Re: Hotel -> Lost: Jules & Kitane
[There was running and screaming, then seaweed and sand and Jules butt in the sand. She breathed in sharp, fast, one two three, and then nodded.] Yes. [Absolutely yes. Aubrey should be here and Theo, definitely Theo, he would make her feel better even if he didn't love her the way she loved him.
Her eyes tingled, nose feeling tight and maybe Theo wasn't the best person to be here.] To the bags. [A repeat of what was already said, her sails momentarily deflated. This beach was not a good place to be and with her ankle freed of the seaweed/zombie hand, she trekked upwards from the water, following her footsteps in the sand that she'd made on her way there to get her clothes back.] Bags and a nice beach without zombies and with drinks that have little umbrellas and plastic swords. Kitane tugged her shirt on over her head, the cloth sticking oddly to her wet skin and pulling it out of shape around her body. Her jeans were next - wet jeans, gross - but at least she had something to protect her from any more grabby plant life.
And once it was all back on, she reached for Jules again, fingers wiggling.] We need to find something we can use as a weapon. Then the bags. Then go. [Something to defend themselves would be good. There probably wouldn't be any knives, but there would be sticks, and rocks, and she knew how to use those if that was all she had.] We can do this. We're going to do this. I'm not scared of any brain-chewy zombies. [Her jaw jutted out stubbornly, but her sails were full again and she was ready to take on the world.]