled the sheet up around her bare body, looking around at the silent hut. It was strange. Then again, the night previous hadn't been a normal one either. A storm, bigger than any that Effy had ever seen in The Middle before had taken over the sky, and her night-time conversion with Emery had been cut short due to the downpour that had soaked them in seconds. A pleasurable shudder ran through her body as she remembered the feeling of her wet body pressed against Emery's, the passion between them making it difficult for them to stop kissing as they tried to remove each others clothing, and the incredibly arousing sight that was Emery Baldwin without a shirt on, and dripping wet hair that ran down onto his -- .

Stop, Ef. Her brain warned her, and she pulled herself out of the bed, heading over to the drawers in Emery's hut. She didn't mind walking around naked, purely because there was no-one around, and by the amount of noise that was coming from outside, no-one was going to be close enough to see her through the windows. Having been smart when she had been caught out before having to wear the same clothes as the night prior, Effy had convinced Emery to allow her to leave a couple of items of her clothing in one of his drawers, thankfully so as hers were soaked right through from the night before, having been left in a pile on the floor of his hut.

It wasn't long until she had dressed herself in just a simple tank top and shorts, with her bikini underneath in case she went for a swim later on, and she headed out of the door, making sure that no-one was around to see her sneak outside, and shut the door behind her. That was when she noticed the huts. Not one new one, not two, but six. "Six?" She murmured to herself, and she made sure to count them one again, just to make sure that she wasn't imagining things - and nope, there was indeed six new huts on the island. At least she now understood where Emery had dashed off to that morning. It also explained where the noise was coming from.

A soft groan escaped Effy's lips as she trudged her way across the sand, over to the pool where she knew that everyone would be congregating to meet the new arrivals. She plucked an apple off of the tree as she went, taking a bite of the sweet crunchy fruit as she rounded into the gathering. Everyone was there; Emery of course, welcoming those that had already roused from the water, Cassidy in all of her perky blondness that Effy would rather avoid that morning, and Donald, Sam and Oliver too.

"This better be worth waking me up for, or else I'm going back to bed." The brunette murmured as she moved to sit down on a rock that was close to Emery and Sam, relaxing backwards as she watched Emery work his magic on the newbies, hoping to make them welcome in their new 'home.'


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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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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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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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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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Oliver watched silently as things went to hell. Everybody's outbursts seemed to be a dull ringing as he looked around at everybody. Was this what it was going to be like from now on? Oliver unconsciously pulled his sleeves further down his arms as he watched them all. All of the new arrivals had responded negatively, some more strongly than others. He couldn't remember any of the original residents ever being so put off by the idea of arriving in the Middle. There was one thing about everyone in the original group that was similar, they were all broken in some way or another. But these new people, they seemed different.

Oliver was pulled out of his thoughts by Sam's voice as she nodded over toward him and Cassidy. "Oh my God, calm down. Those two are like the only lunatics here," She told Charlie in response to his earlier comment. Oliver just rolled his eyes at the girl. He looked over to see Cassidy tense up as though she was about to respond, only to see her smile at Sam's insult to Effy. Oliver himself couldn't hold back a chuckle as he thought of how mad Effy would be if she'd heard Sam's comment. Oliver could honestly never wrap his head around the two girl's relationship, but hey, he couldn't really care less.

Oliver couldn't help but sigh as Sam once again tried to insult him. Looking back at the girl, Oliver couldn't help but make a remark at her lame insult. "Sam, you should be a lady and get your head out of your ass," He said with a blank face before adding with a shrug, "But you know. That's just a suggestion.".

Not taking the time to listen to any comeback the girl might have, Oliver turned his back to her and stared at the ground. He crossed his arms once more as he heard Cassidy speak to him, "The day's only just begun and I've already got a headache.". Looking up at the blonde, Oliver saw that she wasn't looking at him but scanning the crowd much like he had a few minutes ago. Oliver looked over his shoulder once more at the crowd before muttering, "I have a feeling that headaches are going to become a lot more common..."





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Anna had always been a heavy sleeper, so it was really no surprise that she'd managed to sleep through all the drama and noise. Yet as soon as the redhead opened her eyes, she knew that something exciting was supposed to happen today. 'Now what was it that was supposed to happen today?' Anna asked herself as she blinked a few times to clear the blurriness from her eyes. She tried to clear the grogginess from her mind as she tried to remember why she felt so excited.

"Oh my gosh!" Anna exclaimed as she quickly jumped out of bed. She remembered the huge storm last night that signified a new person would arrive to the island today. 'How could I forget?' Anna mentally questioned herself as she ran out of her own hut, not bothering to change out of her pajamas or even comb her hair.

As she ran down the beach toward the waterfall, Anna could hear quite a few voices, the crowd of figures slowly coming into focus. Recognizing Sam first, Anna ran toward the girl and nearly tackled her in a hug. "Sammy!" She exclaimed as she squeezed her. Looking up, Anna noticed all the new faces for the first time. 'Oh my...'

Anna hadn't expected this many new people, but she was soon practically bouncing with excitement. Turning to the guy standing closest to Sam, Anna couldn't help but squeal. "Oh my gosh! You and Sam would look so cute together! You guys should totally- Ah... I mean, you guys do whatever you want..." Anna looked down at her bare feet as she rubbed her arms, she didn't quite feel comfortable giving relationship advise after what happened the last time she had.

Noticing another figure standing by the waterfall, Anna's excitement quickly returned. "Donnie!" Anna cried as she attached herself to the man's arm. Looking over at one of the women next to him, Anna couldn't help but blink as she rushed over to the woman who had tears in her eyes. "What's wrong, deary? You're much to pretty to be crying!" Looking around at everyone's faces, Anna noticed for the first time that she'd walked into a tense atmosphere. "Oh my... Seems I've arrived at the wrong moment..."

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Everything was happening very quickly. The new arrivals were either panicked or upset and a lot of frustration was being thrown all over the place. "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." the boy shouted at the group, the term 'lunatic' piercing Donald's thought process from the rapid noise of conversations happening around him. "Wow, new guy. Way to make friends right away." he said with as heavy a sarcastic tone as he could muster. The kid wasn't probably that bad, but still, he reminded Donald of some of the entitled jerks he went to school with who didn't know anything about the world besides their parent's credit card number.

When he finally snapped back to reality, the first thing he noticed was Emery going off on one of the new guys. This one seemed like he could handle himself in a fight if things got physical, which worried Donald a bit. This hadn't been the first time Emery has lost it and it most certainly wouldn't be the last. The leader of the group could feel like a strong, caring influence one day and a tyrant the next and while Donald wasn't a fan of the latter, he understood where he was coming from considering his past. Luckily however the situation dissolved and Emery backed off the man, suggesting they should show the newbies to their huts. It was actually around this time that Donald heard the familiar and vibrant screech of Anna coming from nearby. It didn't take long before she was attached to his bare arm like a magnet. This was a common occurrence with her and Donald was quite alright with it. Before long however, she streaked toward the the crying woman and tried to comfort her.

"Oh my... Seems I've arrived at the wrong moment..."

"Don't worry about it, Annalise." Donald said as he moved over to the group now forming around the concerned mother. "Oh yeah, names. This lovely woman to my right is Annalise, you've kinda already met Emery, and I'm Donald." he spoke loud enough for most others to hear him as he gestured to each respective person. "We also have Samantha who, as you've seen, is great with people, Oliver who is a bit shy, but still a nice guy, there's Effy who's...you'll see, and Cass who is the one with the scowl which she has, honestly, a lot of the time, but you'll learn to love it."

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Sam didn't appreciate Oliver's response to her insult. On any other day, she would have dramatically remarked on how mean he was to her, but now there was enough going on around that she didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't like she felt that it was justified, even if she was the one who had taken a shot at him first, but the boy standing next to her, who now introduced himself as Charlie, was speaking. Anything that he had to say had to be more important than what Oliver was saying, she decided. It seemed to be the right decision too, because Charlie had suddenly switched from anger mode to a friendlier one.

"Of course I'll show you to the huts, Charlie," Sam said loudly, cocking her head back to shoot Oliver and Cassidy a glare before turning back to Charlie. Although she acted as if she was doing a saintly deed compared to the pair, there was really no valid reason for her exaggeration or glare. Sam liked being dramatic and making scenes, whether it made sense or not. "I'm Samantha Felton, but since we're friends, you can call me Sam." She had only managed to take a few steps towards the jungle when Annalise appeared and nearly knocked her over in the process of a hug. Anna was Sam's best friend on the island, and probably the only one who could stand her constant complaints and rants. There didn't seem to be a bad bone in the girl and even though she sometimes said things - like her next comment about how Sam and Charlie would look cute together - that made Sam cringe, she couldn't knock the girl. Her blunders were mainly sourced in naivety and not ill-will, and the same couldn't always be said of Sam.

Luckily, just as quickly as the comment had come out of her mouth, her excitement was refocused on Donald and the others, and Sam decided not to even justify her friend's behavior to Charlie. She would confide in Anna about how she was going to go for him later when they were alone, but for now, Sam wanted to make sure that it would actually happen. She had little doubt that it would, though, and smiled at Charlie as she continued to lead him through the forest and eventually onto the beach. "Where are you from?" she asked, breaking up the silence as they walked. She wanted to get to know him but didn't want to be too pushy. He obviously already had suspicion that they were all crazy here, and she didn't want to give him reason to believe that she was too interested in him.

The six new huts were all grouped together on the once empty end of the beach. "One of these is yours, so like Emery said, you can just go inside and check each one until you find some of your stuff in a trunk in there." Samantha considered taking the lead and finding his hut for him but even she knew that it might be invasive to look through everyone's trunks. Plus, the few sentimental items that everyone seemed to have in their trunks would probably trigger emotions and she knew that it was probably best to allow him to go through it on his own.

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Annalise Lambert Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Donald Alec Banks
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Things started to calm down, if only slightly. The man who seemed to be in charge gave her an apology for her daughter. 'Thank you. I just can't help but worry you know?' Another woman appeared practically radiating joy. Macie couldn't help but smile at her. Her fondness for the woman was growing and it only got bigger when she rushed to her side.

'Oh....it's just a lot to take in...' She patted the woman's hand. 'Thank you though....uh....Oh um.....Annalise.' Macie nodded at the man who introduced everyone and stood.

'I'm Macie O'Connell. Nice to meet you all....even with what's going on.' Her smile grew as she gazed to each person.

Most of them are nice. But the Cass girl doesn't seem to like me much. Let's see if I can fix that.

Taking a deep, not so calming breath she trudged after Cass. Upon reaching the woman she stuck a hand out. 'Hello Cass. I'm sorry about my arival. You probably don't enjoy screaming, crying people. But I hope we can start over?' Her head tilted to the said at this last question and Macie looked very thoughtful. Now all that was left to do was see if she could make a friend.

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Chris Larkin Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Donald Alec Banks
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The tension seemed to die down with the finish of Emery's speech. This was only the began, though, and Cassidy knew better than to expect that things would be flawless now that everyone understood, for the most part, what was going on. Just because Sam's new catch had calmed down and walked off with her didn't mean that he wasn't going to still be a dick, and just because the wailing mother's tears had subsided didn't mean that she wasn't still a maniac. Six new people meant that there would be a lot more noise and a lot more people to annoy her. It would take some getting used to, especially on Cassidy's part, but she hoped that they would at least keep their drama and problems away from her.

Emery stepped town from his makeshift stage and began to speak with the mother and the woman who had called him pretty boy. She couldn't hear what they were saying and she mostly didn't care. He had to be nice to everyone; it was a responsibility that came with his role. Although there was still one new person missing, Cassidy had quenched her curiosity and didn't feel the need to wait around all day to see the last new person. They would be living together for, well... forever, and knowing the person for a few extra minutes wasn't worth the frenzy that the first few minutes brought on.

"I won't disagree with you on that," Cass murmured in response to Oliver's prediction that headaches would be a lot more common now. "I'm going t-," she began to excuse herself from his company when the crazy mother separated from her group and headed straight for Cassidy. She met the girl's gaze and even though she saw it coming, she was surprised that the girl had the nerve to approach her, and then call her Cass. She had overheard Donald introduce her as that so she really couldn't blame the girl, but they definitely were not on a nickname basis. Although she noticed that the girl held out a hand for her to shake, Cassidy didn't acknowledge it. She wasn't trying to be a "mean girl" or bitch, since Effy did well enough with that role on her bad days, but she still wasn't fond of the girl at all, and Cassidy was never one to hide her feelings. "Didn't you hear Emery? You already got your chance to start over today," she said plainly. She held her gaze for a moment before turning to Oliver. "I'll catch you later." She gave him a small, but genuine smile before swiftly turning and disappearing into the brush.

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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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The girl he was speaking with introduced herself as Samantha, or Sam since they were "friends". As assertive as she was, she really didn't seem that crazy and he knew that she was probably the best he was going to get around here. Before they took more than a few steps away from the waterfall, a redheaded girl bounded towards them. Charlie instincively took a step backwards to leave space for her to embrace Sam. The two were clearly friends but Charlie was baffled by this girl's cheerful demeanor. Was it really possible that a girl like this had killed herself? She spoke about how he and Sam would look "cute" together before quickly retracting her statement, probably sensing how uncomfortable the situation was getting. Charlie chuckled, trying not to make it seem any worse, but he was glad when Sam didn't comment on it and continued to lead him away from the crowd.

She was leading him through a tropical forest and although she was able to navigate it well, Charlie had to focus on his surroundings to make sure that he didn't trip over a tree root or knock his head on a low branch. "I was born on Long Island and have been living in Manhattan for a little over a year now. I go... or went to... New York University," he responded to he inquiry about his origins. He would have reciprocated the question but before he could, they stepped out of the forest and onto a sandy beach. Had he not been sopping wet from head to toe, he would have paused to admire the simple beauty of the place. However, his cold clothes were sticking to his skin and even his shoes were filled with pools of water, so he took Sam's advice and began to walk towards the huts. He was halfway towards the first one when he turned back and smiled at her. "Thanks for the help. I owe you one."

He was surprised to find that the hut he entered was actually nice inside. It wasn't luxurious or anything, but it also didn't appear to be made by anyone on the island. It was sturdy and homey, with a bed and trunk in the main room, and a small bathroom attached to it. He followed Emery and Sam's direction and pulled the top off of the trunk that was placed in front of his bed, and instantly knew the hut was his. Inside were a couple of outfits that he had left in his closet in New York, as well as a framed photo of he and his family, a patchwork quilt that his grandmother had made for him years ago (and that he had honestly forgot existed until now), and a signed Eli Manning football that his father had gotten him from the 2012 Superbowl game. They were nice reminders of home and even though none of them were been extremely sentimental to him when he was alive, they made his chest clench up now. He pulled the quilt out and placed it, still folded, on his bed, on top of the blanket that was already there. He left the football and photo inside of the trunk for now, but did change out of his wet clothes and into a dry t-shirt and pair of shorts. There was a pair of sandals in the trunk, but he opted to go barefoot since he didn't plan on leaving his little home for a good while now that he was finally alone. He opened the door only once to hang his drenched clothes over the banister in front of the hut to hopefully dry, before flopping onto his bed.

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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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Just as Ford had expected, the others were beginning to return from the waterfall. First came Sam and a boy who looked to be her age. They separated when they reached the new huts, but not before the male turned back to thank her for her help and to claim that he "owed her one". Ford tried not to think anything of it. Although he and Sam did hook up occasionally, he convinced himself that that was all it was: playful hookups to help pass the time. There probably were no real feelings between he and Sam, but he still would be offended if she started to mess around with that kid over him. If not offended, at least a bit embarrassed. He considered calling out to her once the boy had closed the door behind him, but more emerging voices caught his attention.

As he peered towards their direction, he made out an unfamiliar brunette and a very familiar redhead. Annalise was notable in more ways than just her unique hair color. She was the definition of exuberant and possessed the seemingly rare ability to look at everything in a positive light. Based solely on her personality, Ford felt like it would be hard for anyone to dislike her, but add in her beauty and it seemed impossible. He instinctively smiled even before she noticed him and came over, but when she did approach, he didn't make an effort to hide his grin. Ford was known for being pretty relaxed and goofy, so it wasn't out of character for him.

"I woke up late and figured you guys could handle the six of 'em on your own. Hell, I'm sure that Cass and Effy could've given the bunch a warm welcome on their own," he joked, somewhat surprised that he didn't see either of the girls on the beach. Cassidy seemed to just be naturally unfriendly and if Effy was having a bad day, she was probably worse than Cassidy, so he was surprised that both girls would be making an effort to greet the new people. He hopped down from his seat on the railing and took a step towards Anna. "So, how do they all seem? Gimme the 411."