[h1][b][i][color=9e005d][center]June Fowler[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Light of the house 
Skills: N/A[/center]
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	"[color=9e005d]God yeah no I can't stand fish. Too... fishy.[/color]" June said in reply to the coffee and energy drink stockpile that may or may not exist inside the lighthouse. Thankfully! There were other things to keep her mind on while she was up in the lighthouse tower! The radio! The gun! The dead body! The view! The dead people down the coastlines and on their path back to camp! All the things to think about. And that small voice in the back of her head that was now calling her a dumbass for declining to join AV club in favor of playing roblox back when she was in middle school. Sure, a machine was a machine, but now the learning curve would be longer to figure out how to use it. BUT! IF she got the radio working, maybe she could use the radio to transmit to her homemade drone once she got it working? That should give her leagues more options rather than the limited range of  her bluetooth equipment. She knew that the raspberry pi's she had in her bags had wi-fi capabilities, maybe she could use this radio set to talk back and forth with them since wi-fi ran on radio waves too? But could the radio even transmit at the same frequencies? Only one way to find out! OR two if you included reading the instructions. 

	"[color=9e005d]I mean do we really? If someone fired off a gunshot in camp I would bet money someone would come running to check it out. Or if I took this here pistol that ser dead lighthouse guy left us and fired it out the window, I am pretty confident everyone below would charge up to see what's up. Then I would probably get yelled at for making a ton of racket, wasting a newly found bullet, and someone would probably use really mean words.[/color]" June said disapprovingly. "[color=9e005d]But since I found even more bullets, AND! I can probably get this lighthouse going again. I think I can get off easy without too much punishment. And if someone yells at me I will probably just break down and block it out.[/color]" She said matter of factly with a shrug before sliding her shotgun under her arm and attempting to find where in her waistband would be the best spot to hold her new found pistol. 

	Then, the power came back on. At first, June reacted to the buzzing in the wall. Not because it was particularly loud. But because it was... different. Once you get used to specific noises and notice them missing, they stuck out like a sore thumb when they returned. Though people always told June that no one else could really notice the noises unless their heads were pressed against the walls, and even then only at some points. The light flashing on really got to her too, but the light was manageable. Even if she did prefer darker rooms to the bright lights. But that isn't what got to her. What was getting to her was the noises the motor was making as it began to wake up. Louder, and louder. Sharper and sharper. Was it always this loud? Were they all this loud? 

	June began to be visibly distressed. It felt like the motor was hitting all her nerves in just the wrong places. Pressing both her hands to her ears she hunched over in an attempt to shut out the noise. Pistol still in one hand holding it rather improperly as she desperately tried to block out the loud noise. Being hunched over though looking out the glass, it really just hit her how high up she was. She was... really... high up. "[color=9e005d][i]Oh Shit. Oh Fuck.[/i][/color]" She said sharply as it all began to hit her all at once. The loud motor, the high fall outside the glass, the dead man who died trapped up in the tall tall tower, everyone who was dead outside, everyone who was screaming outside. Was Sam one of these things too? What if this had already escaped? What if the moment they left they were shot? Hung? What if they were already dead?! She couldn't think. All she could hear was the motor getting louder and louder in her head. "[color=9e005d]Shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP!!![/color]" She eventually screamed as she flailed the gun towards the light one hand still on her head trying to drown out the noise. Squeezing the grip, finger far from the trigger as she was still holding the gun incorrectly. Realizing this with what processing she still had left, she threw the gun across the floor and ran down a light of stairs onto one of the middle landings. "[color=9e005d]Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...[/color]" She said between breaths. It was the end of the world. They were trapped on this island with no way home. No one was coming to save them and they were trapped. No one was coming and they were trapped. Stopping part way down the stairs she sat covering her ears with both hands taking as deep of breaths as she could muster in an attempt to let herself catch up.