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emmaxxbennett:

emma could hear the sirens from the house, the flashing lights were enough to give her flashbacks of the car accident that she tried so hard to forget everyday. her heart pounded as she made her way out, headed toward what was going on.

emma made her way around to find her friends, ronnie, gabriel, anyone she could put a name to their face, she had to look at them make sure they were alright, something to put her panic at ease, she knew of the scavenger hunt but she didn’t want to participate, it was supposed to be a simple scavenger hunt. “what’s going on? what’s wrong?” she asked quickly, her voice breathless as she ran her hand through her hair. “why are there cops here?”

her panic was evident as venice reached the other. she’d been short of breath, years of athletics falling short. she’d never ran so much in her life, especially out of fear. though the state of the other caused her to put forth a brave face, act as if she wasn’t breaking down inside. “they found a shoe,” she answered through long pants of air.  “a bloody one, evie’s i think.” she was beginning to lose it, the more she spoke panic seeped through. “we didn’t see much, the cops shooed us away, but i think evie’s dead.”

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awilders:

adam’s jaw unhinged at the scene playing out in front of him. the coconut cradled in his arms plummeted soundlessly; the blaring sirens overshadowed every but ronnie’s wet sobs. everything seemingly happened in slow motion despite the fact that it lasted only seconds. the shrill howl, the weeping  — the cops. the man’s stomach churned at the sign of the flashing lights. memories flooded his mind of being taken to the scene of his parent’s deaths, of the mangled car, of the ride to the hospital to officially pronounce them dead. adam’s breath became short and shallow as his knees folded underneath him. every cry from ronnie’s mouth morphed into blake screaming for their mother.

venice had always been the strong one, capable of putting on a charade in times of stress to appease others. someone had to do it  — though today it wouldn’t be her. she took small strides in the direction of the other, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “it’s okay,” she mummured. though it wasn’t, not even close. “it’s okay.” she repeated, as if chanting the words would cause her to believe so herself. it wasn’t okay, and it didn’t take long for her to collapse beside adam. “it’s not okay.” she mumbled, feeling as if defeated, resting her head against the other.

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suppierson:

pierson didn’t sleep. he didn’t read. he didn’t listen to music. he laid on his bed with his eyes wide open simply glaring at the ceiling. he couldn’t get the image of evie’s bloody shoe out of his mind. the voice over the speaker .. who could that have been? was that evie’s murderer? he must’ve been watching them this whole time. something else pierson couldn’t shake was … was he still watching them? pierson sat up from his bed, afraid to move. he couldn’t be alone anymore. his thoughts were eating him alive. instead, he found himself in the kitchen. he moved slowly and carefully, the thought that someone could be watching him at that very moment still plaguing his mind. he sat at the bar stools with his bowl of cereal. slowly, he ate, hoping someone would come into the kitchen to save him from being alone.

she was terrified, taunted by the thoughts she’d rather forget. her home life was dramatic, though that was high school drama in comparison to this. her life was at risk, though the mere thought was too much. after hours of tossing and turning she gave up, feet pattering down the hall as she made her way towards the kitchen. before alcohol it was ice cream, seeking her adolescent cure. as she entered the large room she was startled, nearly jumping out of her skin before recognizing a familiar face. it took her a moment to catch her breath, slow her pulse before she could speak.”you know, it’s awfully terrifying finding someone in the house in the middle of the night, especially with a killer on the loose.” she attempted to make light of the moment, though she couldn’t even finish half a laugh. “you scared the shit out of me.” she confessed, heading towards the freezer, terrified she’d find another surprise left by the mystery voice. to her relief it was just delicious treats, grabbing a pint of mint chocolate ice cream. “you know, it’s terrifying. thinking the next door you open.” she left the phrase hanging as she grabbed a bowl. “you know,” she shrugged, scooping some ice cream out. at home she’d eat it straight from the pint, though here she was trying to be courteous.

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sameerthcmpson:

Samuel worked in ways he wishes he knew how to manually control and understand at times. To describe him as a walking contradiction would be an understatement; though if it had to be simply put, he could easily be compared to a light switch that held an on and off function. He was either here, or not at all on days; no one quite knows which side they’re dealing with, due to how unpredictable he naturally can be. Despite him always on the go, go, go, and constantly up for new challenges and big crowds, there were moments where it would irk him to no end – the sight and sound of unnecessary crowd among him irritating him, hitting his ear drums like a pedal pounding against the hard surface of a drum. This night was one of those nights; where he found the scavenger hunt to be awfully childish, where he found that it was a whole lot better being on his own, selfishly smoking joints after joints, popping unlabelled pills.

“What the fuck is going on?” Sameer cursed loudly through his hoarse throat, light chuckles following uncontrollably; slipping out of his lips like water from a loose tap. He had just popped his head out from his room, the sound of sirens and flashing lights from his window catching his attention after a few delayed reaction from the lighted joint that is still placed in between his fingers.

scavenger hunts had always been to her liking, a kindred soul some may say. the innocence of searching and playful jabs brought forth a fire to her eye. she had a competitive nature, and the night only brought forth the worst in it attempting to ignite a fight within other teams  — hoping they’d self destruct so her poorly constructed team could rise. the game had inevitably taken a turn for the worst, blood curdling screams heard across the beach. though she’d been fond of games she’d never truly learned how to face serious issues. she was terrified, leading her to the one place she’d always felt safe.

it was as if instinct had lead her towards his room, slender digits wiping the remnants of smudged mascara. she’d been drenched, previously submerged in a pool of water for a prized possession ( a glowstick, a damn glowstick and ten points. ) she’d left water droplets in her path as she arrived, short of breath from all the running that night. “there’s a shoe,” she mumbled, impressed she could still articulate. she felt weak, forced to face the reality rather than drink it away.  “there’s a fucking bloody shoe, which means there’s a body, likely evie’s.” her voice was frantic, as if facing twenty one years of demons in a single moment. “if there’s a body there’s a killer. there’s a fucking killer.” an ironic laugh escaped her lips as tears welled up in her eyes once again, resting her back against the wall as she collapsed to the floor. “we’re all gonna die. we were brought here to die.”

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i am now sober and ready to hit the starter tag and attempt to plot before work. last night was wild, thank you all for a great time and i’m sorry for the horrible first impression. love you all and let’s do it again sometime.

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evanrnlds:

Trying to keep his mind off of everything that happened back home was getting harder to not think about. In the beginning, it wasn’t too hard. He had been able to shut off the detective in him for a few months. The moment he found out about Evie’s disappearance, it has all come back to him. So many of his cases running through his mind, but the that involved his friend was the biggest one. He didn’t know much about the girl, but he did know her disappearance made people on the island nervous. There were some much more bothered than others, but the disappearance still seemed to be effecting others in someway. Even though a lot of people seem to be moving on, he can’t help but wonder where she is. Did she leave the island and if so, how? Was she lost someone? Did someone take her? There were a lot of possibilities and a few people he considered “suspects” but it was too soon to tell. Evan sat down at the bar with a notebook in and pen in his hand. He was jotting down things he was observing, taking notes on other’s behaviors. Even if it had nothing to do with the girl disappearing, this was something he enjoyed doing. He liked studying people and trying to find a pattern of their behavior.

she couldn’t deny the eerie feeling that settled upon the island, though to venice ignorance was bliss. she’d always been an escapist, running away from her problems or drowning them in a liquor that’d cause her to mentally sail away. this habit carried onward to the island, consuming far more alcohol than her petite body could handle. juice pouch in hand  — already cut off for the night  — she’d approached the male who’d seemed far too sober to be at the bar. “maybe i’m just too drunk, but you’re not.” a small giggle escaped her lips as she bit down on the narrow yellow straw. “honey, we need to get you a drink, loosen up a bit.” words flying out of her mouth as her tongue tripped on syllables. she’d be impressed if he could even proper understand her, between the auctioneer speed and underlying giggles. “excuse me! bartender!” she shouted for what had to be the millionth time this night. “i need you to get this man the strongest drink you have.” she screamed, obnoxiously pointing in his direction.  “and another capri sun!”

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awilders:

adam snapped his head toward the light laughter carrying over from across the room. “i’ll gladly take you up on that offer, if you’d be willing,” he grinned, motioning towards his burned body. “as you can see i’m kind of in dire need here.”

“i’m sorry for laughing, that honestly looks quite painful.” a look of remorse cast upon her features as she leaned over the side of the chair. “did you even wear sunscreen today?” she asked, latching onto her bag and reeling it up. slender digits rummaged through the contents of the over sized leather bag, grabbing hold of a small white bottle. “here you go.” she gestured in the direction of the other before tossing it his way.

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awilders:

adam’s breath stuttered as he came to in his surroundings. the sun filtered through his lids, rousing him from and unintentional — and rather unfortunate nap. he began to mutter to himself as he sat up, swiftly brushing the sand off of his clothing. a mild pain shocked him from his groggy state. his arms were a fiery shade of red which was unsurprising, considering he had forgone sunscreen that morning. he heaved himself off of the beach and headed back toward the mansion. once he was in the door, he looked to see if anyone was nearby. 

“does anyone know where i can find some aloe?” he bellowed through the house.

she attempted to conceal her laughter as the male entered the mansion. legs folded neatly beneath her with a grin consuming her features. it was evident the male had spent far too long in the sun, and she should empathize with the sting of a sunburn, though she couldn’t seem to overlook his roseate skin. “i have some in my bag if you’d like.” hints of underlying laughter escaping with her words.

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it’s been a minute since i’ve done one of these but hello i’m peach & i’m excited to be here !! 

okay so first off she’s a sagittarius, don’t kick her off the island.

second, her name is venice bc that’s where she was conceived.

she’s mostly on this trip bc her home life is a mess. her father’s a wealthy business man in new york & recently her mother found out about his affair with his partner.

but you know!! her mom loves the money & his father loves his image so they’re acting as if life is peachy when it’s a war zone behind the scenes.

so venice basically checked out the first chance she got.

growing up she had three older brothers & developed an early interest in sports.

she played soccer in high school & graduated with honors.

she can drink twice her weight & honestly she’s wild

she’s the do anything once kind of girl, twice if it doesn’t get her arrested.

she’s an escapist though and will run from her problems rather than facing them.

you can often find her sitting alone with a bottle of wine & some slow jams.

records & band tees are her thing.

polaroids as well.

she was born in the wrong decade.

but any meme thank you for making it this far,

smash the like or hit me with some good plots so i know it’s real.