Everything felt calm, quiet and serene as a young woman sat near the railing on a cliff side with her cello, her long, dark, silky hair and dress swaying in the cool breeze. Her slender and curvy body was akin to an hourglass like a super mottles’ body, her smooth, tan skin was gently worked by the sun and the elements and her bright hazel and amber eyes shined in the setting sun.
Noire watched the sunset, her back to the regal city looking over the beautiful, vibrant land. The cool breeze continued to lightly sway her dark, silky hair while it cooled her exposed skin from her dark grey dress, caressing it to a comfortable level. For the first time in a long time, she breathed in and let all of her stress and frustrations out. She felt at peace, and right when she set her bow down onto her strings, she felt someone pock her right cheek and everything suddenly became dark and blank as she awoke.
“Hey, Nowy… You still alive?” The familiar raspy voice called out to her as the owner of the voice pocked her cheek once more.
Noire waved her away with a tired hand as she turned over with an irritated moan, “Go away, Olivia…” She mumbled to her housemate as she tried to go back to the sweet embrace of sleep.
“Fine…” she whined in defeat with a short huff. After a moment of silence she spoke up, “Want me to find a Coconut for you?” she suddenly asked.
“Mm…” Noire moaned in response, begging for the young woman to go off to her shenanigans and dub-music or whatever else she calls it. The sound of her adorable whine and feet crunching away on wet sand was music to her ears, Especially the sound of waves washing up on the shore and the serene trees blowing in the cool breeze.
Curling herself a little on the sand, she smiled and thought “Mm… finally. Time to rest on this soft, wet, cool… sand…” she nestled in, tucking in her legs and arms closer to her body to get cozy. After a long moment passed the gears in her head started to come back to life as they slowly spun, “Mm… why does it feel so… strange?” she thought as the gears started gradually speeding up as her little mental hamster awoke for a morning workout. “Hm… I feel just fine… Maybe I forgot something?” she pondered long and hard trying to find when or anything she might have forgotten; an important meeting with somebody or anything but nothing came in her mental checklist.
She sighed with a light shake of her head and nestled back down, “Well, nothing like a good long sleep will fix…” she murmured with a quiet, sleepy tone as she moved around to get herself more comfortable as wet sand clung to her body. “Mmm… comfy, wet, cool sand… Sand? SAND!?”
She quickly scrambled up to a sitting position with wide eyes, just now seeing what her friend meant by ‘find a coconut’. She screamed at the top of her lungs at the sight before her, causing a few birds in the trees to fly off; they were now stranded in the middle of nowhere on a tropical island.
She starts to hyperventilate at the thought of being stuck here forever, with no food or shelter. They’ll DIE of dehydration, or from an unknown infection, or get ripped apart by a wild animal!
She checked herself to find she wore her casual clothing; polished, black shoes, dark grey pants, white shirt with a baby blue bowtie on her collar and a grey vest. They were wet and cold of course; sleeping near the waterline will do that.
Her thoughts raced a mile a second from one point to another of how they’ll DIE, but then her line of thought was interrupted by the girl she’d been stuck with the most part of her life.
“Hey, Nowy!” She looked to her right as she continued to heavily breathe and saw her friend, waving at her happily, clinging onto a coconut tree upside down as the tree bent down with the extra weight, her electric blue, dyed hair hanging freely and swaying lightly in the gentle breeze. She then suddenly lost her grip on the tree with a slip and fell into a bush below with a yelp as three coconuts shook themselves off their parent tree and made audible ‘Bonks’ within the bush. “Ow!” she then heard the girl mumbling to herself angrily about ‘traitorous’ coconuts.