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The cool lapping of the water teased her. She watched it splash, splash, splash against the rocks. Against some plane wreckage. Against the cliff's wall in which she was leaning over. Her chin rose to meet the horizon. It was a somewhat sunny day. Windy. A promising day. She had a second chance. Danielle Garcia watched the havoc and chaos play around her down below and on the beach far beyond expressionless.
She had been like this for some time now. Waiting. Thinking. Plotting. She had to find Blaise. And if she wasn't dead already find another way to deal with her. Dan wasn't the type to get blood on her fingers but she'll find a way to get that case. It was fate. Otherwise why would the plane crash as it did when she had hoped for it most. For a diversion that would give her long enough to do what she had to do. And it was fate that she was washed ashore completely unscathed. Where bodies lay dead around her- she was not. And it was fate that she found her carry on belongings almost immediately after walking from her crash site. Narrowly missing death from a blowing up plane. She never bothered to help anyone as she walked through the forest with renewed determination. She needed a vantage point- and the cliff just stood out to her. If she couldn't find Blaise...
Fate was in her favour. She would find her. Dead- or alive.
((Sorry its so short))
((nah it's always hard starting lol i gotcha))
Blaise was going to die. At least as of now, emotionally. She was homesick beyond words, and she couldn't find any form of comfort on an uninhabited island such as this. She didn't know Aiden enough, much less Jackson, and the image of the jaguar drooling at her was still sending her through traumatic shocks. Her hair was overflowing in salted unruly waves, her lips were chapped and beginning to split in stinging cuts, and she was dressed horribly in men's clothes that were still semi wet. Not to mention, her torso felt so bruised that she suspected her spine was bent out of line while her ribs were cracked through the bone. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, she had run out of tears despite the ongoing dry heaving sobs that racked her body.
In another time, the view of the island and the ocean would have been comforting. The sky was streaked with cushiony clouds and reflected so clearly upon the sharp ripples of the ocean that the sunlight bounced from every angle. The air was crisp and the smell of salt drew Blaise's mind into a spin of deja vu from past beach vacations. But now, it was all just a reminder of how completely stuck she was as her only form of transportation had been blasted out of the sky in broken pieces. It was only now that Blaise realized that her secretary, Danielle, had been on the plane.
Small and cute Danny that always found time in her schedule to bring her coffees, never forgetting to replace regular milk with oat milk. Or sending her sticky notes of her schedule. Or comforting her when a business competitor had stressed her out. She had been seated a few rows behind her, but since the crash, had not shown up. Was she... dead? She couldn't be. She had been so real and so present just a few hours ago.
A whimper of a sob slipped out and remained in the quiver of her lips. Blaise needed to find Danny. But where could she look? She needed a vantage point, and she needed to pull herself together. Blaise was originally sent out for a hike to find drinking water and specifically told not to wander too far from camp, but her distracted mind had instead led her a great deal away and towards a cliff. Though when Blaise moved closer, a figure was perched alarmingly close to the edge.
"Hey!" She shouted, worry surging out of her throat, "Hey!"
A child was running on the beach. From Dan's vantage point she could make out the tears, the ugly crying from down below as the girl ran for a prone figure on the sand. The figure was a woman. Death had been unrelenting as it gripped the final breaths of the woman in the crash- or was it the fall? The ocean waves not only crashed on the rocks but on another dead body too. Dan wondered if pain could be washed away that easily. If the girl's tears was anything to go by- well then that was a definite no. There was havoc everywhere, but that girl just stood out to Dan. The desperation, the helplessness, the emptiness in the girl's posture alone was triggering. And yet Dan couldn't bring herself to do anything other than watch with a sense of apathy. She was more curious as to what would happen next. Fate, it seemed wasn't in this child's favour.
Dan however, still felt drawn to the girl, and heedless to the height she had taken a step closer to the edge of the cliff. Closer-closer-clo-
Dan froze. Her eyes first trailed downwards to where her feet stood just on the lip of the cliff, before she rose her eyes and turned her head almost systematically to the person who had interrupted her thoughts.
Squinting her eyes against the glare of the sun, Dan tried to make out who stood before her. Her being a woman was the most noticeable feature, but Dan had to take a few tentative steps closer to see the fellow survivor. The woman was wearing men's clothes that didn't fit her size exactly. It was odd. Seeing as Dan was still in her short black dress and cardigan with her bag propped on her shoulder. Was she the only one lucky on this crash? Slowly Dan's eyes rose to meet the girl's eyes and had to raise her hand against the sun to see better. Multicolored eyes if her sight was working properly. The only person she knew that had heterochromia was...
Understanding dawned in Dan's eyes and she flinched backwards. "Blaise?"
Her heart rate sped. Not like this. Not like this. She wanted to confront Blaise on her own terms. To ruin her life when she was ready. But Blaise was here, surprising her. No. Not like this. But she didn't really have much of a choice. Always chased her own tail for Blaise. Well NO MORE. Now it will be on her terms. It had to be. She would show Blaise just how it felt to be second best. No camera to hide behind. No person to trick or manipulate. They were stranded on an island. Chaos was all around them. Who would notice her changed game other than the person that it mattered most too?
Steeling herself Dan stiffened her posture and propped a hand on her hip. She didn't have to treat Blaise like she was on a pedastol anymore. Blaise was injured. She wasn't protected by fate like she was.
"Nice to see you alive." Was all she said after she had regained her composure. No more.
((omg this girl's killing me internally she is so crazy))
Maybe in any other setting Blaise would have picked up the recoil of Dan's narrow shoulders or the aversion that was clearly warping her delicate features, but Blaise was too worn and too relieved to do anything but to run to her secretary. It was Danielle, she knew it from the moment she saw her thick locks of dark hair and the distinct cut of her jaw from a mile away. She then set forward as she rammed her way into a tight hug, clinging to the only thing on the island that kept her tethered to home. Home that was currently impossible to return to. Contrasting to the comfort of Dan and her familiarity, a surge of memories began to wring its way into Blaise's mind. Moments of Blaise clicking holes into her keyboard as Dan would rush in and out bringing clients in or chucking phones with lines that specifically asked for Blaise. The times that Blaise would go and look at vacant buildings to work her staging or designing talents with Dan's hands ready to write notes and clip together magazine ideas. They were always a team, through her failed projects, which were very few, and through her promotions until she wound up as the top member of the company. They would often spend late nights at the office or at Blaise's penthouse, ordering pizza and wine and figuring out last minute details that added an extra 'oomph' to concepts.
This same Dan was now on an unknown island with her, and strangely, looked completely fine. Blaise detached herself with her chin unhooking from her shoulder while her hands pushed Dan's shoulders back.
"You look okay, but are you?" She declared, her voice somehow retaining that assertiveness that was habitual in the presence of Dan, "How did the crash affect you? Any cuts? Bruises? Sprains?"
There was a motherly undertone that was beginning to surface as Blaise scanned her secretary to check for any injuries. Despite the age difference of only two years, Blaise held enough authority to even make any elders shrink away. She was cheerful and always came across as energetic, but the persistent and sometimes domineering natures of her's was also a big part of her. Blaise often swung between two extremes of innocent and youthful to wise and definitive. It's what made her jump up the ranks at the office so fluidly and quickly.
"You too. Can't live without my assistant, can I?" A blithe smile tilted her lips as she finally took the time to look Dan in the eyes. There was just something off with her, but perhaps it was just the crash. Blaise certainly knew she looked different as well.
She couldn't deal with it anymore. The nerve. For Blaise to say that she couldn't live without her assistant even miles from home was nerve racking. At every sentence she had to condescend her It was constantly rubbed in her face. Dan glared at her not bothering to respond as she eyed her boss shrewdly. She didn't feel the need to answer her questions. After all they were just as annoying and unnecessary as she was.
And that motherly tone? They were close in age, and yet Blaise always treated her as a child. She would show her. Dan was better adapt on this island then Blaise ever could be.
Dan's gaze finally rested on Blaise's case- or lack thereof. Where was the case? Dan moved around the small room she had on the cliff without actually passing Blaise as she tried to see if there was any place Blaise could have hidden it.
Did... she lose it?
What a fool that girl was. Who would lose priceless information? Now Dan had to find it the hard way.
Or not....
"Where's the case?" She asked curtly trying to get as much out of Blaise as she could. Perhaps years ago, before this ambition consumed her, Dan would have had better priorities, but many things had changed in the years in Blaise's service. Her health came first- then her work. And seeing as Dan was healthy and clean as ever- she now needed to get back to business.
The case- she needed the bloody case.
If it wrecked in the crash-
No she had to believe that it was well and waiting for her somewhere.
There was a moment of strange silence before Dan scrutinized Blaise once more before asking for a case. The case? She tilted her head questionably as her mind lethargically traced the meaning behind a so called case until it landed back to their project before the crash. The newest of their clients' project. They were supposed to be finishing up the details of a celebrity chef's home, one of many for each of the locations of their restaurants, as well as rendering Blaise's own home decoration as a side project. The leather case containing their months upon months' collection of strenuous work was packed alongside her carry on, which were both most likely at the bottom of the deep ocean. As Blaise was suddenly reminded of her job, which was strange considering how much it all meant to her and how long it took for her to grieve over the lost materials. Texture samples, the poster of the color schemes, and the handwritten notes on each furniture item was now nothing more than fish food. The strain that was evidently taking a toll on Blaise's features was silently answering Dan's question, with her furled brows and the hold of her inner cheek stuck between her teeth.
"Gone," She finally replied, though the tone of her voice came across as more of a question than a statement.
Although Blaise kept copies of her work on her home desktop computer, it still pained her to think of their physical work now deteriorating in the ocean. She was a girl of aesthetics, and the hours she poured perfecting the look to sell to the client was surreally gone. Blaise's gloom overpowered the strange and cunning reasons on why Dan was asking for a case despite their life threatening situation.
If Blaise hadn't vowed on holding her shit together and pretending to be strong, then the overwhelming details of the plane crash and the destruction of her work would have already sent her spiraling into a meltdown. But she had to be okay. She had to pretend. If she tipped over into an oblivion of sizzled nerves and despair, then how would she survive any of this?
Gone.
No it couldn't be gone. It simply couldn't. And yet, Blaise's distress was palpable. Dan was shocked to say the least, that Blaise had not yet caught on to her schemes. Maybe she sincerely did believe that Dan was soft hearted and wanted people to walk all over her. Couldn't she see how she had changed?
It didn't matter yet.
The case was not gone. It was on the beach somewhere, she was sure of it.
Dan nodded tightly and did not spare Blaise another thought as she pushed past Blaise and headed to the path down the mountain.
Blaise didn't have the case, did not even think it had survived.
Now that there was really no purpose of their 'reunion' Blaise was no longer needed. And Dan couldn't find any where in her cold rotten heart to care.
The wheels were turning in her head, she just needed to formalate a plan so that as soon as she found the case she would be off this island. Preferably with Blaise stuck behind so that her plans wouldn't ruin. The case might be wrecked, might not be. But if she found out the materials used, the client, she would be fine. Hopefully there was a radio somewhere where she could steal. If she couldn't get off this island she would have to find a way to send the information out.
For the first time since seeing Danielle, Blaise picked up on the sour set of her lips and the unforgiving angle of her eyes. There was a new darkness about her that seemed to radiate from more than just her exterior, though she couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly. She was emanating a certain rage, though it was just barely peeking out. There was something much, much bigger and explosive that Dan was tamping down within herself. Before Blaise could say anything else, Dan's shoulder cracked into her own as she sped off, a new assertiveness possessing her that had never surfaced in her assistant in the past.
"Wait-where," Soft, confused words tumbled out from Blaise, no doubt contorting her usually collected demeanor into one of subtle but present panic, "Where are you going?"
They had nowhere to go but the island. Lolling stretches of sand, water, and the jungle. Their lives were still at risk despite the miracle of surviving a plane crash. Everywhere was teeming with creatures, poisonous or downright predatory, and food or water was nowhere to be found. If anything, Blaise would have expected Dan to stick by her and fight it out, side by side just how they would always do back home. The girl storming off before Blaise seemed to be someone else entirely. What happened to her?
Dan did not pause her walking as she heard Blaise call out behind her. She actually rolled her eyes. It was sweet that Blaise was for once insecure and was doubtful. She was no longer in her comfort zone. And whilst Dan wasn't technically in hers- well, Blaise being put off guard made her feel way better about herself. It showed that not everyone was perfect. Not even the Great and Mighty Blaise Kelly.
Dan scoffed at her own thoughts. But she continued walking. Blaise would most likely follow- and if she did Dan would no longer be soft to her. This was a new game, and Dan had her own cards to play.
After a couple more moments she decided maybe it was better to rub it in her employer's face.
"Actually I don't think I'll be silent any longer." She said in a sing song voice as she turned to face Blaise. "You are a conceited sham- and I hate working for you." She said giving a mean tight smile as she raised her brows at Blaise. Lets see how she takes that.
"And your work is terrible." She added as an afterthought. Of course that was a lie though- Blaise was the best interior designer she knew- which was why she was stealing her plans. But it seemed like a sore point to poke at that would rage Blaise. IT felt refreshing to release all that though. Why couldn't an opportunity like this happen sooner?
