Regan Wyngarde (mindfulchaos) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-05-13 10:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, *diana, *jj, clarice fong, regan wyngarde |
Stranded on a raft in the middle of an endless ocean was the last thing Regan expected when the vortex transported them. Then again this whole arena adventure wasn't like anything she had ever come across before. She was adaptable — she had to be to survive up until this point — and the shock of the scenario quickly wore off. But even Regan had to admit that her patience for all of this was wearing thin. A full day had passed drifting upon the open waters. She had managed to find a few of the survivors and they had gathered together on their rafts, sharing whatever supplies they could. It had been a long time since Regan had worked with anyone in this capacity. Or ever, really. She had always looked out for herself and did whatever she needed to to ensure her own survival. But the people in Atlantis, in this arena with her, they had become comrades. Everyone working toward survival of their whole, though the arena often had other ideas about that. Like the sharks that had started to circle them. They were big enough to create waves, the large animals skimming the surface near the rafts to cause spillage into the waters. Regan struggled to stay on her raft, fingers gripping the edges in an attempt to keep it steady. But before she knew it she tumbled into the water. She managed to break the surface, reaching out for Ed's hand as he was the closest to her. He was desperate to get her back onto the raft, but it didn't take long for the kicking of her legs to draw the attention of the hungry beasts. They grabbed onto her right leg first, pulling her down beneath the water that was now red with her blood. The pain was immeasurable as the shark took off her leg just as another bit into her torso. She felt her heart beating faster, pumping blood out the open wounds into the water. She could see Ed looking down into the water at her, and it pained her that he had to see her like this. Her slowed after a minute or two — she couldn't tell anymore — while water flowed into her lungs. She was drowning, but that wasn't the cause of her death. There was darkness for a brief moment before she found awake in a bright, white room. Regan gasped loudly for breath, but before she had a chance to process everything she was instantly transported to medical back in Atlantis. "I..." she started to say before one of the nurses approached her. "We got another one from the arena," the nurse said as she started to take vitals. Regan allowed them to check over her without much protest. She was disoriented, and nothing was making much sense to her. "Where are the others? Where's Ed?" She managed to ask, thinking that somehow everything was over and they were all back in Atlantis again. No one answered her question, and Regan defiantly pushed herself to sit up on the exam table. "I asked where everyone was," she repeated before her eyes lifted to the tv screen that was on in the room, and the broadcast of the games showed everyone's reaction to the deaths that had happened. "Oh no..." she muttered before she buried her face in her hands to sob quietly. |