Alexandria’s Comments (group member since Jun 15, 2019)

((I'm so sorry for not responding sooner, I've been barraged with a million things to do and haven't had the chance to get to this.))

After sitting down in the hot sand, grimacing as the lingering soreness in her body flared up, Felicity remained relatively steadfast and still, there wasn't much she could do while her blood spilt onto the sand. Knowing that there was no point in trying to think about the negative possibilities at that exact moment in time she focused on her breathing, trying to maintain some semblance of calm as it became harder to do so with the loss of blood. One in and one out, one in and one out and then repeat. It wasn't much, but she wasn't in any shape to be helping rip clothes off the deceased so it was the best she could manage.

She waited, closing her eyes to block out the blinding rays of the hot sun. Normally she'd have been repulsed by the heat, she was so used to having to look perfect and sweating was always a threat to that, but for once the heat was welcome, with the loss of blood it helped regulate the chill she felt creeping its way through her limbs. Whilst she was nearly certain that so long as they prevented the bleeding in a timely manner there was no imminent threat of death even she, someone who held together in a crisis quite well, couldn't help but fear the worst. It wasn't dying itself that she feared most, but instead the fact that she could die and not a single person, her husband or children, would notice for days. Only a select few people even knew about her plan to surprise her husband and those who did know were not the type to concern themselves with the news, her plane went down and she doubted anyone would notice until her husband returned and began inquiring as to where she was.

Despite her worries, she still kept focused and did what she could to keep her breathing in check. One breath in, one breath out and though it wasn't long until Isaac returned it felt far longer than it was, though she held her tongue knowing that it was probably just the pain panic making it feel like forever. She could hear his footsteps in the sand when he approached and was quick to pull herself to attention, opening her eyes again to watch what he was doing. Felicity knew nothing about him and she wasn't willing to trust a stranger's competence upon the first encounter so she observed his actions making sure he didn't somehow squander the task of stopping the bleeding, but at the same time it also gave her something else to focus on aside from the pain.

Felicity took a shaky deep breath in when he asked if he could help. The request would almost have been funny if it were not so dire. "Of course..." She muttered, steeling herself for what was to come. Her voice was so quiet when she said it that she honestly wasn't even sure if he had heard her speak. Regardless, things continued and Felicity had to bear the pain to come. As he cleaned the blood away it wasn't too bad, but that was obviously the easiest part to manage, it was the binding of the wound that would be her undoing and that it was. The pain was excruciating, but Felicity persevered. For every bit of pain, she felt she just pushed herself to think of why she was going through it. She needed to get back home. If it meant getting back to her children she'd lose the leg entirely, she was fortunate for this to be all it took.

She could only describe what had happened as a miserable blur. At the moment she was all too present, but it seemed to have happened in an instant once it was done. She let herself lean back her hands in the sand holding her up. It was a relief. She was by no means comfortable, but as it was she was far more well off than she had been mere moments before. The blood was stopped which meant she could divert her focus to other matters and for once, despite her lingering lightheadedness, she could fully hear everything he said to her. He asked her what her name was and she responded, her voice lacking the practised formality it typically bore, she was simply unable to bring herself to waste her energy on such things at that moment. "Felicity Drayton." She answered in short.

No longer than a couple of seconds had passed and he had quickly returned to his original objective and this time she was able to process his words. He was looking or his girlfriend and she could see the worry and fear festering from behind his eyes. There wasn't much Felicity could do in her state and it wasn't as though she had seen the girl when she walked along the shore earlier. What she could do was be the voice of reason. She felt pity for his situation, she knew how awful it was not to know what had happened to someone you care about, but she also knew that you don't always think clearly when you are afraid. They needed to make sure that they were safe and secure before they went on a hunt for someone else, they would be of no use to her dead.

Before Felicity had the chance to respond she heard something else. Her eyes promptly flickered over to the source of the sound. Another person, a man who carried himself calmly which was reassuring. He wasn't hurt like she was or flustered like Isaac, a truly enviable state of being in this situation. He approached and lowered himself to their level and Felicity's eyes followed him. He spoke and Felicity was glad to hear kind words, she got lucky enough to have someone willing to help the first time and now there was yet another person willing to aid others.

Felicity pulled herself together and prepared to speak, looking between the two men. "We're alive and surviving..." She began with a half-hearted, but decently composed tone. "I have a cut on my leg but we've managed to stop the bleeding so the immediate problem is gone..." She continued, pausing a moment afterwards to catch her breath. Felicity wanted to give as much information as possible from the start, it would save them from having to clarify things later on. "Isaac- him," She said quickly, offering a brief gesture in Isaac's direction, "He's looking for someone, his girlfriend I believe... Mia, I think her name was. " She said, looking to Isaac to confirm whether or not everything she reported was true.

Felicity felt a flutter of relief permeate her chest when she saw the figure of another person approaching. Her eyes fixated on the silhouette of the person, she knew no one from the plane, but a person meant she wasn't alone, that there was someone and if there was someone else that meant her chances of survival increased considerably. She kept going toward him with what haste she could muster, no longer shouting for help. Her shoes were certainly not suited to limping through the sand, though they were at least flats and not heels. She could still feel the sting of the cut on the back of her leg, but with her focus now on getting to whoever else was out there, she was able to drown out the pain.

As she got close to the younger man she slowed but was taken aback by his frantic behaviour, he seemed panicked and that only became more obvious as he barraged her with information about someone named Mia. Felicity could only process bits and pieces of what he was saying, he spoke quickly and she was far from being in good condition, she was disoriented and so she couldn't do much more than stand and wait as he let fly a thousand words a minute. Felicity knew that she was in a situation in which most people would freak out and even though fear and countless worries floated through her mind she was resolute, panic wouldn't help her and so she suppressed it.

It took a moment, but the man calmed down. When his tone seemed less panicked it placed Felicity at ease, she let go of a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding in. "Ah..." She began shakily, her own eyes drifting down to see the long gash in her leg. She had recognised the pain but had yet to actually look at it. It was wretched. She couldn't help but laugh weakly, it was strained, the sound coming out almost hollow. Were it on anyone else she'd have been fine with it, but to see it on herself made it all the worse. To think she was about to visit her wealthy husband at a five-star hotel to give him the small box she now held close to her chest which held contents worth over a thousand dollars. Now she was injured on an unknown beach littered with shrapnel and corpses with a stranger.

She paused for a moment closing her eyes. She needed to make sure she was composed, she needed to present a calm disposition. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "Yes... Let's just... Get something to stop the bleeding." She decided, her voice more steady than before. She looked to one of the bodies sprawled out on the beach not too far away. She pursed her lips knowing that what she was going to say would feel insane, but she wanted to live, she wanted to get back home to her children and if she had to cross a few moral boundaries to do that then cross them she would. "I don't think they'll be needing their clothes anytime soon... I know generally what to do if we can get something to stop it with, but I don't know if I could do it myself right now..." She told him with a calmness few could manage in her situation. She was suggesting they use the clothes of the deceased as something to prevent the bleeding and though in any other situations she'd never have considered it, she couldn't think of anything else more logical in the moment.

Felicity laid still on the hot sand, still wearing her light blue dress and black heels. Her eyes opened ever so slightly, but she couldn't see, the light was blinding, it was like staring into the sun, but there was no looking away. Felicity's thoughts were a blur, hazy and unclear, but she knew better than to panic, she shut her eyes tightly and focused on trying to figure out what was wrong. At first, it was everything, everything was wrong she remembered being on a plane, but not getting off. Everything hurt and she had no clue why. She laid for a moment longer trying to focus in on what was worst, what was simply sore and what was truly imminent.

First was her head. The pain was pounding, the light burned her eyes and made opening them unbearable and every little sound was like a bass drum being hammered next to her ear. She had had headaches in the past, but this was a new form of pain, it was excruciating. Secondly was her leg, clearly, it was hurt, but she wasn't sure how. It was cut on something, that she could tell. It wasn't too deep a cut, but it was spanned a large part of her calf. It stung, but once the adrenaline wore off it was sure to get worse. She collected herself as best she could, but it with every bit of her consciousness she regained the more everything seemed to hurt.

She slowly began to open her eyes, sure to do so gradually to avoid blinding herself again. She looked out through her lashes, shielding her eyes from as much light as possible. She was one a beach, the sun was out and the tide moved steadily as though nothing had happened, but as she took in more of her surroundings she could see it. Smoke, shards of metal... Corpses. Felicity slowly climbed to her feet, relying on her right leg, the one not wounded, to carry her weight, swaying like a leaf in a breeze.

Felicity's mind began to put the pieces together, realising what had happened. She was on a plane. She was going to visit her husband. She left the children at home which meant she at least knew they were safe. She remembered the plane going down and the panic that ensued. These people on the ground must have been people who didn't make it. She couldn't help but feel a hollow pit in her stomach. She was stranded God knows where with nothing and with no one she knew. She had no control over her situation which scared her more than anything else. Felicity had grown so accustomed to always being able to take control of a situation that without it, her life seemed like it wasn't hers.

There were too many thoughts flying through her head to count, but one forced its way to the forefront. Her children. She had no clue where she was or if she would ever see them again and as much as that thought terrified her it also filled her with the determination to make sure she figured this mess out. If she wanted to see her children again she had to and there was no way she was giving up on them. Felicity took a deep breath and looked around trying to spot anything useful and spotted a small box nearby. She bent over painstakingly to pick it up. It was soaked, on the verge of falling apart, but when she opened it its contents were familiar. The gifts she bought for her husband and ibuprofen that she could only imagine she stuffed in there when things started to go downhill on the plane. She opened the bottle swallowed two pills dry, not caring about the discomfort, it was nothing compared to the pain in her leg or the pounding in her head.

She clutched the small box close to her body and began to limp down the length of the shore, making sure to not stray too far from where she started. Each step was painful, but she knew that if she didn't persevere that she'd eventually die. She kept an eye out for anything that could help her, but in the meantime, she needed help. She needed someone to find her, if someone could find her then maybe she could get back home and if she could get back home then everything could go back to normal. "Is anyone here?" She called out, her voice shaky but calm considering her situation. She didn't want to panic, it would only cause her more stress and so she did everything she could to keep herself composed. "If anyone is out here, please help!" she shouted out, hoping someone would hear her. If not someone from a town then someone from the plane, she just needed to know she wasn't entirely alone.

I have Felicity Drayton if anyone is interested in a collaboration with her, other than that though I'm open to just about anything so if anyone has any ideas feel free to throw them at me!

❃❀❃ Felicity Drayton ❃❀❃

❃ 38 | Isle 1 | Female | Heterosexual ❃

❃ Housewife | UK ❃







❃❀❃ Personality ❃❀❃

Felicity is highly intelligent and hardworking. In recent years her genius and determination have not had as much use, but once upon a time she worked tirelessly to make sure she succeeded, she was the top student in every class and she never ceased in her pursuit of success until the luxury of success was handed to her by Michael Drayton. She's knowledgeable and surprisingly well versed in various crafts. When she has a goal she achieves it because it's ingrained in her personality to never give up until she has what she wants. She is quick to adapt because of all this, though that certainly doesn't mean she has to like the situation she's in.

There is nothing more important to Felicity than being a mother, her children mean everything to her. She would do virtually anything for her children and they are the one thing that keeps her living her pretty and perfect life with her husband. Half the skills she currently possesses she learned in order to take care of her siblings and children. Her need to care for them is all that keeps her from going crazy in her restrictive life. Were it not for them there is no telling what sort of breakdown she would have, but so long as they live she has a reason to hold on to her life as it is.

Perfect is the word many people would use to describe Felicity, she makes a point of looking, acting and being perfect. This means being prepared for everything, she thinks ahead and goes to painful lengths to ensure she can manage everything, but doing this is an exhausting and stressful task, she often overworks herself in order to make sure things go right and according to plan. Her need for perfection and success are what make her the perfect chairwoman for her many charities as she never fails to manufacture a way to use her resources to collect all the necessary money.



❃❀❃ History ❃❀❃

Felicity's life was by no means as easy as it presently seems, in her childhood home money was hard to come by and there were 7 children all who had to be cared for by her father. Felicity's mother passed away at giving birth to her last child, Felicity's younger brother. Being the middle child with six other siblings isn't easy, but when her mother was around life was decent. Hard, but decent. When she died her father fell apart and with less than half as much money coming in he got creative. Crime was dangerous but lucrative and without his wife, his judgement was clouded.

Felicity remembered seeing strange men come through the house with mysterious packages, but even she could tell it wasn't good. Nevertheless, the money helped. Her father would receive a bunch of money at once and for a while life would be good, but then he'd blow it all too quickly and they'd be doing worse than ever and he'd go right back to a life of crime. One time, he messed up so badly that he couldn't fix it alone. Felicity's older brother, the eldest in the family left with him to try and help fix things. When her father came back, he did not. After that, her two older sisters left as soon as they could.

Her father was never in the best position after his wife passed, but when his three eldest children all disappeared from his life he was in shambles. He knew he screwed up, but was too far in to escape his mistakes. Felicity began to pick up his slack, taking care of her younger sister and two younger brothers. She knew that things wouldn't get better if she didn't make them and so when she wasn't caring for her siblings she was working and when she wasn't working she was studying. She didn't want to end up like her father and so she made sure she knew how to make it in the world by herself. She was going to make a new life for her and her siblings.

She took part in every activity she could at school and managed to eventually obtain a full scholarship to Oxford University for her exceptional grades and extracurriculars. She hated to leave, but she knew that to succeed there was a chance to truly make a difference in her life and so she went to the school. She studied biology, but she also worked a job keeping her busy 24/7. She would use some of the money to cover living expenses and then sent the rest home. She didn't give it to her father, he would spend it all at once, instead, she sent it to a friend who would then use it to make sure her siblings were alright. Felicity was an exceptional student and she had an uncanny knowledge of botany and zoology, but as things got worse at home, with her siblings needing more money to get by she was forced to drop out just before graduating to work.

Things were looking bleak until she met Michael Drayton. She was serving food at a charity event he attended and she caught his eye. Michael was rich beyond Felicity's wildest imaginations, she saw an opportunity and took it. Their marriage was sudden and admittedly based on shallow values, but the money she took from him to help her siblings was peanuts to him. He changed her life, everything she used to dream of having was handed to her on a silver platter and she could afford to save her siblings from her father's endless rut. It didn't hurt that Michael was charming and with time, she truly fell for him.

Felicity became the perfect wife and eventually the perfect mother of three boys. Always there to support, always perfectly preened, always perfectly prepared and always perfectly presented. While her husband worked and she found hobbies, sewing helped her with the kids when they tore their clothes and made use of her time. She cooked for the family every night, often starting dinner at noon in order to have a feast when the time came. Sadly, Michael rarely ever joined them. She gardened as well, a feeble attempt to put to use her years of studying biology. She also became the chairwoman of various charities, often ones that helped animals or ones that provided aid to children in unstable homes.

Felicity had nothing but time. All her dreams were allowed to sink so deep that they were beyond her grasp, but what use did she have for dreams when she had everything? Michael was sure to give her everything, but there was one issue in their marriage aside from his constant absence. He was cheating. Felicity knew this but allowed it to happen. She relied on him, as did her children and she had asked so much of him that she was entirely dependent on his cash flow. If not for her sake, it was for her children's. She loved them dearly and didn't want her boys to suffer from a broken family as she did. She covered up his affairs, she made sure no one knew of them, cleaning up whatever messes he left behind.

Every day is a careful balancing act for Felicity as she maintains sanity living a life she no longer wants. Her husband cheats on her with a new woman every night, she can't take care of herself as she had always wanted, she abandoned her dreams and she has to act like everything is always perfect all the time. She manages nevertheless because her children matter to her more than anything else and she would do anything for them. And she has. Felicity has done many things she would never speak of in order to make sure her family stays together.



❃❀❃ Reason for Flight ❃❀❃

Michael Drayton went on a business trip which just so happened to coincide with his wedding anniversary which he forgot about entirely. Felicity decided to hire a nanny to care for the kids while she took a plane to surprise him while he was out and to bring him his gift, a watch, flask and lighter all engraved with his name. She needed it to seem like their marriage was holding together not just for her, but for their kids, though of course, the money spent on the gifts was his so the gifts didn't mean much to her.



❃❀❃ Belongings ❃❀❃

All that Felicity had on her at the time of the crash was a bottle of Ibuprofen she carries on every flight in case she feels sick, her 5.4k blue diamond engagement ring and pure platinum wedding ring and the box holding her husbands anniversary gift, a Bering Time Watch, a St. Dupont lighter and an 8 Ounce Flask, all engraved with his name in cursive.

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