Annaleigh scowled slightly, wishing now more than ever that she had a mirror of some kind to touch up with. She ran a hand through her golden locks in frustration, trying in vain to get her hair to lie flat. This island was getting on her last nerve. How much longer could she possibly last like this? Everyone else might have settled into life as a castaway, but she was still searching the skies for helicopters. She supposed that karma must've caught up with her for the incident in Australia--but this was more than she could take. Deciding in the end to just pull her hair back, Annaleigh gathered the blonde strands in her hair, tying them back into a messy ponytail with her dark blue ribbon. Problem solved.

Today she'd dressed casually, just jeans a tank top, as she was utterly sick of this heat. What sun tan lotion she'd been able to find hadn't proved to be protection enough, so that her shoulders were slightly reddened with sunburn. Annie winced slightly and ducked out of her tent. A quick glance around the camp was enough to confirm that most were already caught up in their own daily routine; the camp busy with its usual life. She sighed, finding that she’d lost her appetite today, and opted for a walk down the beach instead.

Annaleigh slipped barefoot down toward the shore. Luckily, the sand wasn't all that hot yet, as the day was just beginning to warm up. In fact, she had to admit that the weather was rather lovely today, warm with a light breeze. She was only just beginning to get used to this humidity after living in New York City most of her life. There were times when she just liked to fool herself, and pretend that this was some sort of tropical...well, nightmarish vacation. But then, of course, Annaleigh would wake up, and sink back into reality. She was stranded here. They all were.

As she walked, she stared out at the ocean, entranced by its sparkling blue vastness. There seemed to be so much freedom out there, and yet she was cut off from all of it. Sometimes Annaleigh longed for that kind of freedom. Actually, in a way, on this island, she was a lot more free than she'd ever been. This place had given her a chance for redemption. A chance to start over. Of course, that didn't mean that she wouldn't jump at the chance to leave. This place had...monsters out in the jungle and crazy "natives" and...polar bears, for crying out loud. Maybe they really were all crazy.

Her mini-rant, however, was cut off by a sudden movement out of the corner of her eye that drew her attention. A muffled yelp, and a black-haired guy fell backward, seeming to be injured, if only slightly. Annaleigh stared for a moment, blinking, before narrowing her eyes slightly and making her way over to him.

"Oh! Are you okay?" she asked, slightly concerned.