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danielle can now be found here.

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           she'd become accustomed to a certain degree of normality within her own little universe.   sure , it was a life so unlike the one she’d lived before , but it had it’s own routines.   hunting ,  hiding , sleeping ,  cleaning her meat ,  mapping the island.  it was a basic combination of few simple tasks. what wasn’t part of that routine was the plane that came crashing down days ago ,  landing somewhere among the sandy beaches and the water.   she’d immediately gone into hiding , because a crash meant possible survivors , and survivors were a dangerous variable , one that could throw everything in any one direction , meaning the danger of her being found , and of angering the others , the ones that stayed hidden upon the island.   but her supplies had run low and so danielle made a trip along well known paths into the forest , searching mostly for boar , unwilling to take down anything bigger , anything that would draw too much attention.  she’s walking silently along her usual route , gun held at her side , feet stepping only in predetermined locations , picking the quietest spots to distribute her weight.   but suddenly there’s a voice , a flash of blonde hair a few feet up , and danielle stops dead , rifle lifted and aiming at the girl’s brightly colored tee shirt.   the girl looks in her direction , she’d been heard.  she was trapped in a discussion she didn’t want , with a possibly dangerous stranger.  ʺ   tell me your name.   ʺ     she answers ,  voice soft , sliding through the forest seemingly unobstructed by the trees.

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          clarke had never given much thought to airplanes; flying in them or what would happen if one were to crash. although, given her lifestyle and tendency to travel, she probably should have at some point. not that it would have mattered. as it happened, she didn’t remember much of the crash. the initial panic, sure. but once the oxygen masks had dropped and pieces of the plane had started to break off, clarke couldn’t remember much. not until she woke up on the edge of the beach, thrown from the plane. it was a miracle that she had only sustained minor injuries  —  a broken wrist and a few burns along her arm. she’d easily set the wrist, wrapping it the best she could with some material she found, and cleaned the wounds as much as possible. it was a quick fix, in hopes that rescue would come, and then everyone could be taken care of properly. but days had passed, and no one ever came. clarke had started to get restless. braver. wandering away from the safety of the beach. the absolute quiet of the trees was therapeutic to her in a way, and each time she managed to slip away, she’d go a little bit farther. and this time, she’d absolutely went too far. blue eyes scan her surroundings, small flicker of fear blossoming in her chest, worry that she wouldn’t be able to make it back to the beach before nightfall. but it quickly disappears at the sound of leaves rustling, head snapping in that direction.   “—hello?”   small pause, tongue wetting her lips as she swallows thickly, feet taking a step in that direction.   “is someone there?”

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like for a short back-and-forth.

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like this if you’re interested in interacting.

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//: INDIE. DANIELLE ROUSSEAU FROM ‘LOST’. PORTRAYED BY ANGELA.

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                              as soon as they'd hit american soil  ,   they were swamped by different groups of people in suits  ,     all boasting badges and different acronyms she'd never heard.   they ushered danielle and her daughter onto another plane ,    stripped her of her gun and the blade that was hooked in her waistband.    immediately she felt the effects of this new way of life .   she'd flown on airplanes before ,  lifetimes ago ,   but it never felt like this.   she was never poked and prodded and searched for weapons ,  stripped of her canteen.   everywhere she looked there were people holding little devices ,  strings running to their ears ,   all sorts of technology that she'd never seen before.    they're ushered into a small room ,    danielle and alex together.   it's away from all the people taking pictures ,   a small space with only a table and two chairs.     and it's there that danielle finds herself anxiously pacing back and forth ,   measuring out hte length of the room.   it was strange ,   being indoors after all these years.    how everything was made of straight lines and sharp corners ,   pearly white surfaces and pristine floors.   it's nothing like the life she's lived for sixteen years.

❛   où diable sommes nous? et pourquoi nous ont-ils mis dans une cage?   ❜     she speaks more to herself than to alex ,   if only because she's sure that her daughter doesn't speak her native language.    strange how things turned out.    they ought to be living in some upscale neighborhood ,   she should be teaching her daughter how to drive.    instead they're in some boring room with blank walls in a strange ,  foreign country.     finally she slows ,   casting a somber glance onto her daughter ,    ❛    are you   ——     are you doing okay ,  alexandra  ?  ❜   /  @viablesolution

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viindicia.

    denying that she no longer tried to escape the island only proved useless with this woman,   if anyone could see the desire someone had to leave the island it was the woman before her.   ❝  &  settling for this is any better ? ❞    with the length of time the woman had been there,  adapting to it was a necessity  &  it was one juliet had to begin the second she left the others.     ❝  i would stop if i didn’t have my sister waiting for me to come home.  ❞    it was only a hope that she was going to be forgotten by her sister the way it continued to feel when no one showed up to search for them.   the reminder that her sister  NEEDS  her is the one that lets her believe that there has to be a way for them to escape this island.

   ❝  does it surprise you ?   ❞   the people that inspired her to go into the medical field praised the work in reference to other sources.  the translation had been one juliet had to adapt to  &  she was sure that some significance had been lost with the language      it was still an accomplishment in her eyes.     ❝  i  -  i tried,   before i let them down like everyone else has.  ❞   the challenge of helping them when no one else was able to was a task she wanted to work through,   but to do anything successfully on this island seemed impossible.    ❝  i was supposed to help them,   but i can’t.  ❞   no matter what she did,  it made her wonder if the treatments she had given them only made their chances of survival  WORSE.   it only makes coming here feel like more of a mistake than she originally felt.

                    THERE IS NO SETTLING.  there is only the harsh realization that they will never escape.  she had tried for the better part of two decades and each effort was in vain.  no one was coming to rescue them ,   and more likely than not ,  the world outside had forgotten about her.   her entire team had disappeared , sure ,  but that was over sixteen years ago.  surely bigger things had happened since ,  other horrific events to erase their disappearance from anyone's memory.   a glance towards the blonde ,  and she bites back what she wants to say.   that no one was waiting for her ,  and that the same was probably true for juliet.  they were erased from the world upon their disappearance , and it no longer mattered if they were able to get back or not.   in truth ,   danielle would no longer be able to adjust to the life she lived before.  she had adjusted to the island ,  learned how to survive ,  was conditioned to attack.  all she had left were the skills she needed for survival.  ❛   i'm not  settling.  ❜   she answers softly ,  ❛  i'm accepting the truth. ❜

❛  yes.   it does.  ❜    the fact that she still existed outside of this island ,  that she was still a name in the footnotes of research papers and regarded as credible in textbooks.   surely things had changed since juliet got to the island as well ,   but it was nice to know that her work hadn't been in vain.  that she'd helped people ,  she'd made a difference.   danielle clears her throat ,  raising a hand to run it through a mess of brown hair that she hasn't bothered to fix.    ❛  you know ,  i ——   i had a baby on this island.  ❜   a pause as she's brought face to face with a past she prefers to forget ,  ❛  i would have given anything to have a doctor like you there.  ❜

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fatecrossed   /   @roseshued·

                   dark eyes move along her body in examination.  her condition was…  maybe questionable,  for lack of a more specific word coming to his mind,  but it didn’t look like she’d been in an accident.  the weapon,  the defensiveness in her body stance  ––  something about all of it said that this was her home and somehow he was the intruder.  and yet he sees no walls,  no house,  not even a cabin.  just thick forestry.  the gun pointed at him makes him uneasy even if under a different circumstance he could understand why it was there.  chapped lips are wet uneasily,  gaze dropping to the bone that stuck out from his wrist once more.  but it snapped back up quickly when the woman,  danielle,  offered answers.  an island.  not exactly what he’d expected.  sure,  they’d been over water,  but…  this hadn’t been the end destination.  for a brief moment,  he can’t remember what had been.

                   “shit.”  an utterly human response,  a lack of anything more eloquent to be said.  can you walk?  the question processed slowly but ben gave a nod of his head even if he couldn’t be sure.  he used his good wrist to push himself up,  first to his knees,  then to his beet.  bones and muscles ache in resistance,  but he can stand.  “yeah,  i–”  a cough interrupted his speech,  a bit of blood spluttering out from his lips.  “i’m good.  i’m good to walk.”  good as a general answer might have been pushing it a bit.

       NOT  EVERYONE  CAN   push through the pain and pretend it didn't exist.   she'd seen others bend and break beneath those type of wounds.  and if he were one of them ,  surely danielle would have left him there to die. she wasn't about to risk her skin for someone who was going to die anyway.  and if you couldn't withstand a little pain , then you certainly wouldn't survive the island.   her gaze lingers upon his wounds for a moment ,   waiting for him to snap out of his own thoughts.  surely it was a lot to process ,  an unimaginable trauma.  shock could be a cruel beast ,  another obstacle which needed to be overcome if he wanted to survive. a nod when he answers ,  wasting no time in turning to survey their surroundings and identifying the most easily navigated trail.  ❛  good. we can’t stay in the open.  ❜   she answers definitively ,  hand still placed upon her gun ,  but allowing it to aim away from the man.   ❛  it'd be best for you to keep up.  i won't wait.  ❜    again her lack of socialization makes itself blaringly apparent.

she watches him from the corner of her eye ,  careful to never turn her back.  it doesn't matter that he's wounded ,  he could still pose a threat if he had any training , or enough adrenaline.  gaze dances over the trees ,  searching out movement before ducking beneath a branch.   ❛   how many of you were there ?  ❜    she has little time for formalities anymore ,  all that matters is security.

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new themes.

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“Knowing someone isn’t coming back doesn’t mean you ever stop waiting.”

— Toby Barlow   (via drapetomania)

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              WITH THE MEASURED step that the other takes forward ,  danielle takes two back.  she ,  like a wild animal ,  will not be cornered ,  neither physically or emotionally.     but she can't help the sudden vulnerability she feels at having admitted her desires to the other.   for a solitary , guilty moment , she can't help but wonder if she truly wanted juliet ,  or just wanted someone.  anyone that understood and didn't mind that she would never be the normal partner they wanted. ❛  yes.  ❜    she answers solemnly ,   eyes still averted to avoid an possible influence the other may attempt to give otherwise.   she's retreating into herself ,  closing off all the doorways that had been opened ,  and moving the bookshelves to stop them from opening again.    ❛   no ,   you couldn't.  ❜    because it never would have worked.  maybe if they had met twenty years ago ,   before all of this ,  before the person she was forced to become upon this island ,  then it would have been different.   but no matter where juliet goes from here ,  danielle knows that she won't be there.  she is destined for the island ,  designed to live upon it alone.   /  @viindicia  ( X )

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            WEDGED WITHIN THE hollowed core of a great banyan fig tree ,  danielle knows they are safe from the beast.   as long as they stay there and stay quiet.   like many things on the island ,  it's something she doesn't understand.   but it is a respected power nonetheless.  like a wild animal ,  as long as it was given the space and honor that it deserved ,  they would be fine.  she doesn't bother to speak until the creature's roars have faded and given way to the subtle sounds of the island ,   birds that begin to sing onc emore ,  and gentle breezes that shift the branches.     ❛   i don't know.  ❜   she answers honestly.  because although she had seen it before ,  she didn't have a name for it and had no way of explaining it to someone.   it was nothing more than another inhabitant of the island. it was something that was purely experienced , and only then , truly understood.

  ❛   we ought to move before it comes back.  this tree won't protect us from everything.  ❜  / @burningvermilion ( x )

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oktva.

‘  not  at  all  ‘    she  responds  as  her  own  feet  begin  to  catch  up  with  the  other.  if  octavia  was  being  honest  ,  she  held  JEALOUSY  for  the  other  woman.  how  she  had  managed  to  live  away  from  everyone  successfully  and  still  managed  to  THRIVE.  away  from  the  trials  and  tribulations  which  arose  from  living  amongst  such a  large  CLAN  of  people.  most  of  which  you  did  not  see  eye  to  eye  with.  however  being  HIDDEN  AWAY  from  civilization  for  the  first  fifteen  years  of  ones  life  did  create  a  wall  when  it  came  to  such  relations  such  as  that.  it  was  thoughts  like  those  that  kept  her  mute  until  she  had  realized  the  two  had  walked  a  good  length  without  speaking.  and  the  silence  alone  was  quickly  becoming  maddening.  leading  the  younger  of  the  two  to  spark  up  even  the  most  basic  of  question.      ‘  how  long  have  you  been  alone  out  here  ??  ‘

        HAVING BEEN REMOVED from society for so long ,   she no longer remembers how to act in a socially acceptable matter.   she doesn't know how to hold a normal conversation which didn't include prying questions or pointed threats.  those were things long lost for the woman.  so she falls into her normal pace quite easily ,  moving almost soundlessly through the undergrowth ,   ducking under low hanging branches and stepping over logs without paying them much attention.  she moves fast ,   the quicker the better.  less time spent in the open meant a lower chance of being seen or attacked.  there were no safe places out there.    she doesn't even seem to notice the silence until the younger girl speaks.  glance is cast over her shoulder ,  as though surprised to find that the girl was still there before continuing to move.  a weighted question to say the least ,  and when you were barely clinging to sanity as it was ,  keeping time became a difficult task.   a heavy exhale ,  ❛  ——  i stopped counting a long time ago ,   sometime after 5,000 days.   i didn't think it mattered anymore.  ❜    /  @bldreina·

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guttersniper.

you’re lying. you’re lying. no such thing as a good man. guilty, always guilty. never innocent. it dawns on him then, in that moment, hidden in the thick foliage, that this is what he sounds like. they’re alike in more ways than perhaps they both realize. he needs to get her somewhere safe. he needs to get back to the camp. hesitantly, he admits that they probably are worried about him. “ i’m not. “ it is one thing to be a liar for survival. another thing to be accused of lying by a friend. ( acquaintance. whatever him and danielle were. kindred souls? )

“ it would be stupid to lie about something like that. “ he knows well enough the pain of being betrayed, being told someone cares and then plainly seeing they don’t. he knows what it’s like being alone, being on edge all hours of the day, being – scared out of your wits but having to keep going. “ okay. we’re in the clear. let’s go. “

       GAZE  NARROWS  CONSIDERABLY  ,   pinning him with daggers if only because she cannot bring herself to trust ,   when the only people she has met upon this island have turned against her ,   took her child and cast her out to die alone.     she watches him carefully ,  never allowing him to slip from view ,   while attempting to discern the validity of his statement.   they barely knew each other ,  they hadn't talked about the fact that she killed the man she loved ,   or that she heard voices from the shadows of the trees.   perhaps then he would change his mind ,  and title her CRAZY.   hit wouldn't be the first time someone attempted to gain her favor.  in order to use her.  be it for survival or for her weapons.   they believe her to be an easy target because she's alone.  but what they don't know ,   is that she has fine tuned these survival skills.  she knows the edge of a blade better than a lover's touch.   nevertheless ,   she doesn't attempt to argue the point with him any farther.

❛  i won't  ——  ❜    she stops short ,  shifting her weight and increasing the space between them.   a safety bubble to keep herself protected ,  to keep him at a distance.    ❛   i cannot go with you.  ❜    she is not welcome among his people.   they don't trust her for all the same reasons that she can't trust them.

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//: INDIE. DANIELLE ROUSSEAU FROM ‘LOST’. PORTRAYED BY ANGELA.

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“stormy seas” - deathmaarch.

SEND “STORMY SEAS” FOR YOUR MUSE TO FIND MINE WASHED UP ON SHORE. 

tongue drags over her bottom lip ,   tasting the salty water that had splashed over her face and plastered brown hair to her skin.  though most days she wakes with a start ,   this time her draw to consciousness is slow ,  and she stirs little by little ,  attempting to ignore the aches in her shoulders and neck as eyes pull open and blink to brink the world into focus.  she’s not in her usual shelter ,  amidst the tattered blankets and with her rifle tucked safely beneath the metal frame.   no ,  the sand scratches over her skin when she moves ,  and she can feel it beneath her clothes. danielle coughs ,  attempting to choke the water from her lungs as an arm lifts to block the harsh afternoon sun from her eyes.  she’s disoriented ,  and the clashing colors of sun , sky and ocean blur before her.  how did she get here ?    to the water’s edge where each incoming wave laps at her legs.   she made a point to stay away from the water most days ,   it was far too open and left her exposed to enemies.

with a groan that grates against her dry throat ,  she rolls onto her back ,   only then spotting the person looming near ,  just upon the edge of her vision.  she startles ,  hand moving on instinct in an attempt to grab a gun that wasn’t there.   muscles coil and she gasps ,   pulling away despite the exhaustion in her muscles and the thundering heart in her veins.  ❛    ——  who are you  ?!  ❜   /  @deathmaarch

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Stormy Seas!! Idk who's "your muse" and "my muse" BUT where she finds him instead of kelvin 8))

SEND “STORMY SEAS” FOR YOUR MUSE TO FIND MINE WASHED UP ON SHORE.

                                     danielle stops dead in her tracks when she sees something ahead upon the beach.  unmistakeably ,  it’s a person ,   washed up upon the shore of the island like driftwood.  the first person she’s seen in years.  perhaps a trap.   head snaps around to search the treeline for oncoming predators or assailants. only once she’s scanned the horizon in every direction does she turn her gaze back towards the sandy shore.  they’re unmoving ,   the waves still lapping at their lower body.   either dead or unconscious ,  each having it’s own problems.   god knew that creeping towards an unconscious body could be a recipe for disaster.   if she scared him ,  he could attack ,  and god knew what kind of person he was.    not to mention the fact that she wouldn’t put it past people that stole babies , to use a body as a trap.

and so ,   when she approaches ,  her gun is raised , finger resting upon the trigger in preparation to fight should she need to. expression is stern ,  prepared for any sign of trouble.   always better safe than sorry. a lesson she learned far too late.   her approach is slow and careful ,   tip-toeing across the sand ,   any noise hidden beneath the crash of the waves.  strange ,   that he is all alone ,  as though created by the ocean itself.  any plane or boat would have other passengers.  but it’s just him.

once near enough ,  head tilts and she uses the toe of worn out shoes to nudge his arm.   only upon deciding that he isn’t faking it , and that he truly is unconscious ,  does she sink to one knee  (   gun balanced upon it  ) ,   a hand extending ,   two fingers pressed to the side of his neck in search of a pulse.    and then ,  more to herself than to him ,   ❛  qui es-tu?  ❜