Re: Gwen/Felicity/Marta
[Marta knew that there was no fucking way she was going to be able to find her brother on an entire island. It didn't matter if it was small - she'd never been there before, had no idea what was around, or what sort of fucked up thing had been talking to her on the phone. Even so, she tried to ignore that sick lack of hope in the back of her throat, bitter and sour, and kept on. She told herself that she'd cover every inch of the island if she had to.
She made her way past the shops, through that first section made to look quaint, missing the welcome center in the darkness and heading vaguely uphill and away from the water. The night was quiet around her, no sound of Flash, of Gwen, of ghosts. It began to itch along the back of her neck, unsettling in the worst sort of way, like someone was watching her but she couldn't see them in return. Her steps crunched along the ground, but even that wasn't enough.] Flash! Gwen!
[Shouting likely wasn't a good idea, but she could feel her heart rate respond to the seep of adrenaline into her blood, that panic from the earlier phone call only barely banked. She paused in her walking, silent to listen for a response, clenching her fists in her coat pockets and waiting for something to jump out of the dark at her.]