To anyone who knows Chris Miles, the sight of him in the rec room, reading on his own might be an odd one. After all, it's the first time he's even taken a book off of the shelf, let alone read one at all. But he's been on the sofa for over an hour now, face buried in a copy of 2010's Guinness Book of World Records. Thanks to the island, Chris has ( Read more... )

Alistair knew he was by no means a stealthy person. There was a reason why he left all those things up to Zevran back home, preferring the direct approach of charging in with sword swinging. This new weapon required a bit of a different approach, one that he was sure the assassin would appreciate ( Read more... )

Three months on the island, and Lux still hasn't seen the ocean ( Read more... )

Dated January 13, 2011:
There is talk of births and birthdays and a decision for what sort of dessert should be served at a joint-birthday party. A lot of very sweet things are discussed on a day that now has two birthdays instead of one.

[ HERE | In Progress | PG]

She never would have turned sixteen, back home. It wasn't the only thing Alex had been thinking about all day, but it was up there, one of the foremost thoughts in her mind. For her, it had never even seemed an especially major milestone, but here and now, it struck her as important, and not just because it made her technically an adult, by Tabula ( Read more... )

Oblivious as she often is to the written word, when Lux tromps into the Compound bundled up against the weather, she pays no heed to the notice on the bulletin board by the front door advising she be wary of mistletoe mischief. Still relatively green to the myriad ways in which the island attempts to make life difficult for its residents, she ( Read more... )

Alex had never seen snow before. For that matter, she'd never really even experienced cold weather before, at least not by most people's definition; there had been chilly evenings, days that seemed cooler than the rest, but she knew full well that it could have been much, much more than that. Having spent all her life in a climate so similar to ( Read more... )

It was probably the height of ridiculousness to drag an armful of books and a blanket down to the beach especially when she'd have to carry it all back, but Cissie was determined to do her research out in the fresh air ( Read more... )

It's almost a routine now. Every week or so, Charlie picks some of the oranges in the mini-orchard behind his hut, and he brings them up to the Compound. (He knows he can't eat all of them, so why not, really. He can't be the only one on the island with a fondness for fruit.)

He's dressed simply today: a white t-shirt and jeans, along with a pair of ( Read more... )

Being back on the (an) island, Kate has found herself feeling trapped in a way that is all too familiar; unwelcome, but still... natural. As if this it's only normal that she feel unsettled and restless, ready to run. As if she never progressed beyond it at all. She's caught in a constant state of déjà vu, reliving a time in her life she wasn't ( Read more... )