[h1][b][i][color=SeaGreen][center] Billie Atwood [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Lighthouse
Skills: N/A[/center]
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One of the most versatile tools scavenging the island became the humble rock or bottle. One loud [i]thunk[/i] could briefly gain the attention of the casualties; however, besides a few strays meandering along the coast, the waves did not garner enough of the casualties’ attention for too long. Could it be similar to white noise for prolonged proximity? Then again, how many times did Billie stop to chase after the sound of wind? Unless out of the ordinary, some sounds might not register as prey. These were the thoughts that kept Billie awake all through the night; however, in a way, Billie found it comforting as she gazed across the ocean. Some beauty remained relatively untainted in the world.

She turned towards June with a tiny glimmer of hope in her sunken eyes hearing the words coffee and energy drinks. Insomnia mixed with dehydration, coupled with being on constant alert, took a toll on Billie’s face. Heavy bags sagged under her eyes and each week she appeared more gaunt than the last. [color=SeaGreen]”You know, I would really like that. Let’s hope they didn’t store it next to the fish,” [/color]she said with a weak smile. 

As the team entered the lighthouse. Billie approached each step with caution: checking around each corner, looking underneath any furniture, any sign of outside movement. As June mentioned needing the light to only work once or twice, Billie’s mind drifted setting a building on fire at night to gain the attention of ships across the water. Wouldn’t be useful, but something in Billie wanted to light a giant goddamn fire on this island. [color=SeaGreen]”You got it, Jeb.”[/color] Billie followed June upstairs, but unlike her friend, she took her sweet time to not further exhaust herself. As her delightfully chipper friend rambled upon medieval architecture against invaders and the evolution from swords to guns, she considered how the old rules of warfare don’t translate well into modern times. [color=SeaGreen]”Yet nowadays we are told to run away from gunfire. Oh how times change.”[/color]

Once the two reached the top, Billie institutionally aimed her pistol at the body laying on the ground. June’s nonchalant approach up the stairs would have alerted the living or what counts as living now. Given how the body remained stationary, could this simply be a corpse? After a shoddy investigation, the two could safely assume the corpse was safe. What a strange world to be in to feel safe next to a corpse. Thankfully, this man did them a favor by pulling the trigger to his own head. Saved them a bullet. With the corpse's pistol still intact, she lowered her aim from the body. [color=SeaGreen]”Nice find!”[/color] 

[i]Don’t think about the corpse. Don’t think about the corpse. Don’t think about the corpse.[/i]

[color=SeaGreen]”We might finally be catching a break! Handgun, bullets, a radio, and maybe a functioning lighthouse if we get the power working. All it needs is power right to shine the light? These lenses should do most of the work for us to shining that light out.”[/color] If they can get either one of these things working, it would be a good time for a little celebration. 


[h1][b][i][color=lightskyblue][center] Diane Beaufort[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Beachside Cabin
Skills: N/A[/center]
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With rolled up sleeves, Diane scrubbed the table for any dust and grime as Kaitlyn engaged in small talk. [color=lightskyblue]”Oh you don’t have to help. It’s just a way to get my body busy.”[/color] More so she didn’t want to appear more weak and helpless than she already was. She wanted to find a way to be useful in some capacity without crossing the fence. [color=lightskyblue]Honestly, I am happy there are some other kids here for AJ. If she were alone for all this. I don’t know who she could rely on. Paul is[i] gone[/i]. Having kids her age might help her relax and escape all of [i]this[/i], just for a moment. Some ways I’m jealous. Comes with the territory of being a mom. You can’t stop worrying.”[/color] In some ways, this was relaxing. Cleaning the cabin allowed Diane to feel like she was offering some sort of safe environment for AJ. [color=lightskyblue]”How about you? How do you manage?”[/color]