Yes I am "that" Dakota (popqueen) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-08-20 10:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | cycle003, dakota, incomplete, rob |
Who: Dakota and Rob and maybe Susanna?
What: Dakota makes a new friend
When: Saturday, June 8th, early evening
Where: Near the landing site
Warnings: None so far.
Dakota had been doing her best to keep her inner turmoil well, inner. Saint had chastised her for getting so worked up and freaking out and Saint was one of the few people in the world that could actually snap Dakota out of a tantrum. But this went far deeper than any stupid tantrum over the many frivolous things that made up the life of Dakota Davenport. It wasn't like she could flip out about not receiving the VIP treatment when they were stranded on an island. As one day passed into the next, Dakota began to feel a bit helpless. She had expected the coast guard or someone to have arrived already to rescue them. She had hung back when that guy with glasses had been talking about contacting the authorities with the satellite phone that he had found. She could hold on a little bit longer. People would forgive her screaming and yelling and crying because she was clearly traumatized.
The tiny redhead wasn't exactly being helpful though. While others had pitched in to help with things around the beach, with camp, Dakota had stuck close to Ian and Saint. More so Saint as Ian wanted to be helpful and explore and do stupid guy crap that Dakota didn't care to do. She was happy to hunker down with her stylist and best friend until rescue came. The problem was that rescue wasn't coming fast enough! Had Rob told the authorities that Dakota Davenport was on the island? If she could just get a hold of her parents she knew they would literally move mountains to rescue their only daughter and the baby of the prestigious Davenport family. They had money to make things happen and her father was a bulldog when he wanted something. There was no way they would leave her here.
She had a nasty taste in her mouth like she had been licking sand from the Sahara. She would kill for a damn toothbrush. One thing she was glad for was the complete and total lack of mirrors on this island. Dakota did not have any desire to see the hell that she must look like. The girl who never even left her apartment to go down to the corner store without full makeup, dress and shoes now had sand all over her dress and was walking around barefoot with smeared makeup still left on from the night the ship sank. She thought she had picked all the mascara off by now but without a mirror she couldn't tell for sure.
She wasn't entirely sure where Saint had gone, although she trusted it wasn't far. Saint would never leave her unsupervised for too long. Even though this went far and above the call of duty, the girls were more importantly friends even though Saint worked for Dakota. If there was one person on this damn island that Dakota trusted, it was Saint. She would do everything in her power to get them off of this island. Unfortunately, while Saint's power and influence went a long ways in Hollywood, here trapped on an island there wasn't really anything she could do. Dakota had spent her whole life being taken care of by others. Maybe it was time to try and take care of things herself.
Rob was cute. In an older, dorky kind of way. He had bright blue eyes and a pleasant looking face. He was definitely not Dakota's type but since he had the phone, she could make him her type. She looked up at him as she approached and realized he was really tall. That worked in his favor too. For as short as she was, Dakota liked tall guys.
"Hi," she said a bit too cheerfully. "I'm Dakota Davenport." She reached her hand out to shake his. She wasn't sure if he was one of the ones she was shouting at with threats of lawsuits and the like the day before but she hoped not.