Re: Gwen/Felicity/Marta
[It had taken her far too long to walk to the docks, and she'd had to spend the entire boat ride keeping herself from shouting at Eddie to go faster. She'd seen him around town before, had a memory about carnivals and arcades, but none of those things were important at the moment. At the moment, what was important was her brother. Getting to the island and finding him - bringing him back away from whatever creepy fucked up voices had echoed down the phoneline at her.
Eddie left her on the island, her booted feet solid on the old wood as she walked away from his boat. He'd given her a pack of supplies, and she carried it along with her, though she'd pulled out the small radio and tucked it into her pocket. She'd taken a few minutes before running out the door to throw on as warm of an outfit as she could, jeans over a pair of tights she found, two pairs of socks, four or five layers of shirts and hoodies, and an older coat she'd had for years, two sizes too large for the exact purpose of layering beneath it. She was several inches shorter than she usually was, the sole on her boots thick but not heeled. They were what she'd worn when she'd hurt her ankle at Halloween, and she laced them just as tightly now as she had then. Hair pulled back and a hat shoved in the opposite pocket from the radio, she took a deep breath and stared at the abandoned shops in front of her.]
Okay, assholes. Where's my brother? [The words came out quiet, barely carrying past her immediate area.] You got me here, now give him up... [Not particularly wanting a response, she set her shoulders and began to walk.]