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Yesterday had gone by a hell of a lot smoother than Isabel had been anticipating. It had been her twentieth birthday and her fifty-forth week on the island. Surely, she had thought, the island would have found some way of messing with her on her birthday.
But it hadn't.
Maybe that had been because she hadn't told anyone, least of all Tim, that it had been her birthday. By keeping quiet, maybe she'd held off the Evil Island God or whoever it was running this joint that seemed to think it was beyond hilarious to continually screw with her.
Somehow emboldened by surviving her birthday without any major emotional, physical, or psychological trauma that tended to be par for the course around here, Isabel decided that she would get out and Do Things today. New age, new outlook on life.
Or something like that.
Determined to not let anything keep her spirits down, Isabel crept out of the Tim's hut early and wandered over to the random skee ball machine she'd come across the other week. After playing a few rounds on it (she was somehow worse at it than she'd been when she started out, however that was possible.), Isabel swung by Marshall's hut and visited for a while. Of course, she hadn't been able to escape his clutches until he taught her something he called "The Robin Sparkles Dance", though Isabel hadn't the heart to tell him the dance kind of sucked and was retro in that Not Cool way.
Still laughing a little from the image of Marshall doing the robot in the doorway as he watched her leave, Isabel cut across the jungle, far off the lit path. She passed the Winchester hut, waving briefly to John as he tended to the weeks around his wife's grave. Pulling her long hair up into a ponytail, Isabel was readily looking forward to taking a dip in the base of the waterfall. Her stuffed messenger bag swung against her hip as she neared it.
Deciding that she'd like to keep her bag at the mouth of the cave so that the fruit she had in it wouldn't get warm and mushy, she bypassed the water basin first. But before she reached the mouth of the cave, Isabel had to blink, certain that her eyes were playing tricks on her.
To the right of the cave's mouth, foliage spilling over the top of it, was the pod chamber, the one she and the others had hatched from.
She'd once seen her mother just in front of these chambers, her image projected from the orb.
Isabel was immediately reminded of her eighteenth birthday, of Tess and Senator Whitaker. Of how she'd killed the Senator.
It was like the island was trying to tell her that she was a bad person after all.
Isabel didn't even notice when her bag slid off her shoulder and thumped at the ground. All she could see were those pods.
[Good time to meet her despite the shock!]
But it hadn't.
Maybe that had been because she hadn't told anyone, least of all Tim, that it had been her birthday. By keeping quiet, maybe she'd held off the Evil Island God or whoever it was running this joint that seemed to think it was beyond hilarious to continually screw with her.
Somehow emboldened by surviving her birthday without any major emotional, physical, or psychological trauma that tended to be par for the course around here, Isabel decided that she would get out and Do Things today. New age, new outlook on life.
Or something like that.
Determined to not let anything keep her spirits down, Isabel crept out of the Tim's hut early and wandered over to the random skee ball machine she'd come across the other week. After playing a few rounds on it (she was somehow worse at it than she'd been when she started out, however that was possible.), Isabel swung by Marshall's hut and visited for a while. Of course, she hadn't been able to escape his clutches until he taught her something he called "The Robin Sparkles Dance", though Isabel hadn't the heart to tell him the dance kind of sucked and was retro in that Not Cool way.
Still laughing a little from the image of Marshall doing the robot in the doorway as he watched her leave, Isabel cut across the jungle, far off the lit path. She passed the Winchester hut, waving briefly to John as he tended to the weeks around his wife's grave. Pulling her long hair up into a ponytail, Isabel was readily looking forward to taking a dip in the base of the waterfall. Her stuffed messenger bag swung against her hip as she neared it.
Deciding that she'd like to keep her bag at the mouth of the cave so that the fruit she had in it wouldn't get warm and mushy, she bypassed the water basin first. But before she reached the mouth of the cave, Isabel had to blink, certain that her eyes were playing tricks on her.
To the right of the cave's mouth, foliage spilling over the top of it, was the pod chamber, the one she and the others had hatched from.
She'd once seen her mother just in front of these chambers, her image projected from the orb.
Isabel was immediately reminded of her eighteenth birthday, of Tess and Senator Whitaker. Of how she'd killed the Senator.
It was like the island was trying to tell her that she was a bad person after all.
Isabel didn't even notice when her bag slid off her shoulder and thumped at the ground. All she could see were those pods.
[Good time to meet her despite the shock!]