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“It is lonesome, yes. Nevertheless, live. Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.”

— Gwendolyn Brooks, from “The Second Sermon on the Warpland,” (edited)

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DON’T LOSE YOUR LUGGAGE: TASK 001. 

Due to the experience of travelling by herself for about five years, Thalia learned how to pack the essentials and what was most important to her while on her travels. Normally, Thalia packs light. This time around, knowing she was going to be in Australia for a while, she ended up packing more than usual and some nicer clothing for nice nights out with her brother, the couple adopting her baby, or even going out by herself.

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ON HER PERSON:

an oversized graphic t-shirt.

a comfortable pair of shorts.

her father’s leather belt.

fanny pack ( gum, cash, i.d ).

black converse.

a large bag of sour gummy worms.

IN THE CARRY ON:

two outfits that are matching sets.

one pair of overalls. 

supported running shoes.

a couple different styles of crop-tops becayse they are comfortable, keep her cool during warm weather and no matter how big her belly gets, they'll still fit.

sandles.

a teddy bear she intended on leaving with the baby when she eventually left australia.

an even larger bag of gummy bears.

underwear, socks. maternity bras, maternity bras, and more maternity bras.

a bikini or two.

MISSING ITEMS:

a pink nokia phone.

phone charger.

a 35mm kodak film camera.

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What is your character’s secret wish?

*This is for when the group realizes they aren't getting off the island.

Thalia desperately wishes to be a decent mother. Not even a good mother, a decent one. The history she has when it comes to her own mother leaves Thalia terrified that she doesn't have the necessary tools or emotional stability to be someone's mother. When she talks about her pregnancy, she's nonchalant and confident that she'll be fine, but it's all a sham. Thalia is up most nights, tossing and turning, trying to figure out how to go about taking care of a baby on a deserted island bursting with creatures.  It doesn’t help that Thalia now feels as if she’s now stuck with a child, the child she had intending to give to another couple. They were going to love the baby.  They were going to coddle it, play with it, help it grow. Comfort the baby girl when she had a nightmare, nurse her back to health when she catches a cold. Thalia was just finally getting over the fact she had an unplanned pregnancy, and now she’s going to be an unexpected mother? The universe really slapped her in the face with the ultimately responsibility she’s nowhere near ready for. 

So, yeah. Thalia really, really wishes she’s able to learn along the way and become the mother the child deserves, no matter how difficult it’s going to be.  

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❛ Oh, my god ... Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Is this — is this what I think it is? ❜ On her knees, Thalia whispers to herself as she reaches out to a familiar looking piece of orange luggage that’s covered in various stickers. For the better part of the afternoon, unable to get herself to rest, Thalia had decided to do some searching through mountains of possessions to find her own items. Luck was on her side today and she able to locate and pull out her luggage. The woman can’t help but let out a loud, excited laugh. Her celebration was cut short when she hears someone from the plane. ❛ Hey, yeah, I’m here! ❜ The brunette quickly calls to the voice, but looking around, she doesn’t spot anyone right away. Luggage in hand, Thalia staggers herself to her feet and moves to where the voice had come from. It's not long before concerned eyes focus in on the stranger. ❛ Damn, you good? Do you need help? ❜

Val woke up to a familiar noise. No, not the waves, or the crowd forming nearby trying to make sense of anything. But their side hip beeping, letting them know that their tamagotchi had died. Of course, it'd have to wait.

Not remembering a ton from the actual crash, they emerged and found, of all things, a first aid kit lying near where they were. They didn't need it- somehow, they managed to escape this with just some bruising. But someone might.

"Hello? Is anyone else here?"

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Henry was used to people being rude. He had the kind of personality that seemed to draw out a certain sort of reaction from others, and usually, he didn’t mind; typically, he could shrug off the words, offer a small sardonic smile, and continue on with whatever it was he was previously engaged. Under typical circumstances, though, he wasn’t attempting to shrug off the effects of having banged his head into the chair in front of his while also attempting to balance the natural urge to panic in a crisis and the cool calm that came over him whenever someone needed help. The whiplash of his emotions in that moment was grating. It was enough to make him unpleasant.

“That’s how you want to do this,” he asked, eyebrow raised. Henry had been in the middle of triaging and had walked away for a few minutes to catch his breath only for his gaze to land on the very last person he’d expected to see. Fate certainly had a cruel sense of humor, he thought. A thankless bitch if ever he’d met one. It would be just his luck to be stranded on a strange island with the two people on earth who hated him the most. “What the hell are you doing?” His gaze tracked over her. “You look as if you’re days away from popping and you’ve just gone through a traumatic ordeal. The last thing you should be doing is manual labor.” How quickly he’d slipped into doctor mode, assessing the damage even if she hadn’t given him any indication that there was any damage to assess.

Happy fucking New Year, indeed.

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Thalia was glad that the day was almost over. It was the first full day, and it was a long one. Thalia spent some of it staring out to the sea, waiting for rescue boats or a helicopter to be spotted on the horizon. And when she felt up to it, she talked with a few passengers. She may as well learn a few names with the people she’s shared a traumatic event with. At some point in the afternoon, some grace had been given to Thalia. A simple black journal lay half hidden in the sand while helping separate items and trying to find her luggage. Finding the journal had put Thalia in a good mood. It took her some time to find a pen, but once she had, it took her no time to fill out five pages about the current events that have unraveled leading up to today. Thalia wasn’t sure if she was doing this for herself for when she was going to get off this island and see a doctor properly … or if she was doing this in case anything happned to her.

By now small groups of people had started working together and it was an uplifting sight to witness. Organizing, getting each other upright, fixed up, and hydrated. Of course, there was still the somber side to it all ; the number of injuries and deaths that have happened, the more it could happen as days pass on. Thalia has never exactly been the type of person to look into the future — not until now, apparently. It's funny, or maybe cruel, how a near death experience can change how you've looked at things a certain way your whole life in a matter of moments. Thalia would have liked a different eye-opening experience, but alas ...

Thalia spotted the pilot off by himself, and she contemplated an attempt to have a conversation with him. Typically, Thalia wouldn’t think twice about approaching someone. For the most part she does first and thinks about the consequences later, or while on the way to the destination. Not only that, but Thalia wasn’t sure if she had the energy to carry another dialogue. In the end, decides to make her way over with some food in hand. Humming a small laugh, Thalia doesn’t say anything to the roughed-up pilot right away. She’s concentrating too hard on not tripping over any driftwood, roots, or her own feet that she can’t see anymore. ❛ One passenger is fishing, another is gutting said fish, and a third is cooking. ❜ She explains to him before holding out warm tinfoil with a large fish. It's nothing special, but it's nutrience. ❛ You hungry? ❜

“If you’re here to ask me how or why this happened, think again.” There was still plenty of time left before they ended up getting decked. He’d spent most of his time, since he woke up in the cockpit, evading questions from often angry and demanding passengers. He wasn’t sure whether it was shock or the adrenaline that did it, but he didn’t remember much. He didn’t remember how it was that the commands stopped responding. He didn’t remember how they’d managed to land here. Everything was blurry. He most likely had hit his head at some point too. And people came to him demanding answers, the most polite ones (and the clever ones too) more concerned with when they’d be rescued instead of threatening to sue.

His back resting against a tall palm tree, he’d stepped away from camp, from the people, and the sound of footsteps coming from behind were already proving to be too much for him.

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“diving: an introduction to the anthropology of water,” plainwater, anne carson

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location — the aa78 basecamp. date + time — january 1st, 2000. early-evening. closed starter for jocelyn lau.

In the coming night there was more magic than a soul could ever realize it was possible to wish for. The orange and pink coloured skies are swirled with white clouds that give a softening hue to the atmosphere, clouds are caressed with gently reflected light from the darkening sea. Walking along the shore for what felt like the hundredth time today, a breeze brings a long awaited relief to Thalia’s heated skin and tired bones. All whilst birds arc above, playful upon swirling updrafts. She embraces the sound of nature over the crying and screaming that have filled the area since yesterday. People have since calmed down and a more fatigued, calm tranquility, paired with hushed worrying hovered over the crash sight. 

With her sights trained on the sandy beach and happily minding her own business, Thalia watches as a crab came to the shores. It was pretty, dusky pink and knobbled in the way such crustaceans do. Its eyes raised, then they open good and wide, surprisingly, the crab grew to the size of a tennis ball. And then, with those large orbs and heavy body, the crab twitches before skittering away further down the beach. Thalia can't help but smile as the creature digs itself deep into the sand. 

❛ — Josie, hey, wait up, ❜ Thalia calls to the familiar face who had sat beside her on the plane. She does her best to make her way toward Josie quickly, but much unlike the crab who moves across the sand lightly and with much ease, Thalia feels the complete opposite while she waddles in the sand, kneecaps buckling here and there due to some sand being wet like quicksand. ❛ How're you holding up? ❜ she asks breathlessly. In through the nose, out through the mouth. ❛ ... Jesus Christ, ❜ She heaves a large sigh while still catching a deep inhale. Shaking her head, Thalia looks at Josie with a tired smile but an easy-going chuckle, ❛ I was told there would be glowing. All I feel is sweaty, bloated, and like I have a goddamn construction zone going on inside of me. ❜

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location — a few hundred meters from the aa78 basecamp. date + time — january 1st, 2000. mid-afternoon. closed starter for henry stafford.

❛ Happy — motherfuckin’ — New Year, ❜ Tired, hot, and already famished, Thalia struggles to put together a small hut of scrap metal, extra blankets and random peices of wood she scrounged up. It didn’t help that the baby started kicking early in the morning and hasn't stopped. Upon the sunny beach, the woman wanted nothing more than a little bit of privacy. With strangers walking up and down the beach at most hours, scrambling to find their loved ones or luggage they had lost, Thalia could only think about resting and some people kept getting in the way of that.

Despite surviving the first night, the new habitants of the island now needed to make it through the first full day if rescue was unable to find them. Thalia had a sickly feeling that it was going to be awhile before help ever showed up. Absentmindedly, a hand is placed on her protruding belly and subconsciously, she fights off the fear that they'll be stuck here for longer than a couple of weeks.

Putting down one last blanket, Thalia gives her makeshift hut a once over ; it's rickety and not very well put together, but it'll have to do for now. Standing to her full height, Thalia arches her back to stretch out tense muscles. Thinking about getting some fresh water, Thalia begins to take a few steps and as she looks up to set her eyes on the main camp, it takes a moment for it to click that she’s making direct eye contact with Henry. The pregnant woman gives a humourless laugh while shaking her head and placed swelling hands heavily on her hips. Perhaps Thalia is still in shock or maybe she’s genuinely not surprised that Henry is here, because how could this possibly get any worse? ❛ I’m sorry, but do I know you from somewhere? ❜ Sardonically, dark hues squint toward the man she hasn't seen or contacted since being paid off by the Stafford family which was several months ago. ❛ You look like an asshole I knew back home ... Maybe you just have one of those faces. ❜

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Eleanor seemed startled at the response, despite having been the one to initiate conversation. She looked at the woman and then at her belly. An indescribable sense came over her. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt since she was small. Terror.

“You should-” she called after the girl as she started to walk away. “You should probably sit down. I think you could be in shock.”

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MIRANDA RAE MAYO as STELLA KIDD CHICAGO FIRE 7.04 ‘This Isn’t Charity’

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Thalia could have been sitting for fifteen minutes or an hour, she wasn’t sure. She had made herself comfortable a while ago, situated on the beach with her feet deeply buried beneath hot sand. She had come this way so that she wasn't near the wreckage and didn't have to witness the blood and gore. She could still hear the screams of pain, the frantic yelling of family members trying to find their loved ones. Thalia does her best to not cry. She can't right now. She has very little energy and she needs to to survive the rest of the day. The pregnant woman looks out toward the bright blue sea, processing what she and everyone else has gone through and what she should do with herself next before her thoughts travel to an important question: how long will she be out here for? Slowly and awkwardly getting to her feet, and not without sounding out a painful groan, Thalia makes her way down the beach, simply wandering. It’s not long before she spots a stranger also sitting in the sand. Thalia planned on passing the person by, assuming they might not want to talk and need space, but to her surprise, they address her first.  ❛ No, ─ No, it’s okay. ─ It’s understandable. There’s a lot to make sense of, ❜ She gives a half-hearted smile before a gentle sigh escapes past her lips, ❛ I think that’s a good idea. The sooner we have a smoke signal, the sooner we get rescued. ❜ At least, that’s what Thalia hoped. Aimlessly rubbing her large belly, she begins walking once again, this time redirecting herself into the jungle without a second thought.

Nothing made sense. There was no reality in which this could be Eleanor's life. Planes don't just fall out of the sky. People don't just wash up on the shore of some beach. Did the coast guard come out this far? Should they start a fire to get their attention?

"Jesus Christ," she swore as she heard footsteps approach. She stood and dusted her hands off on her pantsuit, once perfectly pressed and presentable but now just a soggy, sandy mess. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm just... still trying to make sense of all this. Do you think we should light a fire?"

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( 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 , 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘪'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦. )

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MIRANDA RAY MAYO // have you seen THALIA SHARPE around the crash site? we’re trying to make sure they’re still alive after the crash! according to the manifesto SHE is a THIRTY-TWO year old CIS WOMAN. i hear they’re known being a LANDSCAPE GARDNER. THALIA is also known to be AFFIRMING yet also MERCURIAL at times. we have a couple questions for THALIA when we find HER, we heard something about a secret they might have? such as BEING INVOLVED IN A LOCAL SCANDAL! 

𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ,

tw(s) ahead: mentions of mother/daughter conflict, parent death. 

it had been a dark and stormy night ; flashes of light appear so bright against the twilight of a thunderstorm while the Heavens broke to release a torrent of rain. violent gust of wind swept up the streets, rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the light of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. lightning reflects the pain of the mother as she tries to hold off bringing her child into the world and desperatly ignores the growing agony, and specifically in the back of a taxicab without an epidural and screaming at her husband that it wasn’t supposed to be this way, that their child was never supposed to be a hurricane baby. 

clare, superstitious in nature, believes that is why thalia had such a rebellious spirit and argumentative mind. being born in a storm made her little girl so quarrelsome and feisty, which thalia would reply that she is the way she is because thalia had clare for a mother. they had a complicated relationship. there were times when thalia speculated that clare didn’t love her only daughter, due to unnecessarily cruel words that were thrown her way. mother and daughter constantly fought, constantly got on each other’s nerves, and never saw eye-to-eye. to make matters worse, thalia would casually admit to partying with the crowd clare didn’t approve of, but she would never explain that before the rave, thalia was in the heart of san fransico, helping feed the homeless, and learning how to be a humanitarian with the people clare judged so harshly when she first met them in their dark, grungy clothes.

by the time she was fourteen in 1981, thalia was couch surfing while doing odd jobs to keep herself afloat. dishwashing, babysitting, dog walking, holding signs for businesses. once she graduated from high school in 1984, having gone to just enough classes to receive her diploma, she informed her parents that she wasn’t going to college and instead was going to travel. of course, clare was incredibly disappointed and offended to the point where she began to think of a last resort idea that would get her daughter’s life on track. her father was sad she was going, but knew his daughter needed the time and space to figure out what she wanted in life. though, just before she was going to leave, thalia was involved in a few accidents that landed her in hot water with the law.

shortly after, thalia was sent to a camp for trouble youths that was located ten hours away from san fransico where she stayed for four months. when she came home, thalia was noticeably attentive, but her opinionated mind and smart mouth was something no one had been able to tame while she was at the camp. by the time she was out of the camp, she wanted to firmly put the experience behind her. breaking into her early twenties, thalia began to rebuild her relationship with her parents. it was a little harder to do that with her mother, though slowly but surely, they began listening to one another instead of fighting. that isn’t to say an argument never broke out again, they’re much too alike, after all. when it came to theodore, thalia decided to take up one of his favourite hobbies with him, gardening. with their new favourite past time, thalia began to realize what a quiet, self-reflecting, and wise man her father was. at the age of twenty-three, thalia decided that she wanted to bring up the idea of travelling again. despite not knowing much about what was out there, thalia knew that life was short, and she wanted to experience as much of it as she could. this time, thalia came to the table that when she eventually made her way back to san fransico, she would get a job her parents would be proud of. she left that same summer. 

it’s 1995 and thalia is twenty-eight when she finally comes home. unfortunatly, she didn’t keep up her end of the deal and continued working odd jobs with none of them lasting more then four months. it wasn’t until one afternoon where she was gardening with her father that she had the idea to do this to other people’s lawns and gardens who didn’t like yardwork or give her services to people who couldn’t for disability, health or age reasons. thalia did all of this at half the cost and with her own two hands the dealt with every rock, tree, and plant with delicate care. it helped that her creativity was never a weak point, and with her eye for aesthetics and knowledge from tavelling, thalia created spaces that were unlike any other. her name quickly spread.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 ,

finally on her feet and looking ahead to her future, thalia felt like things were finally looking up. she was out of her parents home, had a business tha twas thriving, and of course she was still out during all hours of the night. this time thalia didn’t have clare in her ears telling her irrisponsble she was being.

it was during one of these nights where she met henry stafford. he was goodlooking, charming and arrogant. thalia had fun making him run for his money and putting in in his place when she could. it never took them long to make it back to one of their beds.

they hooked-up a few times and it clear from the beginning that it was never going to be more than that which both parties were fine with. though, it's not long before thalia figures out she's pregnant. when she goes to henry to tell him the news, he’s indifferent. to bruise her ego even more, his family gives Thalia hush money to not say anything about the child when she tells them she won’t have an abortion, but due to her own lifestyle and knowing she wasn’t going to be able to take care of the child, had decided to put the baby up for adoption. then, knowing she won’t be able to hide her growing sympomts and belly for long, thalia tells her family about the situation. they're disappointed, but they stand by thalia and her decision.

thalia’s father passes away unexpedely one night after having a heart attack.

thalia finds a couple who reside in australia who were looking to adopt. thalia and the couple make plans for the young woman to come to australia for a month so that she could get to know the people who planned on adopting the child she was going to give birth to. not wanting to go by herself, she asked desmond to accompany her on the trip and like the dutiful big brother that he is, he said yes.

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 ,

Thoroughly knows how to garden.

Knows how to read maps.

Knows how to find clean water.

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ,

Thalia has always had a large social network. She loves indulging in conversations and getting to know people. some people can have a difficult time with Thalia's stubborn and unyeilding personality and often, Thalia will no longer desire to do something that she was going to do simply because another person suggested it to her. She values simplicity, certainty, and honesty. She has a sense of humour that she gives out freely and when someone needs a good laugh. She's willing to make a fool out of herself to make someone esle feel better.