EPISODE ONE

[teenbab]

[ The flight itself wasn't supposed to be too long - only six hours or so. And up until it all went sideways, it'd been fine; some of the kids had paired off, making small talk with those sat closest to them. Others kept to themselves, tuning out with headphones in or with books. A couple of boys a couple of seats from the front had fallen asleep on each other. Some faces were plastered to the windows, as if there was much else to see other than the vast expanse of ocean.

One minute it'd been smooth sailing, the next there'd been turbulence. And then that's worsened considerably, and it'd rapidly become transparently clear that they were taking a one-way, nose-first detour into the Pacific. Though perhaps by divine intervention or sheer, what're-the-odds chance, the plane had gone down a couple of miles from an island's shoreline.

Some woke up practically washed ashore, others weren't so lucky, left to flounder for any floating debris large enough to hold their weight. Regardless of where or how they woke up, one thing was abundantly clear. They were all equally, undeniably fucked. ]

Comments

[nepharious]

'Toe to shoulder' is standard waking procedure in most foster homes. What a fucking bizarre thing to find comfortingly familiar. Neph slits her eyes open against the sun, and croaks:

"Nope. God wants me to be everybody else's problem still I guess."

[troublegirl]

"Phenomenal."

She says dryly, though she is relieved that she's found someone else. Not enough to make that apparent, but it's the thought that counts right?

Dropping into a careful crouch - because fuck if she doesn't feel like an entire bruise - she looks Neph up and down. She doesn't look bloody and her limbs all look intact, so that's something. Still, there's one thing she should probably check for;

"You cool if I lift your shirt up a sec?"