* DEATH / WISH

ALANA AMENGUAL ( ALEXA DEMIE ) is an EIGHTEEN year old from BATTLE CREEK, MICHIGAN. SHE is known around the island as THE HBIC because she is DETERMINED and AMBITIOUS but can also be UNDERHANDED and RUTHLESS. SHE reminds of cherry suckers, invisalign smiles, and the sound of laughter behind your back.

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Divya was always terrified to interact with Alana. Always. Hearing a wolf’s howl not too long ago did nothing to change that. “Yeah, it’s not… the greatest admittedly…” She scratched at the nape of her neck. “But like, it’s emotions, you know. Just emotions.” It took every bit of Divya’s will power to not let her thoughts wander and think about Destiny’s Child hit song, Emotion, there and then. “We all care about Jenny,” Divya continued on. “Shane is really close with them… And Shane’s a super… you know, passionate person, so…” They should have all seen it coming from miles away. “I’m not surprised it happened, but I just wished they’d wait.” It was frustrating honestly. “Jenny’s smart. I’m sure if they got stuck somewheres and couldn’t make it back, they’re just waiting it out till the sun’s up” Divya was hoping for that at least. She sighed. “We really need to come up with a buddy system rule. And be really strict about it. We can’t keep doing this.” As much as she didn’t like to agree with anything Alana said, this time Divya found her to be quite correct actually.

-

“ implementing a buddy system just means that shane and joss will go off into the woods to fuck each other three times a day instead of two. what we need is a buddy network: no one goes unless we all go. ” which hopefully meant that none of them would ever go because honestly, alana would be the sole objector every time unless it was for food or water. she wasn’t subscribed to the whole soap opera the other girls were clearly living out in their heads; unlike some she had, like, an actual life to get back to. a home. both of which were far away from here. “ i say we tie the repeat offenders to a tree and lead them out for potty breaks every once in a while like dementia patients. ”

Where: Dawn of Eve camp When: Day 10, 1:35AM 

“So what are we going to do?” Divya asked, the question on all their minds. “We need to come up with a plan.” Obviously. “I love Jenny,” she put her hand on her chest to emphasize so, “but going out right now, when we can’t really see, it’s useless.” Not to mention terribly dangerous. She only hoped Shane and Joss were alright, whatever they were doing out in the jungle. It felt terrible to just sit here and wait, but what else were they going to do when the other two had taken the flashlight? “And let’s say all three of them do come back– ” Divya realized quickly how ominous that sounded so she corrected herself. “ –and they will, of course. I have every hope they will,” she insisted. She didn’t want the girls to think she was betting against the pair of captains in their rescue or anything. “If there’s a wolf out there like… do we need protection when we go into the jungle now, or..?”

-

if alana had gum right now, she’d have been popping it. 

when she’d been woken up to the news that there was ( potentially ) a wolf on the loose and that jenny was alone in the woods, alana simply shrugged and went back to sleep. the first time this happened to one of them, it was mildly alarming. the second time, it was annoying. and if you were dumb enough to wander into the jungle by yourself after all that, it was just like, have fun dying i guess. like forrest gump once said, you can’t fix fucking stupid. “ twilight aside, am i the only one who thinks it’s super rude of people to keep doing this ? like, we literally only have so much light per day to gather resources and stay alive and they want us to expend our energy playing hide-and-go-seek like a bunch of stupid cunts. this is just natural selection running its course. ”

alana’s suitcase: an inventory

WHEN: Day 9, Afternoon WHERE: Beach

Today was the day. Divya was finally going to do it. After putting it off for ages, she was finally going to attempt sculpting a sand sofa – her biggest project yet. She’d seen a guy do this exact thing on the embankment of the River Thames once, so she wasn’t going in blind and had some inspiration to work off of. To be safe, she brought along a journal and listed out what needed to be done, even supplying a rough drawing of how she wanted it to look like. Then it was just about getting busy. She gathered her tools – a large stick to function as a shovel, a few empty cans to collect water with, and a water bottle with some water for hydration – and got to work.

First, it was about creating a large hole  – that’s where her stick came in handy. It was going to be easier to shape the whole thing if Divya didn’t have to pile sand on like she usually did with her smaller projects. She dug and dug, breaking up the sand, hollowing out a space for her beloved sofa. A spectator with no idea of what she was trying to accomplish would probably assume she was creating a large grave meant for at least 3 people. It wasn’t the best use of her time or energy, but Divya would rather be slaving away at this than sitting around waiting for rescue.

She felt like she’d been at it for ages when she finally decided to take a break and rest for a bit, plopping down on the sand to take a swig from her water bottle. Mid-sip, she spotted a figure not far off. “Hey!” Divya called out once she moved the bottle away from her lips, bringing up a hand to wave at them. “Want to help?” She asked when they were closer. “I’m going to make a sofa. Or well, sculpt it,” she clarified herself. “It’ll face the ocean and everything so we can watch the waves roll in and out.” / @wildshub​ 

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“  – out of sand ? ” alana deadpanned. she’d say she couldn’t believe this bitch was making sand castle sculptures while they were all out here dying of thirst and starvation, but seeing as it’d been over a week on the isle and they still hadn’t even managed to make beds for themselves ? yeah. yeah, she really could.

after enduring what must have been the most uneventful hunting trip since teddy roosevelt refused to shoot that fucking bear, alana resigned herself to picking up shells along the beach. not for her own personal collection, but for something they could use to cut open berries and trim yarn as they sat around the campfire and crocheted chastity belts with oona, because apparently, this near-death experience was a summer camp now. 

“ no thanks. i’m gonna do something useful, ” she said, ass planted feet away from divya in the sand. “ but i look forward to attending your art installation. i’m sure the beached plastic bottles will really appreciate the nuances of your commentary on global capitalism and furniture waste. ”

jude’s mouth opened, and she quirked her head to the side. how did she even respond to that? perhaps the worst part was that jude didn’t even know if alana was calling her ellen for being gay, or if she just honestly forgot jude’s name. “see, under normal circumstances, i’d beat your ass.” or run you over with my 2001 volvo. “and i still might. i feel like i wouldn’t receive a whole bunch of fucking objections. and none of us know how to hunt, as far as i know, so we are gonna have to go all donner party real fuckin’ soon.”

“she’s not speaking in tongues. she’s just a dyslexic australian.” basically the same thing. “i woke you up ‘cause i was bored, and i thought you were…. literally anyone else.” it’s possible, jude thought, that they were the two biggest cunts on the island. or, no - but perhaps the two boldest cunts on the island? 

“ well i’m me, bitch. if you want the bull, you’re getting the fucking horns. ” yeah – alana was officially awake for the night, and she was set on making it jude’s a living hell, too. despite what the others might have thought, it’d been a while since she’d truly gotten to play mean girl. whining about the lack of vegan options on this island and threatening to shiv the other bitches in their sleep was child’s play compared to the kind of shit alana got up to when she was low on carbs and high on fucking spite.

she shed the layer of snuggie around her shoulders to reveal a dirtied tank top and mud-caked velour trackpants, brushing past jude with ease. time to raid lex’s suitcase for something sharp. “ you’re right, jules, it is starting to get boring out here. let’s have a little party of our own. ”

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day fucking nine.  her whens have turned into ifs.  the law of attraction she had spent time harping on earlier was beginning to sound foolish.   yet when she ignores the impending doom of starvation or just losing her goddam mind,  it’s relieving.  societal pressure seemed to be a lot harder to deal with than the formerly mentioned doomed. of course it’s all because she knows, in the back of her mind, rescue would be circling the group in at least a week.   she can give it another week.

       speaking of societal pressure:        “ hey. ”      without sounding like an asshole, cherry is convinced that everyone under five foot three here lives up to that     (  short and angry   )    stereotype as if their lives depended on it.  it’s why she was reluctant to engage in any conversation with alana.  as admirable as the bitch is, the bitch was still a bitch.   a comfortable, but crippling reminder of her friends from back home.     “   not sure. ”    she starts, when approaching her,    “ what, are you worried about your cutlets ?   ‘cause i bet you some deep sea creature already swallowed that shit hole.   ”     and just in case it wasn’t obvious that the comment was meant to be a joke (mostly),  and no way a desire to have some sort of back-and-forth with the tinier cheerleader who could undoubtedly rip her a new asshole, her lips had already tugged into a smile.    “ for real, though, i don’t know. maybe ?   why,  what’s up ? ”

boo, bitch, thought alana, rolling her eyes at how quickly cherry cowered in her presence. while she never particularly enjoyed being talked down to, after spending nine days in this hellhole with a bunch of druggies and sad socialites, she was actually starting to miss the intellectual stimulation public high school provided her with. what started as a promising spark on cherry’s tongue fizzled out like a smothered cigarette, reminding alana just why she couldn’t stand the fellow cheerleader in the first place: she wasn’t much of a leader, at all.

“ something fucking weird, that’s what. ” and she couldn’t be the only one who felt it. as early as day one, the stars seemed to align all-too-perfectly against them, from the plane crash, to jill, to the potential necro running lose among them. alana flicked one of the ear plugs, letting it bob away from the group as she squinted to meet cherry’s gaze. “ seriously. if the bermuda triangle is in the carribbean, we’ve landed in the fifth timeshare of hell. ”

“be my fucking guest,” jude said, letting the flashlight drop to her side and she straightened up. just her fucking luck the closest person to her was alana, right? “excuse me for checking you weren’t fucking dead,” jude crossed her arms, “or, like, spontaneously disappearing like jill over there,” she gestured vaguely in the direction of jill’s makeshift grave. “didn’t mean to interrupt your beauty sleep.” 

well, that’s a lie. you don’t shine a flashlight in somebody’s face because you think it promotes rapid eye movement. the piss kink thing was enough to derail jude’s train of thought, though - “what? shit, you know something about martis i don’t?” jude raised her eyebrows. “shit, I thought we were all celibate together, and now you’re telling me shane’s already revealed her piss kink to you? we’ve been here, like, a week. you hot girls work fast as fuck.”

“ fucking calm down, ellen, i’m already getting a migraine from listening to you speak before noon. ” thanks to jude’s ever-so-selfless consciousness check, alana could say goodbye to a good night’s sleep. did you know what happened when she didn’t get a good night’s sleep ? she went from mega bitch to exhausted mega bitch, which meant that her bitchiness was so insufferable it could kill plants and dissolve restylane. lex was going to wake up tomorrow morning looking like elle woods on a coke bender. 

she sat up, wrapping her snuggie even more tightly around her petite frame. “ shane is besties with joss now, whose entire personality is speaking in tongues and peeing herself. now tell me the real reason you woke me up or i’m taking that flashlight and shoving it into your colon. ”

…

“not too sure how much my sports bra is going to help with that,” she said dryly, rolling her eyes. she wasn’t sure if alana was serious or not but she wasn’t going to be the one to offer up her clothes to try. besides, lex was the one who had more than enough clothes. her robes would be perfect for it, but shane wasn’t going to say that thought out loud to hear whatever bitchy quip alana had to say about that. 

shane kept walking, not caring if alana was catching up or not. she could hear her walking behind her so she knew that she at least was close. but then shane heard the other girl and clearly she hadn’t given up and stayed back at camp. “bitch, i’m from brooklyn, the closest thing to wild animals i get are fuckin’ rats in the subway and pigeons,” she said with a scoff. “but gathering isn’t as hard as i thought it would be.”

-

“ same fucking thing, ” alana huffed. she’d been to brooklyn, and in her experience, grumpy russian hipsters and neanderthals from the paleolithic age were practically first cousins. god. back at home, alana ate salads like they were five-course meals. she had the bmi of a small rabit. this leaves and berries shit should’ve been like second nature to her, and yet, she found herself starving for a fucking cheeseburger. 

“ whatever, just...tell me what the fuck i’m supposed to be looking for. ” twisting and turning as she stumbled over tree roots, alana kept her eyes peeled for anything that remotely resembled something edible. “ i buy my fruit in plastic containers at meijer, not the local campgrounds. ”

“good luck, scrub deep.” nine days of stress was a lot to put someone like elise, who was neither experienced nor skilled in dealing with people, under despite how much she had been trying to defang herself.

“so what now, alana?” elise had run through scenarios in her head, if alana was really that disgusted, she wouldn’t want to get in anyway, so why should elise get out? “you talk a lot about pussies, you know that?

“ i’m not a muffin-muncher, if that’s what you’re implying. ” seriously. was everyone here so dickmatized that they couldn’t go more than a week without sex, or did alana’s flight accidentally get switched with that of an nclr conference ? because that would happen to her – call it god’s retribution for all the times she made out with girls on the cheerleading squad at college parties. 

hbic: a playlist for alana amengual.

i'd rather be a b-i-t-c-h (i'd rather keep it real with ya) 'cause that's what you gon' call me when i'm trippin' anyway

elise huffed, of course it would be alana, queen asshole. “are you offering a helping hand or what?” her hands reached down to retie her bikini bottoms, the possiblity of hangover headache remedy orgasm gone. she couldnt help shaking her head, rolling her eyes, finding it impossible to hide her annoyance.

elise hadn’t really thought about the drinking water part. but its not like her taint was going to taint their drinking water and sentence them to death. “why are you out here anyway?”

alana wrinkled her nose. did this bitch really decide to give her attitude when she was the one who got caught diddling herself in the deep end of a public pond ? as if. it wasn’t alana who would end up on a sex offender registry if this was anywhere other than castaway city.

…

the last person shane wanted to be alone with in the secluded jungle was alana. she would much rather take on lex, andi, and cherry all at once than be alone with alana. hell, she’d even fish jill back from the ocean and bring her back from the dead than spend any time alone with alana. but clearly the universe hasn’t been working in her favor for the last nine days, so when alana actually offered to go with her, shane had to stop herself from letting out an audible groan. she had to literally bite her tongue to stop from even making a face as the other girl got up from her spot. 

“yeah, okay,” shane crossed her arms over her chest as she watched as she went to grab her sweater despite the fact that it was hotter than hell. she did note that alana seemed to grab something else, but she couldn’t quite see what it was. but instead of putting too much thought into it, shane grabbed one of the swag bags and put it on her back before turning towards the jungle, not bothering to look back until she heard alana join next to her. “yeah, fine, whatever. we can try the jungle. i’m not sure how much seafood we’d be able to get anyways without, like, actual fishing shit.”

-

“ you mean you haven’t tried scooping minnows out of the water with your bra yet ? ” alana gave shane a quick onceover. okay, well, maybe not with her bra – if only they’d saved jill’s. they could’ve netted, like, an entire school with those lane bryant underwires. 

the trek across the sand was quiet and awkward, alana struggling to keep up with shane’s gait despite their similar statures. she supposed it was true, what they said about new yorkers – doubly so for crackhead new yorkers – everyone moved so damn fast. “ do you know how to hunt ? ” alana huffed, blowing a stringy strand of hair out of her face. “ or, like...gather ? they do not teach this kinda shit in home ec. ”

when: day 9, 11am

where: near the waterfall

tw: masturbation

elise wasn't proud of it, in fact her mother's catholic guilt had made its way to the surface, but as a lonely lesbian virgin trapped on an island with a beautiful choir of women, elise needed to masturbate.

she took the opportunity to escape to a quiet spot in the water, where she didn't think anyone would go to, not like she was the sort to attract company.

she lay in the water, floating, letting the water take hold like the grasp of a strong woman. her borrowed bikini top remain as she undid one side of the bikini bottoms.

she heard a rustling, and stopped, opening her eyes.

"hello? Is someone there?

-

after one sleepless evening and a morning of scheming, alana wanted nothing more than to scrub all the negative vibes from her body under a stream of fresh water. she thought she’d been the only one with that idea, too, until she realized someone had beaten her to it. 

alana stood at the edge of the water where soil met rock, staring down the bridge of her nose at leggy blonde #3. had she arrived under literally any other circumstances, alana would’ve just assumed blondie was also here to take a much-needed shower and gone about her merry fucking business. it was the way her bikini bottoms floated off along the water’s surface, tethered only by the other girl’s leg, that gave her true intentions away.

“ – were you just about to clap your clit in our drinking water supply ? ”