Character(s): Rebekah Mikaelson & open
Rating: TBD
Cautions/Warnings: Expected language
Location: Beach
Approximate Date: Rebekah's arrival date
Status: Open!


Rebekah had a rather short to do list following her de-staking at the hands of Elijah. Unsurprisingly, killing that doppelgänger bitch was quite high up on it, but perhaps not quite as obvious to everyone (it had certainly surprised Elijah) was the number one on that list: Find Niklaus, wherever he had wound up this time. It was that item on her to-do list that had lead to her sitting on a dingy boat surrounded by awful humans. She sighed and eyed her nails as she waited for the storm to pass. She hadn't expected the storm to get worse, though, and when she was knocked out of the boat she let out an angry screech. She last thing she remembered was hitting her head on a rock. At least, she assumed that was what happened when she blacked out shortly after being thrown into the cold waters.

The next thing that Rebekah remembered was sand. More specifically, sand in her hair, between her fingers, up her nose, and in every other place that she could imagine. With a lot of spluttering and flapping at her face and ears, she glared and stared around the empty beach with fury. She didn't know who was responsible, but someone was going to pay. She made a dash for the tree line, only to feel sluggish and achingly slow as she moved. Still much faster than a regular human, Rebekah was devastated as she realised that something was dampening her abilities. With a frustrated, muffled scream that she kept quiet with a hand over her mouth, she started to storm through the trees for someone on this stupid island. She was starving, and there had to be someone around here that she could play with.