#idk !! i just . kinda wrote hfdhfdhf

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤit was supposed to work. their plan was supposed to work. a new trap built with the intentions of foiling their trap. but maritza was ever the optimist. maybe she should've given up on her glass half-full outlook when the plane had crashed fifty-something days ago, but she was smart — a tier two crime scene investigator for the las vegas police department with an iq of 132 — and so she thought she knew better. that she knew best.

ㅤㅤbut now she was on her third day as a prisoner, still stubbornly denying any offerings of food or drink her captors' attractive representative had to offer. clothes were dirtied from her traipse through the jungle, cargo pants torn in areas from where the brambles had snagged; golden tresses unruly and decorated with the occasional leaf. she was dying for a wash, and she'd heard rumours through the heavy doors whenever she was left alone that this place had an actual shower. a luxury she'd been starved of for far too long. wrists were bound, but her foot reached out to nudge the tray away from her corner; frowning across at the food that made her stomach grumble more every time she denied it. " i'll eat if you let me shower. " the first words she'd said during her captivity, a hoarse slip of desperation.

open to m/f/nb. lost season 2/3 inspired starter — maritza was on the plane when it crashed, and your muse is one of the others. doesn't have to follow the show to a t! their camp (or maybe just them alone) could've captured her for any reason so go wild!