"I'm just... not that optimistic," Faye sighs through her teeth, weaving her fingers through her hair, tugging lightly until her scalp seems to ache from the pull. When she knows how easily it is to worm one's way into the human mind, to persuade one of things that they might never even dream of doing on a normal day, it's so easy to believe that there's something more malicious going on with the island. Insidious, crawling under her skin. It's the only thread that keeps her from just enjoying this place for what it is, for the friends who've stuck around, for the type of relationship that she never pictured herself having in a million years.
"Everything that arrives seems to do so for a reason. People get things from their past, whether it makes them happy, or sad. There are days when everyone just has nightmares. All this craziness that goes on the island, and somehow we still try to push through every day, it's—" She fights the impulse to grab her gun and rain holes in a nearby tree trunk. "It's all we can do, but it's hell."
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Date: 2012-02-02 10:06 am (UTC)"Everything that arrives seems to do so for a reason. People get things from their past, whether it makes them happy, or sad. There are days when everyone just has nightmares. All this craziness that goes on the island, and somehow we still try to push through every day, it's—" She fights the impulse to grab her gun and rain holes in a nearby tree trunk. "It's all we can do, but it's hell."