ride, magic, ride...

[callmeweevil]

I woke up this mornin' and somethin' was a little off. Not bad off, just weird-ass off. Like I had a headache, only it wasn't an ache, just this tickle in the back of my mind, if that makes any sense. I been walkin' around all day with it, and it's just about drivin' me nuts. Now I haven't been too preoccupied to notice there's some strange shit

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[a_mouse_duh]

Karen, having procured a bikini and a towel (both patterned with an eye-watering collection of birds of paradise) from the compound's clothes box, was lying on said towel and sunbathing. That is, until someone on a motorbike shot by and showered her with sand.

Squealing, she leapt to her feet, spitting sand out of her mouth and shaking her hair wildly. She did a half-dance, half-flailing move to get most of it off her, and only succeeded in looking like she was having some kind of seizure. When she stopped, at least half of the sand was gone, and she turned to look at the person responsible for the rest of it.

"That was so not cool," she told the boy on the bike. "I'm trying to tan here! I usually burn, but it's a nice day out and I totally couldn't resist," she added.

[callmeweevil]

I'm so dumbfounded by the fact that she's back that I don't even bother to be nice about it, or to notice she's a little clumsier than I'm used to. "You're back?" I say, and it sounds kinda accusing. "Why didn't nobody tell me?" Not that I'd've expected Echolls to come runnin', but I'd think Vee would wanna let me know.

[a_mouse_duh]

"Um," said Karen slowly. Sure, she was back on the beach, but she didn't remember running into this boy or meeting anyone who might want to tell him. "Should somebody have told you?" She gave him a funny look. Was he from North Shore? Maybe she knew him and just didn't remember. Karen didn't have a great memory, even when it came to boys.

[callmeweevil]

"Well I woulda thought they would, yeah," I say, kinda chilly. She's bein' pretty dense, but she doesn't look like she's fakin' it. For a second I have a horrible thought; what if this is Lilly from before we knew each other? That'd almost be worse than a Lilly who knew she was dead. "Unless you haven't seen anyone yet.... what, did you just show up?" I'm almost afraid to ask.

[texas_forever]

The whole Island's gone insane again and Tim's trying to hide out from most of it. Not that the beach is really the greatest place to hide, but it's better than the Compound or the main path or either waterfall.

Sort of.

He's stretched out in the sand, his weight on one crooked arm and another fishing magazine laid out in front of him when he hears the familiar sound of an engine.

Looking up, he squints into the distance and notices a guy on a bike heading straight toward him. It interests him if only because it's the first time Tim's seen a moving vehicle since he got here and he can't help but wonder where it's come from. Unless it has to do with all the other crazy shit going on.

"No worries, man," he says easily. "Nice bike."

[callmeweevil]

"Yeah? Thanks," I say with a proud little grin. "Built her myself, once upon a time. Can't exactly work her on sand even if the island let me have her, but hey, how many times in your life you get a magic wand that actually works?" I'm in a good fuckin' mood, don't mind if I'm talkin' a little more than I usually would to some white boy who looks like an '09er born and bred.

[texas_forever]

"Yeah?" he says and pushes himself up to his feet, looking at the bike admirably, circling it. "Not too shabby."

Which is an understatement, really, but Tim's always been kinda good at those. And if this guy knew him any better, he'd have been able to see it for the compliment that it really was.

"I have a truck back home," he says with a quirk of grin. "Maybe I should try to magic wand it out here, huh?"

[callmeweevil]

Not too shabby's not a bad compliment from a guy, since I know it means he thinks my baby's pretty fuckin' sweet. And ain't nothin' can put a guy in a good mood like complimentin' his ride. "Hey, why not," I say. "If you miss your truck half as much as I miss her, I don't think you'll regret it." I give him a grin and pull off one glove, giving him my hand. "I'm Eli."