𝒜𝓁ℯ𝓍𝒾𝓈

My Lord Of The Flies girl oc art. (Please give credit if you use my work)

Backstory: She is the only girl in the boys choir. She was placed in the choir because the girls choir was full and they believed she had potential to be with the boys. She is the highest singer but she is never treated with respect on the island because Jack is jealous of her singing skills. She has a gold star on her hat because she is the only girl. She wears a ribbon bow around her neck, and her sleeves are rolled up while on the island because it is hot. While swimming she wears just her under garments which include her bra and bloomers. Her uniform requires her to wear a ponytail but after a few days on the island she decided to leave her hair down. While everyone was escaping the fire spreading across the island she was running and fell which caused her to get cut on her right side by a tree. She's mutuals with all the choir boys but they have never spoken outside of choir until they got on the island.

Includes Roger, Maurice, Ralph, Jack, and Simon.

Roger:

You sit on the ground where the grass meets the sand, sharpening your blade. The sun is getting lower by the minute and your movements grow slower by the second, every stroke of the rock hitting the blade is a battle against the exhaustion. You try desperately to fight the tiredness off but the blade needs to be sharp before morning. Lost in your exhaustion, you do not notice Roger approaching from behind. He watches your struggling rhythm for a moment. Stepping closer, he drops to his knees behind you. You get startled slightly at the sudden sound of movement, but the noise isn't enough to scare you back into reality. Before you can fully react, he wraps his arms around you from behind. His slightly larger, steady hands gently cover yours, guiding your sluggish movements to shape the edge. You turn your head to see him, offering a lazy, half-asleep smile before resting your gaze back on the weapon. Roger shifts his weight, moving to sit beside you without breaking his hold on your hands."I'm tired," you say lightly, looking down at the blade, "but I need this finished before tomorrow." "Yeah, I noticed," he replies softly, his tone blunt but affectionate. Which is weird for his strong personality. He gently takes the rock and the blade from your relaxed grip. "Here, just lay down on my lap. I'll finish the rest, okay?" "Alright. Just wake me up when you're done, Roger." You ease your head down onto his lap. As you close your eyes, he carefully angles his arms away from you, whittling at a distance to ensure no stray shavings fall on your face. Maurice yells to Roger from a distance not realizing you are asleep on him. "Roger! Ive been looking for you, what are you doing over h–" Maurice pauses and looks confused when he sees you snuggled up on Roger. "Why is she sleeping on you?" Maurice says, walking over towards the two of you with pure confusion. "She said she was tired" Roger says bluntly. Maurice is speechless, he just decides to head back to the rest of the hunters. After Roger finished sharpening your blade he lightly picked up your head from his lap, left your blade next to you, and stood up to go sleep with the rest of the kids, leaving you sleeping all by yourself. He didn't sleep near you or wake you up to move you to a safer place, but at least he helped you with the blade.

Maurice:

everyone sits in a tight circle, the sound of rocks scraping against each other. While the rest of the group takes turns talking, a sudden, heavy wave of exhaustion comes over you. You fall completely silent, losing track of the conversation entirely. To your left sits Jack, and to your right is Maurice. Hoping to hide your fatigue from the rest of the group, you hunch forward, letting your head drop so your hair falls like a curtain to cover your closed eyes. Maurice, immediately notices the sudden silence from your side of the circle. He looks over and sees your hands resting completely still, your blade and rock sitting idle in your lap. Leaning in close so the rest of the group won't overhear, he speaks in a low, gentle voice. "Do you want me to finish sharpening your blade?" Without opening your eyes or lifting your heavy head, you give a nod. He sets his own weapon down on the grass beside him, then carefully slides your blade and rock out of your relaxed grip. He begins striking your blade against the stone, while you drift off. After a while you wake up to feel someone carrying you, it's Maurice. He glaces down at you to see you softly staring up at him, he then smiles and looks back up to see whats in front of him. You close your eyes again but can't quite fall asleep due to him shaking you as he's trying to walk. After about a minute of walking he stops and lays you on the ground next to a pack of the littleluns, "sleep well" he whispers before walking off with Roger and Jack.

Ralph:

The intense labor of the day finally catches up to you. After hours of hauling heavy wooden logs across the island to build the shelters, an overwhelming, exhaustion settles into your muscles. Overhead, the harsh tropical sun finally begins to cool down. You decide to crawl into the dark, half-finished frame of the hut, collapsing onto the cool ground and letting sleep take over. Outside, Ralph and Piggy walk back from collecting more wood, their arms stacked with fresh branches. "I'm going to go help the littluns get settled for the night," Piggy says, adjusting his glasses. "You can finish up the roofing here. "Ralph nods, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Right. See you at the fire later." They part ways, and Ralph walks back toward the unfinished hut. As he gets closer, he pauses, realizing the area is missing a person. You are nowhere to be found. A wave of confusion and fear wash over his face. He lets the bundle of sticks fall to the ground, fearing something might have happened to you on the island, he checks the area before finally looking through the low entrance of the hut. Relief replaces his panic when he spots you curled up on the dirt, sound asleep. He crawls inside the cramped shelter and gently sits down beside you. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks softly. You force your heavy eyelids open, squinting through the dim light to find Ralph hovering over you. "Yeah..." you mumble, your voice thick with sleep. "Just really tired." Unable to keep your eyes open any longer, you go right back into unconsciousness. Ralph watches you for a minute, listening to the sound of your breathing. Tired himself, he lays down beside you, giving you your space at first. The two of you fall asleep back-to-back, a small gap between you two. But as the hot temperature is replaced with a cool ocean breeze, your bodies naturally seek warmth. By midnight, you have both turned inward, sleeping face-to-face, with his arm wrapped around your body, comforted by each other's presence.

Jack:

The hot sun was setting. Left alone with the littluns while Ralph and Piggy were elsewhere, you had been drawing pictures in the sand with the children. You collapsed into a deep sleep on the beach, completely unaware that the littluns had abandoned the drawing to fight with wooden sticks around you. Down the shoreline, Jack walked on the coast with Maurice and Roger. He looked over to see the crazy scene. His brow furrowed in confusion, among the loud children, a lonely figure lays completely still in the sand. Leaving Roger and Maurice to their own conversation, Jack parted ways from his friends to investigate. He knelt beside you, exhaling a quiet breath of relief as he watched your chest rise and fall. Turning his sharp gaze to the littluns, Jack yelled at the children with his strict attitude, ordering them to drop their sticks and get ready for bed. The children scrambled toward the grass. Jack looked back down at you sleeping, carefully picked you up, and carried you to the grass where you could sleep peacefully. Knowing you were dead asleep, Jack took it upon himself to finish the job. He marched the kids to the designated rocks to use the toilet, and hushed them until the last littlun fell asleep. Since his secret task was finished, Jack walked back down to the beach where the hunters sat in a small circle around the bonfire. "Where've you been, Jack?" Roger asked, looking up as his chief approached. Jack sat down by the flames. "Nowhere," he said, refusing to let a single hunter know that he had just spent his entire evening taking care of the children that were supposed to be your responsibility.

Simon:

You and Simon sit on the shore, the crash of the waves hitting you every 10 seconds as the two of you talk about life and the world outside of the island. The two of you shared everything, like a deep love for the same books, quiet times, and even the same irregular sleeping habits. But laying on the warm shore was relaxing, almost too relaxing. As Simon was speaking, he glanced over and noticed you fighting a battle to keep your eyes open. "Do you want to move over to the grass to sleep?" Simon asked, his voice soft and protective. "Falling asleep too close to the water might be dangerous if the tide comes in." You looked over at him and nod. "Yes, Simon. You're probably right." Together, you stretched your tired bodies and walked a few yards back to sit under a tree. The grass there was thick and soft. Instead of lying flat, the two of you sat upright, leaning your backs against the strong trunk of a large tree, shoulder to shoulder. Within minutes, your heavy eyelids finally close, and Simon goes out like a light. As you drifted off into sleep your head gently came to rest on Simon’s shoulder.