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SHANE

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shane has been up for awhile, since her impromptu trip into the jungle to get sick. she hadn’t been able to go back to sleep after all of it. there was no point because the nausea kept coming in waves. so instead, she separated from the group, climbing up to one of the small rocky cliffs on the edge of the beach, only about 10 feet up. the sun had finally come up and she was sure that the others would start to wake up soon. it was hard to stay asleep with the sun shining in everyone’s eyes. god, what she would give for a pair of sunglasses right about now. shane had been lost in thought, trying to figure out how she was going to make it through all of this any longer if this was just the start of her withdraw. she didn’t notice blair was walking along the beach until she heard her in the water, talking to herself. “what song would you pick to dance along the beach to?” shane called out from her spot on the rocks, not really thinking how she could have just scared the girl by talking out of no where. 

she hadn’t been expecting anyone to answer her as she mumbled words to herself on the beach. it took everything in blair not to jump at the sound of shane’s voice, not to mention trying to keep her balance as the waves crashed against her calves. she hadn’t noticed how far into the water she had actually gone, but now that shane had knocked her out of her reverie, she was quickly retreating back to the sand. “huh?” she called over to where shane was sitting, her eyes squinting against the sun rising over them. once the question registered in her mind, she took a beat to respond, mulling over the multitude of songs that her and her dance team had compiled onto a playlist, vowing one day they’d come up with choreography for each of them. her lips tugged into a smile at the memory before looking back at shane to answer. “maybe ocean eyes by billie eilish. seems fitting, no? plus i feel like beaches are made for slow dancing or ballet. -- what about you? well, if you’d dance.”

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✘ OPEN STARTER

there wasn’t much that had really kept blair cognizant of everything going on around her since the girls washed up on the island -- she hardly reacted when jillian died. all of it just felt too ... surreal. and there was the constant thought of not going home that lingered at the back of her mind, nagging her at every waking moment. it was early in the morning, blair was sure none of the other girls were awake ( though she didn’t actually check ), and she decided to take a walk. beaches were never really her thing, growing up in pittsburgh and the hectic schedule her family adhered to didn’t allow for beach trips. but the sounds of the waves was enough to calm her down, surprisingly enough. she’d been walking for a few paces before her feet slowly started to assume their natural positions, as if she were warming up for dance. she propped up on her tip toes before doing a short pirouette, landing with a small splash in the water. “i wish i had music,” she mumbled to herself.

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DIVYA

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“You know worse?” The disbelief was evident in Divya’s tone and expression. “Right. Can you elaborate on that? Because I’m seriously wondering how she gets topped.” Jillian straight-up did not refer to them by their actual names, addressed them like they were second-class citizens, not to mention the way she walked around the island like she was top dog. Considering the response she’d received from Cherry and now this, Divya wondered if it really was just a her problem. Like her being jealous of Jillian or something, wishing she had that type of confidence or know-how. It sounded like something her therapist would say anyway. Not that she wanted to be thinking of Dr. Johnstone at the moment. Though, once she made it back home, she definitely had to give her a call. Lots to unpack from this supposed weekend-long holiday. Lots.

blair shifted uncomfortably in the sand where she had been sitting. her eyes traveled over to where jillian was, taking in the blonde’s stature, the way she carried herself. honestly, she had the perfect look and persona for a beauty queen. the take-no-shit attitude was one blair’s mother had tried to instill in her at an early age, to no avail. “yeah, worse. i do pageants. -- well ... i did pageants, you know, before all this. and those girls were always nasty and backstabbing. literally the definition of the devil in heels and drowned in chanel with an LV bag hanging from their wrist. compared to them,” blair tore her eyes away from the blonde and looked back over at divya, “jillian is a saint. besides, at least someone is taking charge, you know? we’re not running around with our heads cut off or something.”

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AGNIESZKA

despite her first interaction with the ocean — waking up on a floating piece of debris — she found its presence calming. as long as she wasn’t in it. as long as her feet were still firmly planted to the ground. she had left her shirt and sweater out on a rock to dry, so she clutched her chest to protect herself from the ocean breeze, scantily clad in a cheap bralette. she knew she should have worn that sporta bra she left on her bed at home. 

agnes hadn’t actually noticed the person a few feet down the shore from her until she heard a mumbled fuck. she turned her head, eyes flickering from the other’s profile to the gash in her arm, a startled gasp escaping past her lips as she quickly approached her. “is it painful?” she asks quietly, wincing at the mere sight of it. “i think we should wrap it.” 

blair’s eyes shot up at the brunette, shaking her head slightly. “no, it doesn’t hurt,” she conceded, getting to a standing position and showing the wound more clearly to the other. now that she had thrown some water over it, washed the dried blood away, it honestly didn’t look that bad. it was still definitely an open wound, but she assumed infection could be minimal considered she’d washed it out. though salt water might not have been the best option, it was something. she bites the inside of her cheek, looking at the half naked girl in front of her. “wrap it with what? we’ll probably need these clothes so we shouldn’t go ripping them apart. unless you know of some first aid kit laying around somewhere.”

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JOCELYN

Taking a much needed breather, Jocelyn was sitting on top of her puffer jacket on the sand, her knees bent and her arms snaked comfortably around them as she sunned her face delicately. Instead of trying to recall the exact moments before their plane sharply decended from the sky and the certain horror that trasnspired afterward, she was trying to dry her clothes and enjoy the weather in the process.

Her brief respite was swiftly halted, the moment she heard the other girl grumbling to herself as she dropped to her knees in the shallow water only a few metres away. It was enough to convince Joss to open her eyes for the first time in at least ten minutes or more. It was then that she saw the blood, “Oh fuck,” she cursed, no more eloquently than Blair had, “Do you need to- I think you need to bloody- what’s it called,” she could visualise the device and even some of the letters, she just couldn’t put them together in the right order, though she was certain she knew what she meant, “-tornicate that,” she suggested, a moment later, making a tugging motion in the air to aid her explanation, though it wasn’t really doing much.

at the voice, blair squinted over at the blonde who was speaking to her. she hadn’t been paying much attention to her surroundings, but hey, at least she wasn’t alone, right? she chuckled slightly at the girl’s inability to formulate the right word, though it wasn’t like blair knew much about first aid herself. her knowledge didn’t go past neosporin and band-aids or icing bruises. she’d never had a wound this big or even seen one in real life. “it’s not bleeding anymore, so it’s fine, right? do you know much about first aid? i honestly can’t really get a scar from this shit.” my mom would kill me, she added silently to herself.

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WILLOW

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“That looks…” Will paused, coming up behind a girl probing a gash on her arm. Blood was fine–she wasn’t some feinting flower and the sight of it didn’t bother her in the slightest–but that didn’t mean she had the slightest clue what to do about it. “Not good,” she finished. “Should probably ask around, see if anyone’s into first aid or lifeguarding or whatever.” Infection was a killer–that much she knew. Last thing anyone wanted while they waited for rescue was to have to perform amateur surgery with a few sticks, rocks, hopes and dreams. 

the sound of a voice behind her made blair jump slightly. she had to keep reminding herself that she wasn’t alone out here -- and that she would probably never know privacy again. “it’s fine,” she mumbled as she stood up from where she was crouched. honestly, the pain had subsided and it wasn’t bleeding anymore, so there wasn’t really anything left for her to do. except maybe put a bandage over it, but she doubted any of that was just lying around in everything that had washed up from the wreckage. “um, wanna’ help me find a first aid kit? one had to have been on the plane, right?” she started farther down the beach to where some of the supplies had washed up. “i’m blair, by the way.”

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✘ OPEN STARTER

so much had happened in the past few hours that blair hadn’t even really noticed the tear in her black hoodie. maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through her veins or maybe it was because she felt disconnected from everything, but the pain didn’t really hit her until she was standing barefoot on the sand, waves crashing into her ankles. with a hiss, she pulled off her hoodie, revealing a bloody gash on her upper arm just below where her t-shirt sleeve ended. she pushed on it slightly, quickly sucking in air through her teeth because of the pain. “fuck,” she mumbled to herself as she kneeled down to scoop up some water to rub on the wound. she wasn’t sure if any first aid supplies had washed up earlier, but she didn’t really feel like asking any of the other girls either. so the saltwater of the ocean would have to do for now. at least the wound was small and had already stopped bleeding.

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CHERELLE

surviving a plane crash and being forced stranded on an island with complete strangers wasn’t enough to set her off, but all of the stuffed animals that washed up ?    that had her inching towards her breaking point.   “ was there supposed to be an age-regression theme i didn’t know about ?  ”    irritation in her voice when she calls out to whoever was closest to her,   although her attitude likely came from the disappointment she felt when she realized that pink, furry teddy-bear  buried in the sand wasn’t her pink, furry flask.    just a fucking teddy bear.     “ i’m half expecting to find a goddam pacifier next. ”  she uses the toe part of her shoe to kick said belonging aside, only to kneel and unveil the three cans of strawberry bubly she had been able to collect.   “  not sure anyone would drink this shit for the pleasure but - ta da.  ”

there wasn’t really much that blair was expecting to wash up on the shore, but the one thing she was hoping to find? her comfort item -- a battered stuffed rabbit. she’d searched along the other items, finding other miscellaneous stuffed animals until finally coming across her beloved rabbit ( named velvet after the velveteen rabbit, one of her favorite books as a kid ). the poor thing reeked of fish and saltwater, but it was still shockingly in tact. she tucked it under her arm before searching to see if anything else of hers had washed up when she heard a voice coming from a few feet away. the girl’s words made blair shrink, tucking the rabbit into her hoodie and out of sight. she wasn’t going to approach the other, not wanting to set off something that she didn’t really want to get into, but she saw a glint in the sand. heading over, she peered down, eyes squinting at the cans. “what are those? sparkling water?”

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DIVYA

           We need to rally up and find a common place to gather. We can’t keep dicking around left and right. It’s a waste of energy. If night fall comes and you’re on the other side of this island, it’s your fucking loss.

Now it wasn’t like Jillian wasn’t making a very valid point but there was definitely a kinder way to go about making it. Divya sighed, listening on as Jillian continued to make sense in the most demeaning way possible. 

“Is it just me or is she a nasty piece of work?” She asked the person sitting beside her. Divya didn’t like to make a habit of talking about other people unkindly, but God, man, there was just something about Jillian and the way she addressed you that really didn’t sit right with her. 

to be completely honest, blair hadn’t been paying much attention to the world around her for the past few hours. she was cognizant of all of the gathering of supplies and short conversations with the girls that she’d had since she woke up on the beach, but nothing really stuck in her mind. currently, she was fumbling with a piece of driftwood -- no real purpose in her mind as to what to do with it. maybe start a fire? she vaguely remembered something her father told her once about how to start a fire when she didn’t have a match or lighter, but now she was drawing a blank. besides, beauty queens didn’t need survival skills. well, until now.

“sorry?” she mumbled, eyes slowly drawing from the piece of wood to the girl sitting beside her. she hadn’t been focusing on what jillian had been going on about, honestly, her mind was a million other places. “oh, um ... i’unno, she’s not that bad? i know worse people back home and that’s without, you know, the situation we’re in now.”

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Episode 5, Matthew 7:13

Warrior Nun (2020-)

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BLAIR MACHADO ( ALBA BAPTISTA ) is an EIGHTEEN year old teenager from PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA. SHE is known around the island as THE LOST SOUL because she is EMPATHETIC and OUTGOING but can also be PESSIMISTIC and MISGUIDED. SHE reminds me of pageant trophies lining the shelf, a spilled bottle of chanel no. 5, soft smiles, and princess waves.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: blair machado NICKNAMES: bee, matcha BIRTHDAY: july 17th, 2002 AGE: eighteen HOMETOWN: pittsburgh, pennsylvania BIRTHPLACE: lisbon, portugal RELIGION: roman catholic (non-practicing) ETHNICITY: portuguese, brazilian NATIONALITY: portuguese, brazilian, american EDUCATION: high school senior RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single SOCIAL CLASS: upper middle

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HEIGHT: 5′3″ EYES: brown HAIR: brown BUILD: petite DISTINGUISHING MARKS: tiny scar on her knee from a surgery, small sunflower tattoo on the inside of her wrist NOTABLE FEATURES: talks with a slight portuguese accent inherited from her father PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: n/a ALLERGIES: n/a

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR

HOBBIES: dance, pageantry (if that’s even a hobby), reading LIKES: dancing, lengthy novels, podcasts, dogs DISLIKES: school, pageantry, cats QUIRKS: is a bit of a contortionist, would rather curse in portuguese than english STRENGTHS: organized, core strength, agile WEAKNESSES: emotional, anxious, tendency to zone out POSITIVE TRAITS: empathetic, outgoing, kind-hearted NEGATIVE TRAITS: pessimistic, misguided, stubborn MENTAL DISABILITIES: n/a

SHARE 5 FUN FACTS ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER

one: blair has won over 50 pageants from the time she was three until now. her room is decorated with trophies, tiaras, medals, and ribbons from pageants. two: she’s captain of her dance team at school and has been offered admission into a dance program in los angeles after graduation. three: her family owns two german shepherds. wilma is four years old and francis is two years old. blair probably loves her dogs more than she loves herself. four: she has a pretty big following on tiktok thanks to her dancing. because dance is the only thing that really makes her happy, she’s resorted to posting short videos online that show off her talents. five: her father is from lisbon, portugal and her mother is from são paulo, brazil. they met while going to school in england, got married in lisbon, and had blair after their first year of marriage before moving to pittsburgh when blair was two. she holds citizenship in america, portugal, and brazil.

WHAT WAS YOUR CHARACTER WEARING ON THE FLIGHT?

a black nike crewneck with thin white strips going down the sleeves worn over a baby pink dance tee, black yoga leggings with pockets on both pant-legs, yellow and white checkered vans slip-ons

PLEASE LIST 3 PERSONAL ITEMS OF YOUR CHARACTER THAT WASHED UP ON SHORE

1. astoundingly enough, her favorite pair of nike tennis shoes. they’re black with the white nike swoosh on the side. the ocean did a number on them, though, and they’re pretty water-logged. 2. her gatorade water bottle that she had with her carry-on. the lid was lost somewhere in the ocean, but the rest of the bottle is in good shape -- once she cleans out the seaweed, of course. 3. her stuffed rabbit that she’s had since she was a kid. it’s one of her most prized possessions, so she’s pretty excited that it was recovered, even if it smells of salt water and fish.

EXTRAS

+ pinterest

+ playlist:

1. evermore - taylor swift / 2. a little too much - shawn mendes / 3. 45 - bleachers / 4. i lost a friend - finneas / 5. be my mistake - the 1975 / 6. drivers license - olivia rodrigo / 7. lo vas a olvidar - rosalia & billie eilish / 8. happy - julia michaels

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