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It's sometimes strange to see Kiara sleeping; her facial expression so serene and almost angelic. She could fool anybody with those high cheekbones and delicate upturn of her full lips. Kiara was a combination of feathery and sharp features, a balance set of symmetry. In public, she'd often turn looks, walking in those sultry and demanding strides with her chin tipped and her shoulder blades invisibly tied back. Her umber hair would flow behind her as if to leave the crowd wanting more, and only receiving that soft, lingering smells of jasmine flower and white wood. But oh if Kiara were to be catcalled, her wide eyes and full brows would snarl, embedding lines that more than displayed a surprising fiery anger. It was so strange to see how something so alluring could turn into something so ferocious. She could make anybody her victim with that collaboration of surprise, seduction and strength all rolled into her personality. It also helped that she was a personal trainer that rarely liked leaving the gym.
She was situated just in between the waves and the sand, the water tickling her feet and rising just above her knees in a chilly tease. From her waist up, grains of sand speckled her slashed hoodie and tangled hair. It would have been nice, save for the blood and bruises that tainted her skin. Furthermore, the uncovered areas of her shirt were now just beginning to burn from their exposure to the sun. As if the sun was rattling her body awake to avoid burns, Kiara aggressively squinted against the brightness of midday. The furrow of her brows and the edges of her eyes continued to intensify until she worked her way to an upright position. And then the realization hit.
Hauling her feet out of the water to crouch underneath her, Kiara struggled against the sand until she got her footing. Teetering to a stand, Kiara surveyed the... island? That she was on? Shit.
The plane.
Shit, shit, shIT
Planting her hands around her vital organs, and furiously checking for any wounds, Kiara wrestled her hoodie off of her in a mayhem of unruly motions. Her limbs were shaking too much to fully cooperate, similar to how her brain was working. Or more accurately putting it, not working. Now her hands were pulling at her hair to fall out of her face, but it wasn't exactly improving her still blurry vision. Was the water really that enormous? How far away was she from the modern fricken world? It was like the sky and the ocean blended into one sickeningly scary shade of far away blue. Intangible.
Though at least her vocal cords were managing, considering the colorful list of curses that plowed straight out of her lips. This was not happening. It wasn't. Maybe this was an extremely vivid nightmare. Or that stupid 4D virtual game that her friends always loved dragging her to. This couldn't be reality. But none of that seemed to explain why her chest was now in an agonizing hold. Or why her legs were now buckling.
SORRY IF ITS A BAD POST IDK I'M BAD AT FIRST POSTS EW
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Finn had never been this desperate in his life.
He was generally a happy kid who could always see a silver lining no matter how thin. Finn wasn’t smiling now as he clutched Tommy’s backpack to his chest, his round, terrified blue eyes searching the gray crowd frantically from where he stood atop a mound of debris. The plane had crashed some forty-five minutes ago; Finn had been shaken back to consciousness by his cousin some fifteen minutes prior. He must have passed out from the sheer g-force of plummeting towards the earth in a spiraling, groaning jumbo jet, but the horror didn’t stop there.
When Finn had stirred, the first name that tumbled from his lips was that of his twin brother, Tommy. They had been sat a few rows separate on the plane after Kieran mixed up the tickets, but now his brother was missing. The beach was now live with screaming and shouting, moaning and weeping, family members calling out for each other with unimaginable distress as true chaos was beginning to settle in. Someone said they were in the Indies, another said Hawaii; wherever it was, Finn didn’t care so long as he could find Tommy and put his mind at ease.
Since he and Kieran had split, Finn had been unsuccessful in finding Tommy’s whereabouts. He was too sick to even try to look under the rubble and fish out what could be the remains of his best friend’s body, obliterated to pieces. No. Tommy was alive, he was sure of it. He could feel it. He had to be, because Finn wasn’t sure what he’d do without him. How could look mom in the eye and tell her that Tommy was… gone?
He wasn’t going to let that happen; it was decided. “Tommy-! Tommy Keating!” Finn picked his way around the wreck covering his nose and mouth from the fumes, practically gasping for air when he crossed the premises to the ocean. Too many bodies. Too much blood. Shouldering Tommy’s backpack, Finn retched next to his shoes in the sand, coughing up bile. He supposed that was quite enough for a minute, he could use some fresh air and a wash of his face.
Trudging down the coast and to the lapping water, Finn did a double take. There was a girl farther along, laying in the sand while the tide teased her legs. Was she dead? Finn abandoned his mission to wash up, instead bounding with long-legged strides Tommy would always tease him about towards her lifeless figure. Before he got there, her silhouette stumbled to its feet and began panicking in a manner he was sure everyone here could relate to. Her hoodie came off and was discarded, a frantic pat-down ensued just as he reached her breathless and dizzy from his concussion.
“Hey-!” Finn chirped, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly as he set his hands on his knees and closed his eyes for a minute. Sweat beaded on his freckled nose and under his armpits. This was nothing like the trip to the Bahamas he’d taken with his family two summers ago. “Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Finn caught his breath and straightened to his full lanky height, concerned blue eyes doing a once over to assess any serious injuries. Tommy was a nagging thought in the back of his mind, but he wasn’t just going to leave this girl. If she was able bodied, he supposed maybe she could help him.
A voice reached out to her, somehow reaching past her foggy daze that glossed over her vision and numbed her senses. Twisting her neck and shielding her eyes from the intense sun to locate who was calling out to her, it took a few moments for the male figure to sharpen into focus. The boy before her practically towered over her, his presence almost sending her overwhelmed state past the point of what Kiara could handle, but his facial expression and those eyes seemed to match her own delirium. She couldn't quite explain it, but having somebody else just as scared as she was somehow comforted her and lessened their daunting situation. That situation being a literal disaster of a plane crash.
A plane crash, why couldn't she wrap her head around that yet?
Kiara registered that the boy had asked her a question, but it still wasn't processed yet. The words were just a jumble of noises that spilled out of his mouth, alongside the stench of vomit. Perhaps Kiara needed to vomit as well. The acid in her stomach wasn't doing well just sitting there, burning her insides like smelt. Or was that smell her body being burnt to a wilt by both the sun and the sourness of her intestines? Sand still lined the majority of Kiara, crawling its way into her open gashes and grinding against her red hot sunburns. She was mainly dry, save for her legs, so at least a cold wasn't bound to happen any time soon. Kiara didn't get sick, so she wouldn't know the first thing to do when battling illness. The amount of vitamins she took normally sent her through the bitter winters protected.
Her amber eyes had fallen into a narrowed expression, the soft shades of brown just peeking through her downward cast lashes. They were still sort of blank, clearly either not hearing or registering the question of the boy. Instead, a mumbled blurting of, "I'm bleeding," popped out of Kiara.
As if she surprised herself, she looked down to watch the corresponding trickling of blood that trailed down her left shoulder to arm, and a mirroring one on both legs. Returning her eyes to watch the stranger, Kiara crossed her arms as if to shiver against the heavy heat of the island.
She needed to get a grip or else he was going to actually think of her as insane.
Shaking her head, her hair spinning out and a spell of sand shaking off of her, Kiara hoped to also clear her mind.
"I mean I'm okay," She fixed, a more definitive tone now presented, "I need to find my bag. I need to stitch it up."
Hopefully, the sewing kit she had packed in her bag was still there. It was meant for her interest in fashion, but that was no longer something she could think about. Though, Kiara would need to find her bag first. Scanning the boy once again, her eyes looking for similar cuts across the expanse of his lanky limbs, she stopped at a few matching trails of blood. A common goal was always a good idea right? Even though the boy was a total stranger to her? Surely Kiara didn't have to worry about stranger danger at this point, considering they both came from an airplane crash. And he seemed so distressed, maybe he needed more helping than her.
"You need to be stitched up too."
It wasn't like Kiara to talk in such a simple and caveman-like manner, but her head was still so incredibly leaden, it was like just the act of thinking seemed like so much work.
Not everyone was handling this plane crash as well as he was, and Finn had to give her credit for even being able to say clear words to him. A few others at the site had only blinked at him, drooling blood before looking away, far past his capability of saving mentally and emotionally. This girl, however, appeared capable of at least acknowledging him, even if her responses were a little slower and more unnerving than he was generally comfortable with.
She was skinny, and she was tall by comparison to other girls he knew, sand dusting the whole length of her legs and arms as well as some of her hair. Neither of them looked so good, but it sure beat the others. Finn was lucky to be walking away with just a small cut above his eyebrow that was already scabbing over nicely, as well as a few bruises from flying objects. He and Kieran had been fortunate enough to have the plane collapse in a protective curl around them, with an opening on one side that provided a clean way out for his cousin to drag his unconscious body out into the sun.
“Yeah, well would you look at that,” Finn answered brighter than he meant to, kicking himself for sounding just like his dad. It was a thing his father said quite often when the younger Keatings blurted something so obvious and so stupid that it warranted no other response but that one. He missed those suckers. The girl blinked and slowly seemed to absorb the situation, and he waited patiently combing his fingers through his dark dusty hair. She had the same idea, shedding several smatterings of sand from her body with a few strategic shakes and pats.
Just as she was doing so well and Finn presumed they could get on with some normal conversation, such as, whether or not she had seen a boy just like him running about, she declared a concerning statement about needing to stitch “it” up. And by it, he wondered if she meant her wounds; that much was confirmed when she looked at his eyebrow and scraped elbows and definitively decided that he, too, needed to be stitched up.
“Hey, let me have a look at you,” Finn pulled out his best persuasive voice, trudging across the sand in his dirt-logged black hitops to her. He was used to coaxing and coddling his younger brothers and sister, but he hoped it wouldn’t have to come to that extreme with her. “May I?” Finn raised his eyebrows for permission, lightly taking up her fingertips in his large palms. He turned her arm over and found a shallow gash by her shoulder, but nothing incredibly severe to the point of needing surgery on the beach. Thank god.
Her knees were large scrapes, but nothing a little TLC couldn’t heal with time. “I’m Finnegan, but everyone calls me Finn- or Finney, whichever you like better,” Finn started to prattle off as he bent over to check her ankle, satisfied then with her examination. “What’s your name? Where are you from?” When he was training to lifeguard at the local beach one summer with Tommy, the instructor had stressed the importance of keeping the victim calm, distracting them, and trying to help them get a grip on who they were. “Let’s sit down, look how nice and soft the sand is.” Maybe he was overkill-ing it a little. She wasn’t a toddler, for crying out loud. He just was afraid of saying the wrong thing.
She was frowning, but she still hesitantly welcomed the boy's touch as he examined her slashed arm. So his name was Finn. He had a delicate look about him, from the way his eyes fluttered about her, or the soft angles of his cheekbones. But then there was also something strong about him with the cut of his jawline and the slant of his brows. Kiara wasn't sure yet what to make of him, but he was quite a lot nicer than the men she evaded in the streets or subway. A thousand times nicer than her ex. Though when he bent down in a sudden swooping motion, Kiara twisted her feet in the sand a bit too fast and fell straight on her ass, back to where she started.
"How the hell are you so calm," Kiara demanded, a detonation of strength shoving her words out. She scrambled backwards to create a larger space between her and Finn, as well as reaching for her sweatshirt to blanket her body. She was like a deranged animal reacting wildly despite the satiny resonance of his voice. He was so... okay? With all of this? How was this boy talking about the nice sand. Perhaps he had hit his head, the poor thing, doesn't he know that they had just plummeted from the sky? In a death wish of a plane?
She could have made a joke about the whole falling from heaven pick up line cliche, but her mind was pounding far too fast to gather her wits. Instead, Kiara met Finn's cajoling grin with a nasty scowl. They were picture opposites. Kiara was in a pounce-like position with a rigid grip on her sweatshirt and the other hand fisting the sand, while Finn was crouched and had an outstretched hand that was initially reaching for her tender ankle.
"What the fuck," Kiara mumbled, the confusion evident in how she ended her words on a higher pitch. Letting her head fall into her hand, sand smearing into her dark locks, Kiara defeatedly sighed. She needed to calm down.
Shit, shit, shit.
Returning her eyes back to Finn, wary though immensely less feral, she doubtfully added, "I'm Kiara,"
He seemed okay enough, despite him talking to her like a damn child, but at least he seemed genuinely worried about her wellbeing and that was a lot more she could say than for a handful of people she knew back home. There was this sincere quality about him, surfacing past the sugar coating of his words. And it was convincing her to stamp out her hysteria, like a hand pulling her out of a horrible hallucination. Wait, she needed her bag. Raking her eyes over the large expanse of sand and water, she realized it was going to take a minute to find her things among the wreck of torn metal and chairs. Okay, maybe a little more than a minute...
we need someone to play tommy uHGHHH
Awh Emma don’t worry abt it!! U don’t have to rush or anything like that
but eventually keiran has to find his own girl kiara is FINN'S FOREVER
ooooh this is gonna be fun to play with what should we do abt the dynamic between the three?
OOO could be fun gettign finn out of his comfort zone with kiara and making things super awkward
Every tree looks the fucking same. That was all that Kieran could think as he found himself lumbering through the undergrowth, trying to get a foothold on a grassy floor that was somehow both soft and jagged. Not for the first time, did he find himself stumbling over his own feet, cut up palms connecting with the trunk of an ancient creeping tree. He paused just long enough to release a torrent of colourful curses, catch his breath, and then he was off again. The watch on his wrist had cracked on impact so he didn't have the slightest idea of how long he had been in the jungle or whether the hour rendezvous time he had agreed with Finn had passed. Count on his cousin to make sure he got the beach and Kieran had the jungle, jammy prick. Sweat ran down his temple and into his eyes, but he didn't have the energy to wipe it away, he just powered on, ankles crunching over the shrubbery and the twisting roots beneath his soles. It was probably best that he'd taken to the jungle in their hunt for Tommy. Finn had been in a right old state when he'd dragged him out of the wreckage, and Kieran didn't expect him to be fairing much better now.
Meanwhile, he'd escaped with little more than a fashionable split lip and bloodied knuckles. He'd certainly attained worse injuries on the football field...or on a Saturday night out in Charlotte. Kieran was still having a hard time believing that any of them had walked away from a plane crash, let alone with the minimal injuries they had. It was a damn miracle, but again he reminded himself, that until they found Tommy, such thoughts were dangerous. He blew out a breath, his lungs burning as he found himself in yet another clearing. Where the hell am I now? Turning on the spot, he searched for anything he could recognise, again listening for a sound that might just pinpoint his location. He hadn't seen a piece of the plane for around twenty minutes now, leading him to believe that he'd exhausted the impact zone that lay within the trees. Should have turned back twenty minutes ago, idiot. He braced his hands against his knees, taking a moment to catch his breath. There was no sign of Tommy here, and nor had there been anything to indicate that he was any closer to the bulk of the wreckage. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he gasped, straightening and placing his hands on his hips. "Tommy!" he tried again, "Tommy Keating!" Nothing. Only the stunted silence of the trees and the distant sound of...
Waves. He'd almost found his way back to the beach. The slightest feeling of relief washed over him, though it was coupled with the grim realisation that if Finn hadn't tracked down Tommy on the sand, then they didn't have all that many places left to look. Swallowing around the dry lump in his throat, Kieran broke back into another steady jog, following the sound of the sea and the growing light between the trees. He called Tommy's name as he went, but soon enough his lungs were too sore, and his throat too dry to even get the words out. Around ten minutes later, Kieran staggered out onto the sea front, dread washing over him as he again found himself staring at the skeletal remains of the smouldering Delta flight. Maybe he shouldn't have been complaining about scouring the jungle after all. The beach was a maze of tangled debris, coiling wire, and burnt out aluminium plates, and he didn't even want to think about the state of the dead and the dying who lay strewn across the sand. Kieran already seemed to have blocked out much of what had happened since in the moments following the crash, he had a very vague recollection of pulling Finn free from the wreckage, but even that was hazed and foggy.
Shielding his eyes from the sun, he tore his gaze form the metal carcass of the plane and scoured the beach, trying to locate Finn amongst the chaos. He could barely make out a thing up by the trees, and god only knew where his glasses were, so, setting his jaw, he made the grim decision to walk down the beach in order to search his cousin out. It took far longer than he would have liked, at least twenty minutes, picking his way around bodies and severed limbs, simultaneously trying to hold onto the contents of his stomach and hold his breath against the stench of smoke and fuel. He found himself longing for the eerie quiet of the trees once again, at least until he locked eyes on Finn, crouched down a little way up the beach. Thank fuck for that! Pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead, Kieran stumbled down the last stretch of sand towards to his cousin, but slowed as he realised Finn was currently in the midst of helping someone else. A muscle feathered in Kieran's jaw. They were meant to be looking for Tommy. That was the priority right now, not helping random strangers on the beach. He closed the distance between them, brown gaze searching out the eyes of his cousin and then the girl he was helping. "I checked the trees and the top of the beach," he said tightly, "Couldn't find him, any luck down here?" Kieran didn't intend for it to come out in such an accusatory tone, but if Finn could waste time bandaging wounds, then why the hell had they been in such a rush to track down Tommy in the first place.
Finn nearly lost it when Kiara snapped at him, insisting on knowing how he could be so calm when their world had gone to shit. He had to be calm. If he wanted to find his twin, and get them out of this mess alive, he had to retain some sense of normalcy around here before insanity and hysterics turned him into… well, her. Out of all the Keatings, he was probably the most level-headed sensible mind, and Finn needed to be that for himself right now. If he could have it his way, maybe if Tommy was here right now and not missing somewhere, perhaps then Finn could have a nervous breakdown and cry, scream, throw his fists at his brother’s chest and sob. People were dead, their luggage was missing, and they were stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean somewhere with no help in sight.
But, Finn held his ground, steeling his jaw and swallowing the tears that threatened to surface in those big blue eyes of his. He remained next to the girl, although he didn’t try to force her to let him take a look at her ankle. “I’m Kiara,” she said at last, and Finn exchanged a sad smile with her. “Nice to meet you,” he said with a quiet lopsided smile, wishing that they weren’t making introductions right now on a foreign beach. He’d had his fill of sun and sea after his vacation in Australia, but it would turn out that mother nature had other plans for him.
Just as Finn was about to ask Kiara if she’d seen a tall boy who looked like him nearby, a lean figure came sauntering down the sand towards them. Shielding his forehead with his hand, Finn squinted at Kieran who somehow looked in worse shape than he had when they’d parted nearly an hour ago. “Kieran-!” Finn breathed, relieved to see his cousin was okay if not slightly on the verge of dehydration. Ignoring Kiara for a minute, Finn stood where he’d squatted next to her and looked behind his cousin discouraged. He was alone. “Where’s-? Where’s Tommy…?” his voice wavered as Kieran began to report where he’d been and his consequential empty findings.
“She was hurt, so I stopped to help her, I-“ Finn generally didn’t cry, even if he was the most emotional of the Keating boys. He was always telling people to find the silver lining, to see the good in every bad situation, but right now, Finn’s watery gaze trailed slowly up to the framework of the Delta flight in the distance. Silently, he shook his head and choked back a torrent of tears between tightly pressed lips. It was as if his character had done a complete 180 upon Kieran’s arrival; gone was the boy who tried to keep it together and help Kiara from going into shock and madness. “What if we don’t find him, Key? What if- what if he’s dead? Kieran, we have to find him, I can’t-“ I can’t live without him.
Finn collapsed against his cousin’s chest, arms tightly grappling the torn sweaty shirt he wore. Wasn’t it Tommy’s? Before he could really start wailing, Finn abruptly pulled away from Kieran and wiped at his eyes frantically. “Kiara, we have to go, I’m sorry-“ Finn explained too quickly, his mind racing. “My brother, my twin brother, Tommy, Tommy’s missing and we have to find him.” She had to understand. His character was good, in his heart he wanted to help her but he couldn’t. What was he thinking, wasting time with a stranger when Tommy could very well be on his last breath?
Kiara’s mind was yet again seeming to erupt. She was entirely overwhelmed with just the simple fact that she had survived a plane crash, but now there was not one boy suddenly talking at her, but two. She had a keyed up desire to punch something. Or maybe she could punch one of them. Her nerves were fried and visibly trembling underneath her tanned skin, the especially darkened shade thanks to unconsciously lying in the scorching sun of the island. Kiara needed to do something with the buzz of her energy, the adrenaline of waking up in a mystery location no doubt violently jolting her muscle and blood awake. Abruptly vaulting off the sand to a standing position, Kiara shook out the sand as well as her crackling joints from staying in one stance for too long. She may have also had a scratch to challenge the authority of the two boys before her. Though she definitely wasn’t as tall as them, Kiara still needed the height to declare her own dominance. While the two had faintly similar features, the only characteristic she could focus on was that they were both males. And thus, a confrontation to her. It wasn’t until Kiara attempted to take a step before realizing that her ankle was obviously still in the same, hurt state as it was about three seconds ago. Biting down a yelp that threatened to fire out of her, Kiara instead gnashed her teeth and swiftly shifted her weight to the other foot. Perhaps the boys didn’t notice considering they were holding their own seemingly argumentative conversation, defensively trimmed words just about to daring one another. There was drama of some sort, the implication already tiring her out. She didn’t need this. She didn’t need any of this.
“She has a name,” Kiara muttered, though her voice still quite discernible for everybody to hear. What was even more angering was that she was set up to be the damsel in distress, ‘hurt’ and in need of ‘help’. Please, Kiara could do this on her own. She’s had her fair share of worse injuries in her past, and on top of it, was a personal trainer for god sakes. Kiara had fought with professional athletes, even a few wrestlers among football and soccer players. All she needed was her bag. And to do something about her fat ankle.
Warily eyeing the subdued fight beginning to develop in front of her, Kiara ripped a portion of her sweatshirt’s sleeve off to tie around her ankle swelling. The skilled motions of her fingers worked off her sneaker and fixed the cotton material until a neat brace had compactly bundled her ankle, the offered stability just enough to get her to walk without hissing. Despite the temporary pride in Kiara’s own saving, she still looked like a disaster. She was dressed in a loose cotton tee that was tucked into a pair of ripped denim shorts, unmistakably more ripped than in the condition she had initially bought them, and white sneakers that were soaked and speckled with blood. And not to mention the tangle of her brown hair that stiffly cascaded down her shoulders, the strands curled from the hold of the saltwater.
“I suppose you don’t need to be here anymore,” Kiara roughly prodded, her arms working into a robust fold across her chest, “You should go finish finding whoever Tommy is.”
She was all about firm words and rugged shows of I don’t need you, you would need me, even in a time of turmoil. Kiara was terrified down to the bone, but nobody had to know that besides her. She didn’t know the first thing about survival, and the thought of being left alone horrified her, but she wasn’t just going to admit that. Not her style. The boy, or Finnegan, was already making her uncomfortable with his own show of vulnerability. Must be nice to just fall into somebody like that, overflowing trust and emotion just so easily pouring out from him. The other boy, despite his more aggressive demeanor, still managed to soften from their contact. Looking away quickly, as if she was the one intruding, Kiara glowered at the island as she inspected just what she was to do with where she was.
Finn had been a pillar of strength for Kieran in the months following his parent's divorce, and it was something he had never forgotten. As his cousin sank into his chest, tears brimming in his eyes, Kieran's expression softened and he gently gripped the top of Finn's arms, supporting him as he sucked in several shaky breaths. The role reversal was foreign to him, Kieran wasn't great a comforting people, his strengths lay in delivering solid, honest advice and then offering to take people out for a drink.
It was something he'd done many times for both Tommy and Finn over the years, usually after one of them messed up with a girl or ballsed up an exam. This situation called for a different kind of comfort though, and Kieran kept his honest advice to himself. Finn might just lose it completely if he uttered even a word of the thoughts that were currently racing around his head. Tommy was relying on them to find him, and fast, because if he hadn't been killed in the crash, there was a very good chance he wouldn't survive the night without the medicine that was currently in their possession.
He chewed on the inside of his cheek, brows furrowing as Finn pulled back. "We'll find him, okay?" It was the only reassurance he could offer, because even Kieran with his occasionally relaxed morals was above making promises he couldn't keep. "We're not resting until we do, until we know." He clapped Finn on the top of the arm and then let him go, casting a sweeping look over the girl who was still stood nearby. She was tall, long-limbed and bloodied from the crash, brown hair awry and dark eyes a little glassy.
If they'd been in any other situation he might have taken notice of just how stunning she was, but right now there were more critical thing to focus on. He stooped and gathered up Tommy's bag from where lay in the sand, slinging it over one shoulder. The girl was giving it attitude now and Kieran's gaze flicked from her to Finn and then back again, a look of disapproval on his face. He didn't look impressed, but he was inclined to agree with her.
"Yeah, exactly what she said." He gestured in her direction, but his eyes were on Finn's reddened face. "We should finish finding Tommy." Kieran left the rest of his statement unsaid, but the inference was clear...before we're too late. Finn was babbling out a half-assed apology to the girl for leaving her alone on the beach, repeating Tommy's name again and again, and still they were no closer to actually going and looking. Kieran blew out a breath. "For fucks sake, Finn." He levelled a look towards the girl. "You, come with us, there's no use staying down here on the beach."
((is the medicine thing still a thing for tommy? i can take it out if not))
((yES!!! nobody will make tommy :( any takers bc i want him to be a real character ugh)
Kiara probably should have been more sensitive to the unravelling situation of what was probably the two boys missing a family member. A brother? Well, whoever it was they were missing was important and making her reaction evidently inappropriate and heartless. The second boy who had strolled over to her was now throwing her a muted, but still present death glare. That lapse of judgement was a constant theme in her life, wasn't it? Never understanding when it was a good time to bite her tongue and save her own comments for herself. Normally, Kiara would have whispered sharp remarks to her best friends, which would then pull out sly snickers and a mayhem of fully developed and disruptive laughter. But at least it wasn't just her who would get in trouble. Now, she was alone and solely responsible for whatever stupid statements that would tumble out. Kiara felt like an idiot. Though she couldn't simply admit that, she was far more headstrong than anything else. The day Kiara admitted her wrongs was the day... the world ended? Something wildly impossible and far away, to say the least.
She needed to do something that could get her away from the denunciated air of the second boy, but also to busy her mind. Half limping and half plodding through the uneven floor of sand, Kiara had only taken a few steps before she was digging into the sandy grains. It was probably a waste of energy, which was an even bigger deal seeing as how Kiara had no food or water to fuel her, but there was this incessant need that had taken ahold of her. She needed to feel like she was doing something productive. Maybe if she could just find something then it could act as a sign that the universe wasn't going to kill her off quite yet. So far, though, Kiara's hands were only sifting through the heated sand that held nothing but shards of unintelligible metal and plastic. Her idea of anything useful, like packaged peanuts or even a cup for her to collect water, was nowhere to be found.
If it turned out that Kiara's bag was also somewhere futile, like the bottom of whatever fricken ocean they had crashed into, she was going to either collapse or rage to tears. Both felt absolutely possible at the moment. But then again, Kiara would rather throw herself back into the water than have strangers see her cry. On top of everything, she couldn't also deal with a bruised ego as well.
Kiara was ready to move to another direction of the beach before one of the boys had called out to her, addressing her as a "you". Her fiery desire to throw a string of creative insults was put out by the reminder of Finn's now diminishing crying. Kiara couldn't turn away another opportunity of help, even if she plainly doubted the boys' abilities to help her. They didn't have to know that yet. She couldn't already begin a fight. She needed to be smart and filter herself, even if she hated it.
"Fine," She frankly replied. It was difficult to look proud and unimpressed with a limp, but regardless, Kiara still attempted to anyway. Straightening her spine to reach its full height, which consequently also tugged her shoulders back, Kiara began to walk back to where Finn and his friend, or perhaps brother was. She didn't know him or what his name was, but that wasn't enough to get her to ask for his name and introduce herself. He would have to be the first one to initiate that conversation. Her leg muscles particularly jumped at the strain of her ankle alongside the difficulty of balancing on the slip of sand, but Kiara still powered through. Maybe if she showed just how strong she was, she could actually start to believe in it too.
ew that was a gross post i swear i'll do betterrrr
