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"I want those tapes back."
For some reason, she hadn't expected that he'd follow her and his voice caught her by surprise. The fact that he was there seemed a little desperate. Though, given what she had planned, maybe he had a reason to be.
"Mr. Echolls, hi!" she answered, her voice overly cheerful. "Sorry, Logan's not here."
"I am not playing with you."
She couldn't help but grin at that and her voice turned low and playful, her shoulders shimmying invitingly. "Really? Well, you're usually very interested in playing with me--"
"Lilly, give me the tapes now."
"Like, what, you don't see enough of yourself on film?"
He wasn't in the mood for playful, apparently and a second later, she felt the grip of his hand around her arm, and saw the fire in his eyes that she was sure Logan had seen way too many fucking times before to count.
"I want those tapes, you stupid little bitch!"
It was completely unsexy, and she was probably supposed to be scared or intimidated or something, but Jesus, the guy was a fucking joke. She had the upperhand here, couldn't he see that? Or maybe he couldn't even spell statuatory rape.
"Oh, I'm the stupid one?" she balked, easily pulling away from his hold and moving to gather up her magazine. "Well, now you can just watch the tapes on Access Hollywood along with the rest of America."
A quick flash of movement caught her eye then, and she glanced up and felt her first real pang of fear and then-- and then nothing at all.
Her head was pounding before she'd even opened her eyes and she let out an immediate groan, promising the sun that if it fucking went away for a few more hours she'd never drink again. It didn't work -- surprise, surprise -- and she rolled onto her side and attempted to burrow deeper into the bliss of her down comforter only to be met by...
... Sand? The fuck?
Her eyes snapped open and she sat upright, her head protesting loudly at the sudden movement and she lifted a hand to her temple.
"Daddy?" she called out, using her best plaintive, Little Girl Lost whine, the one she knew her father was helpless to resist. The one she only used for very special occasions. And waited.
But, no one replied.
And, as far as she could tell, there was no one around to reply.
"What the..." her voice trailed off then as panic started to take its grip and she dropped her hand from her forehead.
And saw the blood.
[OOC: Just a note - the girl does have a bleeding headwound that looks incredibly alarming (as they often do), so help to the clinic would probably be good. Also, I'll probably be slowtimed throughout the day due to work, but I will catch up. :D]
Summary: Lilly arrives on the island bleeding and confused. She's met by Logan, and after an angst-filled reunion, he carries her to the clinic to get the headwound checked out. She's also met by her brother Duncan, whom tries to tell her what's going on and what's happened, but Lilly has a hard time believing him. In addition, she's met by a stoned Dick Casablancas, who nearly thinks Lilly's just part of a bad trip and Veronica and Wallace, both of whom try to explain things to Lilly and lead her toward the compound. Lastly, she's stumbled upon by Weevil (ongoing.)