Silence;; Do you dare break it _OPEN_

[Stella Starr]

S.tella S.tarr

I'm waiting for the end,

[W]elcoming the silence around her. The sweet gentle lullaby of earth. The honest symphony made my mother nature herself, the young woman walked threw the night. The moon glinted down threw a layer of thick clouds that all but blocked out the main glow of it. And what a relief it was too, to be allowed to wallow in the darkness, in the shadows for even the time being. It may sound dark and depressing, but to Stella... The idea of just being alone, in silence, in the inky blackness of the night... It was almost relief. Now don't get me wrong. Stella loves the moon and stars just like everyone else. She just... sometimes.... wishes that it could be darkness, pure darkness every so often... dark enough to hide her pale features, and almost silver hair. Dark enough to even obscure her from anyones vision. If it meant she wouldn't be seen, then the idea would indeed cheer Stella up.

[N]ever one to be found of company, or anything that wiggled its way into her business, for that matter. She enjoyed the silence that night had to offer. She glanced around herself, her beautiful blue/grey eyes were solemn, as she stared at the nature around her. She didn't know what she was looking for yet. But Stella was positive about one thing... When she found it, she would know... Atleast... she hoped she would. Stella had been wandering out her in the slightly chilly night air for a while now, and still had yet to find what ever she had come out her to find. It was disappointing to her, to know that she was searching uselessly for a something that most defiantly didn't seem to be there. Or, that wasn't there right now.

haking her hair, causing her silvery blonde hair to fly around her slightly in a cyclone, she frowned. Why was she always so negative? It annoyed her at times, but their was also a part of her that reminded her that if she was positive 24/7, she was more likely to get hurt. She had plenty of warning from her many times dead great grandmother, Morgana. Constant warnings, that came to her in her dreams, that she should never trust anyone. Never tell anyone... Never do anything to inform anyone of Stella's most guarded secret. A secret that every female in her linage had to protect.

For my wings to grow

[H]er eyes slowly moved to the wide expansion of the heavens above her, and she let her thoughts turn more into a prayer... Or maybe it was merely a message, 'Mother, Morgana, Listen to me. Hear my pleads. I don't know why I am here. How I was given this..' Was new life the word she was looking for? No... It wasn't a new life... It felt like a new cage... 'new home?' Home could work too. It was generic enough to form into what ever anyone wanted it to mean, and she wouldn't have to worry about anyone thinking she didn't appreciate being saved from drowning. She did... She just wished her parents had survived as well. 'I don't know how to survive in this world. It is so different... So odd. I don't know a thing about the locals here. All I can be sure is that, like my old... home... I'll have to keep my 'powers' if I can call them such, a secret. I'm not sure what to expect of this world. What to expect of my life anymore. So please. Help me... Morgana.... Mother... I trust in you both to show me the way to make my life the best it can be here. And put my fate in your hands so you may be able to direct me to where I need to be, whether it would be off this Island, or staying here.' She silently ended her prayer to her mother, and Morgana.

tella fully expected an answer to come from Morgana tonight in her sleep. But as for her mother. Her mother would act quickly. As if to prove her thoughts on her mother right, a sudden gust of wind rushed past Stella, pulling her hair, her clothes, and practically her petite form with it. Leading her somewhere. Then Stella saw it.

large crystal lake gleamed in the soft moonlight that had penetrated the clouds that tried their might to hold it back. The waves answered back to the moon, crashing against the beach, and moving to please it. Stella's eyes strayed to an apple tree nestled into the clumps of grass that lined the edge of the beach. The tree was still in bloom, and large lush apples hung from it's limbs. Stella smiled, as she looked upon the scenery. Then slowly made her way to the apple tree.

[H]er light steps made her appear to be dancing, or floating, rather then walking. But she was soon beneath the shade of the tree, and glanced out at the beautiful serene view. Her gaze strayed hungrily up at the apples, that were far above her head. She grimaced. That was the problem with being 5'3''... You could rarely reach anything! She attempted to reach up, and realized... jumping might get her a little closer. She bent slightly, then flung herself into the air, only to miss the lowest apple by half a foot. She groaned, as she landed hard back on the ground. She desperately wanted an apple. She folded her arms across her midsection, drumming her fingers against her forearms as she glared up at an apple, willing it to fall. She would have just telekinesis it down... But she wasn't about to show anyone what she could really do.

he hated her height... for this reason alone... She as so SHORT! "Stupid apple. If you had grown a little lower... I would be able to reach you." She muttered to herself, her soft, angelic voice carried to about 3 feet away before falling captive in the rush of wind. Stella's blue/grey eyes narrowed as she looked up at the apples that seemed to taunt her the way the moved in the air. "Maybe I can reach... this time..." She said softly, again flinging herself into the air, her arms outreached trying desperately to get an apple. She missed... by about a half foot... again. But as she landed, she did so a little lopsided, causing her to fall. Stella sat where she had fallen, bringing her knees to her chest, and folding her arms around her legs. her nails bit into the jeans she wore, as she glared dagger like glares at the apples above hair. "Stupid apple tree." She muttered angrily.

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For me to finally be free...

[Thrif]

Clementine DiLucci never did like the computers in the Cafe. She loved everything else about it; she even loved working there. But the computers made her skin crawl. She wasn’t sure why, but she just didn’t like them. The thought of being able to talk to your relatives and friends, but not be able to tell them where you where, or why you couldn’t come back just seemed so dishonest. Her parents had always taught her to be truthful at all costs, because if she had been caught lying to them she would have been punished. But then again it was something that she had been yearning to do since she arrived on the Isle.

The Cafe had long since closed up for the night but Clementine continued to sit by one of the computers on the far end of the room. The luminescent glow of the computer monitor lit up her face with a blue glow as her long thin fingers tapped at the key board. Clementine hadn’t even meant to be there that evening. She was just sitting having lunch with Belle, the resident ‘chief’ as Marshall would so fondly call her when her boss, Lucy asked her to finish up a shift for a friend.

She lifted her head to look out into the streets, she could see Rem; her four month old Golden Retriever tugging on his leash, and gnawing at the leather. She knew that he was restless, and eager to get going. He disliked being forced to sit in one place for too long; it wasn’t in his nature to stay still.

She looked back down at the screen, and re-read through what she had written once more.

Dearest Papá,

I am alive. I have lived on an Island for nearly a month. I do not know where I am, I only know that you cannot find me. The people here have done their best to live on the Island. Most of them have come to accept that they may never leave it. Not all of us have survived, but there is new life too. And with it, there is hope. I am safe. Please do not try to find me, I do not want to be found.

Sua figlia,
Clementine

She read and re-read through it several times before she was happy with it. It looked about as good as an email with such enclosed information could possibly look. She gave it one last once-over before she dragged the mouse to the top of the page, clicking on the ‘send’ button and watching as the page cleared.

It had to be done, she thought deplorably. There was a scraping of chairs as she got to her feet and turned off the monitor. Grabbed the keys off of the table, she stiffed a yawn as she took long strides towards the front door, locking it behind her as she stepped outside and took a deep breath out as she turned to look around into the dark night.

Rem whined, getting to his feet and practically wriggling with excitement as Clementine knelt down and took his head in her hands, giving his golden yellow fur a good pat. “Did you miss me, fellow?” Her voice was Italian accented, as she spoke to him affectionately, looking down at the tattered leash. “I only got you a new leash a week ago.”

He whined and licked her hands as he dropped to his stomach and edged forwards as he usually did when he thought he was in trouble, but she gave him another pet on the head for reassurance before untying him and crossing the street towards the park. It had become something of a nightly ritual for the two companions whenever Clementine finished off a shift.

The two walked silently as they approached the large crystal lake. The moonlight’s reflection sparkled off of it’s clear surface, and Clementine visualized crystals trying to jump out of the water. Back in Italy, she could remember taking walks by some of the fountains on her fathers property. She never had the freedom of walking around many parks, and now she treasured every moment she had living here in the outdoors. She brushed her light brown hair from her face as her delicate eyes moved from left to right, looking over at the park benches and play ground, to the swing set, and the swings that swayed two and thro in the wind. It wasn’t a cold night, but she still felt herself shiver and pull back Rem’s leash so that he walked a little closer.

“Stupid apple tree!”

Clementine’s head swung around as she heard a voice, and soon spied a small woman jumping up and down, trying to grab an apple from one of the branches. She smiled at the comical scene a moment before walking towards the nettled young woman. “Would you like a hand?” She offered politely.

[Stella Starr]

This is Not my idea of fun

[ I]f anything, Stella truly hated life at the moment. She glared at the large apple tree as it loomed over her. She slowly got to her feet, her arms crossing over her stomach. Nasty little thing. She thought darkly, as she glared at the dull red apples, that looked almost dark maroon in the night light. Why did she have to be so short! Her 5’3’’ height wasn’t doing her any good. And the more she thought about this, the angrier she got. She absent mindedly reached up to her hair, taking a strand between her fingers and twisting it. A tell that she was annoyed.

[H]er grey/blue eyes flashed as she looked up at the tree, depating to simply… What was the term? Edge it to… spontaneous combust. The thought made her brighten a little. Wouldn’t that be a sight to see. To tree to suddenly spring up in flames… But she still wouldn’t get an apple. And she desperately wanted one this time.

[T]hen Stella heard the sounds of someone walking towards her, and a polite voice, that held a hint of Italian accent to it speak out to her, ”Would you like a hands?” Stella spun around to see a woman and a small pup walking towards her… er… rather the pup seemed to just be bounding about with youthful energy. Stella turned her eyes back up at the tree, then nodded to the woman, ”I almost got it… I think… You know what they say… third times a charm.” Her delicate voice dwindled in the air around them as Stella glared up at the tree, and jumped again, and like the two times before… She missed the apple.

tella sighed, and turned to the woman who had approached her. ”You know what, I think I could use some help…” She admitted, frowning, and keeping some distance from her and this woman. She glared up at the tree. ”By the name of Morgana Le Fay, I swear this tree hates me.” As usual, Stella sworn on her many times great grandmother’s name… Just as her mother before her, no… Ever female in her line had done before her.

[ I]f only I could get away with levitating it down. Stella shrugged to herself, and turned back to the Woman, ”I would be eternally greatful to have some help… I desperately want an apple.” Stella wasn’t one to willing admit she needed some help. Expecially to a stranger, but even this girl knew when she was going to have to have some help. Plus if she didn’t have help soon… Well… She would most defiantly… Blow UP!

he ran a pale hand threw her long blonde hair, as her blue/grey eyes looked up longfully at the apples. ”By the way, My name is Kristella Starr.” She added as an after thought. She wondered if she had introduced herself correctly as ‘Kristella Starr, many times great grand-daughter of Morgana Le Fay, Many times great niece of King Authur, wether anyone would realize what it meant. She doubted this, and it caused a slight smile to pull up the corner of one side of her lips.

he looked up at the tree, then back at the woman, ”Help me get an apple, causes I really want one.” You couldn’t doubt that she wanted one. She only kept repeating it over and over again, ”And I’d be willing to share it with you… and your young pup. Gorgeous dog too. Golden Retriever?” She said, and fell silent waiting for the woman to reply. She grew hopeful that maybe, just maybe she would get food, and someone to talk to for a little bit too.

tella was beginning to suffer from lonileness. Her parents where usually around, and for once… Stella felt completely alone.

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[Thrif]

Clementine’s eyes trailed upwards and downwards as the girl continued to try and jump for the apple, which was a good couple of feet taller than she. Clementine, herself was 5’10”, and could have easily picked an apple if she chose to, but the woman standing in front of her must have been about the size as a young teenager.

Clementine was a petite woman with blue eyes that oddly enough, sometimes took on a light shade of green when under certain lights. Her dark hair only reached a little below her shoulders, and her face was diamond in shape. She had a narrow chin, and her wispy hair often created an oval look.

Third time’s a charm...

That expression had always confused her... Third time’s a charm. What was so charming about a third time? Charms could also mean attractiveness, or a small trinket of sorts, it could also mean a magic spell... The English language confused her.

When she was growing up, her father hired a tutor to teach her four languages: English, Italian, Arabic, and Spanish. Although she often frequently misused, misunderstood and just completely mangled many of English slang words or sayings, she could speak it fluently.

Who was Morgana Le Fay? She wasn’t any religious figure she’d heard of before. It sounded French. She made a mental note to ask her about it sometime.

She was pulled abruptly from her questioning puzzlement when she realized that the young woman had addressed herself by name. “My name is Clementine DiLucci,” She spoke in a stronger dialect as she pronounced her surname. “and this is my dog, Rem. He’s a bit of a mischief maker, but he’s harmless”

Clementine smiled mildly, glancing up at the tree. “I remember when I was quite small...” She dropped Rem’s leash and started to walk towards the tree. Behind her, Rem shook his long yellow coat and trotted over towards Krisella , looking up at her expectantly. “...I wanted to learn how to play the piano. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not get the keys right. I got so frustrated that I threw the sheets from the stand and I tore them in half.”

Clementine had enough trust in her four month old puppy to know that as long as they where the only two people here, he would not try to run off. Besides, she was right there. She reached up to take the apple that Krisella had been trying to pick. “My pappa saw me do this and he told me, ‘Clementine, whenever you get frustrated, you must take a deep breath and get back on the horse.’ So I kept practicing, and eventually...” She plucked the apple from the branch, bringing it down and holding it to her. “I got it.”

She continued to speak. “When I tried to explain this to a friend of mine, he told me that the horse was an adage. I am afraid I am not familiar with the breed.” She frowned slightly, reaching up and picking another apple from the tree, taking a bite. “You are new here, yes?”


OOC: Sorry, it’s a very poor post.

[Stella Starr]

tella glared at the tree as she turned back to the other woman… This woman… seemed to be atleast… 7 inches taller then her. So still… Stella felt short. And it wasn’t very pleasant either. She smiled when the woman gave her name. Clementine DiLucci. Her accent seemed to grow a little stronger. And this is my dog, Rem. She said, adding about how he was usually harmless. Stella smiled a little more as she looked down at Rem. He was a cute little pup.

[C]lementine then moved towards the tree, speaking about a memory when she was smaller. And Stella had the sudden urge to tell her, I’m not small… Just under tall. But she bit the words back. Clementine was trying to help her, so she ought to be nice. She watched as she talked about playing the piano, and how she couldn’t ever get the keys right. As she took the apple from the tree, she contined to tell how her father had told her to always keep at it, and that she adventaully got it. Then Clementine handed the apple to Stella, and continued to speak, When I tried to explain this to a friend of mine, he told me that the horse was an adage. I am afraid I am not familiar with that breed. Stella giggled as Clementine took another apple for herself, and asked You are new here, yes?

tella’s smile faded away, and she nodded hesitantly. ”Well, Clementine. Let me explain his comment about an adage. It isn’t a breed of horse, but rather… means a statement expressing general truth. her eyes had taken a glossy look as her photographic memory helped her look at the exact sentence in the dictionary. ”You know, like… Out of sight, out of mind.” She explained, smiling. She looked around her, and her smile dropped again. ”Yes, I am afraid so. I’m new here. Though I’m not to sure where here is. I’m still rather confused by it. All I could gather was that… This land is well hard to find, or reach.” Or else I would have seen this coming. She thought to herself.

” don’t remember much of what happened before I arrived her. Just that the cruise I was sailing on ended unexpectedly when the ship hit a large outcove or rocks that seemed to come out of no where. I remember seeing my father… facedown… in red water. And my mother was floating on a log, half in and half out of the water.” Her eyes had taken on a sorrowful look. ” I… ah…. Searched the rest of the ship. But it seemed that I was the only one who survived. Then a lady came to me, and didn’t really say anything. I glanced at her, and immediantly saw a place of comfort that she would be taking me too. I… uh… am kinda… psychic. Anyways. The next thing I know, I was on the beach here, and that was just a week or so ago.

t is an odd place. This land. Nothing like I had ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot of crazy stuff. But I trusted what Morgana had told me on my first night here, promising me that everything should be okay. And I trust my many times great grandmother.” She said, a slight smile on her face as she did say so.

he looked back at Clementine, and spoke again, ”Could you… perhaps… tell me what this place is exactly. I haven’t found out much, since I prefer to keep to myself.” She admitted, blushing and looking at the ground.

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OOC://Sorry it took me so long to reply back ^^ I've been dealing with semester finals... and wanted to be totally ready for them... So ya... Sorry again [/size]

[Thrif]

Growing up, Clementine had been raised to treat others as you would like to be treated. So when she saw someone in need, it was a natural instinct to feel inclined to approach them and offer her assistance. She could tell from Stella’s mannerisms that she was not the sort of person who’d ask for help very often. She was the same. She had certain rules she set out for herself and one of them was ‘If you want something done right, then do it yourself’. In her young years, she had gained allot of perspective and wisdom. She also showed a proficiency towards sharpshooting, arts and science.

She supposed she inherited these tendances from her father. He had raised her on his own since she she was twelve, after her mother died. He was a very secretive man. Even while living under his roof, she was never completely sure of what he did for a living. He would tell her he was in the messenger business. When his boss wanted a message passed on to a customer, he’d be one of the guys his boss would call upon to pass on that message. He’d tell her that everything he did, he did for her. She was his little princess.

After handing the apple to Stella, she started to make certain distinctions. Stella spoke in a rather peculiar way, she also seemed very kind, and had a strong sense of who she was and who she wanted to become. From what she had seen so far, this woman was certainly someone worthy of getting to know.

She listened attentively as Stella begun to explain what an adage was, and after she finished, Clementine sighed and chuckled to herself. “I should have known that he was pulling my...chain?” She shook her head with uncertainty. She could speak four languages: English, Italian, Arabic, and Spanish. Although she often frequently misused, misunderstood and just completely mangled many English slang words or sayings, she could speak it fluently.

“Adage, adage, adage...” She repeated under her breath, memorizing the saying. Once she was taught something, she seldom ever forgot. She had always been one of the top students in her classes at school. But she had never been what the American’s would call a ‘nerd’ either. She was also the sort of person who’d be seen pushing boys in the mud. She could be headstrong at certain times and had often felt the need to prove herself again and again to the male species.

Stella spoke again and Clementine’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Did Belle not greet you when you first arrived here? She is the one who usually greets the new arival’s.” Unless she was too caught up in her personal crusades, or working around Wilga. Then she’d send someone else to assist. Belle had always been a mystery. A recluse, might be an over statement, but she didn’t leave the ranch very often. She was just a mystery.

She wasn’t sure if she was the sort of person she should be asking about the Island. After being here for only a month she really didn’t know allot about it. Stella’s story of how she had got to the Island caused a chill to creep down her spine and she looked down at her sadly. “I am very sorry for your loss.” She said with close sympathy. But she wasn’t sure what to do. She placed a hand on Stella’s shoulder briefly, feeling the young woman’s inner pain. She knew too, how hard it was to loose a parent. She let her hand drop back to her side.

“I think that the ‘lady’ you saw might have been the Island spirit. She is in control of who comes to the Island, and who does not. There have been a few cases that I have heard of where people where separated from their loved ones and brought here.” She recalled her own experience for a brief moment. “She can bring you here anytime, and anywhere.”

“You may have met Belle. She is the woman who usually greets the new arrivals. I do not know if she was the one who went to greet you, but she is the great decedent of the first woman brought to the Isle. I am afraid she could explain this better than I can, and I know that you like to keep to yourself, but If you would like to go, we can find her.” She offered.

That’s okay Merry Christmas Darl’

[Stella Starr]

Stella smiled at Clementine’s reaction to the really meaning of adage, and giggled as her… odd use of English Slang. ”I think you mean, yanking my chain.” She said with a soft giggle. Then at Stella’s other words, Clementine had looked confused, Did Belle not greet you when you first arrived here? She is the one who usually greets the new arrivals. Stella blushed, thinking, ”Umm… I don’t really remember. I wasn’t in the best frame of mind when coming here.” She explained.

At Stella’s story of why she was here, Clementine had placed a hand on her shoulder, I am very sorry for your loss. She said with sympathy. Stella nodded, and replied as calmly as she could, ”It.. It’s alright. I suppose everything has to die, and it was their time. And my mother has joined my ancestors in the sky, and is probably watching over me now.” She said, her voice turning a little brighter with hope as she spoke of this. Oh how she hoped so. For her parents to be watching her now, trying to help her anyway they could.

Then Clementine spoke again, I think that the ‘lady’ you saw might have been the Island spirit. She is in control of who comes to the Island, and who does not. There have been a few cases that I have heard of where people where separated from their loved ones and brought here. She can bring you here anytime, and anywhere. Anywhere? She wondered where Clementine was when she first came here. Or… was she a local. You may have met Belle. She is the woman who usually greets the new arrivals. I do not know if she was the one who went to greet you, but she is the great decendent of the first woman brought to the Isle. I am afraid she can explain this better than I can, and I know that you like to keep to yourself. Stella looked up, shocked at Clementine’s insight, But if you would like to go, we can find her.

Stella thought on this. Unsure of whether or not she should accept Clementine’s proposal. She wasn’t one to like a crowd. Stella preferred her solitude. But if she was to live on this Island. Manybe she should learn some more about it, right? She sighed softly, and looked at Clementine, ”I think it would be best if I find out more about this Island, I mean… if I am to live here, then It is best to try an understand everything, right?” Stella sighed again, ”I’m not making much sense am I? What I am trying to say, Clementine, is that… I would like to go and find this Belle Lady. I’m not sure who it was that brought me here, and I don’t remember anyone greeting me. And I would like to know exactly what kind of world I have stumbled into.

It is much different from where I come from, and I’m just going to hope I can make some sense of it before I do something stupid or what ever.” Stella realized she was rambling, and immediantly shut her jaw, blushing. She took a few cleansing breaths, forcing herself to relav before saying, ”When would you like to go find her Clementine? I would hate to be the cause of trouble for you. And I do thank you for voluntaring to help me.” She said. Volentering. Yes. It was better then having to ask for help atleast.

Stella took a strand of her long blonde hair and began to twist it around her fingers, a tell that she was nervous, as she waited for Clementine to respond.

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[Thrif]

Pre-Isle, Clementine had been taking a walk around her fathers garden, admiring the stone gargoyles, orchids, roses, daisy’s, fountains and trees. She took regular walks around the garden and was able to identify the names, and meanings of most of the trees and flowers she’d spy.

Orchids meant refinement, beauty, and love. Red roses meant passion and love. White roses meant purity. Pink roses meant grace and purity, and yellow roses meant jealousy and and infidelity. Daisy’s meant innocence, and loyal love. Her aunts where florists, so whenever she went to stay with them, they’d teach her all about the names of plants, what seasons and conditions they grew best in how to care for them. Clementine had her own garden now, and when she wasn’t growling at Rem for digging it up, she spent most of her time caring for her plants, vegetables and own grown herbs.

She had been laying on a blanket out under an old oak tree, beside one of the fountains, just basking in the coolness of the weather. She had closed her eyes, loving the sound of the water trickling in the fountain a short distance away. After a while, she felt a strong wind pick up, causing her to shudder and open her eyes. She didn’t see her oak tree though. No, what she saw was the exact opposite. There where palm trees above her head now! Instead of grass, there was sand, and her fountain had been replaced with the sound of waves flowing in and out of the shore of a beach. There where no scents of flowers, instead she smelt salt water, and rainforest soil.

Soon after that, Belle found her, and brought her back to the town. She had explained everything to her, and allowed her a place to stay while Clementine looked for her own place to stay. She had been remarkably quick to accept her fate that she’d never leave the Island. She saw it as a beautiful place to possibly raise children someday, and soon applied for a job at the Internet Cafe. She then brought Rem and the two of them had lived together since.


Stella didn’t remember whether Belle had greeted her? Well she understood that being in one place one minute and then in another place the next was a shocking experience. Maybe it was natural that after what she’d experiences prior to getting here, she’d blocked out some of the memories, she hoped that it was temporary though.

It was a nice thought that somewhere Stella’s parents where watching over her. She wandered if her own mother was watching over her. It was a nice thought. She had never been particularly religious, but she did believe there was some form of spiritual power out there.

Rem had grown bored of sitting and had wondered off just a little way away, rubbing his back against the grass and kicking his legs up in the air, growling happily.

Clementine’s focus was still on Stella, but she found it a little difficult keeping an eye on her gregarious puppy while he was off trying to cause mischief.

“This place is far different to what I am used to aswell. I grew up in Italy with my father, so when I first arrived here I literally felt as if I had fallen into a different world. I know that it is confusing but you will get used to it.” She sucked the side of her lip, unsure how to tell Stella that there was no way off of the Island. It was quite impossible. Celeste, the Island spirit only chose who could come to the Island, and as far as Clementine knew, she had no power to take people off of the Island. It had never been done before. She’d wait for Belle to explain all of that. “Belle will certainly be able to fill in these blanks for you and I’d love to help as best I can and - Rem!” She rose her voice in a stern matter. The young Golden Retriever puppy was digging a hole beside a large oak tree a good ten meters from where the two women where standing. He lifted his head out of the hole, and looked attentively in their direction, his nose was blackened from the dirt.

“Onestamente...” She let out a high pitched whistle and pointed to the ground in front of her. Rem sneezed out some of the dirt from his nose, hesitated, and started to trot towards them again. He sat beside Clementine again, looking up at her and whining as if looking for some sort of praise.

“I swear he is going to get himself into allot of trouble someday.” She pet him on the head absently, letting out a wry chuckle before continuing on with her explanation. “I am happy to help you. It is no trouble at all.” The thought crossed her mind that Stella wouldn’t have any place to stay either. Perhaps she’d like to stay with her unless Belle offered first. Wilga was where most of the new arrivals spent their first week or so before they could apply for a house.

“Hey!” There was a shout behind them and a few seconds later a tall man with long blonde hair and a southern accent ran up to them, panting from his sprint, he’d obviously been running for some distance. Rem snapped to attention, letting a small whine escape his throat. “What’r yawl still doin’ here?” He looked at both of the young women in front of him. “Didn’ yeh get the memo? We’re goin’ on an ol’ fashioned witch hunt!”

“What are you talking about Marshall?” Clementine asked with just a hint of contempt. If there was anything she didn’t need right now, it was him tailing them. She watched as Marshall racked his eyes over Stella lecherously for a moment. See? That’s exactly why.

“M’ sayin’ our good ol’ Chief Belle’s been kidnapped by some guy ev’ryone’s callin’ the spawn of the Anti-Christ.” Replied the Southerner, his mind suddenly back on attention. Maybe it was Clementine’s imagination but he really didn’t look to worked up about it. If anything, he looked excited!

“What?” Clementine looked consternated.

“M’ sayin’ that Belle’s been kidnapped, Phlegm. Haven’t you bin list’n to a word I bin saying?” He was irritated with the delay. “It’s ‘bout time we got a little drama too, it’s been getting a lil boring ‘round here without any angst. Ev’ryones gotta have a lil angst. We don’t get soaps here.”

Clementine looked at him with an incredulous stare.

“Does the name Andras ring a bell?” Marshall asked pointedly.

“Oh, God, yes.” She blanked.

“Well then, I suggest yawl both follow me then! Safety in numbers n’ all that.” The area around them was suddenly bathed in an unearthly glow of pink and grey light that exploded from the clouds. “Oh my!” Clementine gasped, as the world around them rumbled.

Clementine looked at Stella. On one hand, she didn’t want Stella to get caught up in all of this, but on the other hand, she didn’t want her to be one of the very few people not coming along - Being alone here in the town could put her in danger too.

She knew whichever direction this entire thing was going to play out, the outcome wasn’t going to be favorable.


occ: I was thinking we could possibly join the post Piffle made in the Forbidden Isle board since most of the other characters are there now? Doesn't matter if we dont, it just might be more interesting.