Fucked up by friends, her friends, who have screwed up her best, last chance at.Īlix angrily continues walking down the beach, her shirt now soaked translucent by sea spray. Here she is, on a private island having what should have been the vacation of a lifetime. The low light and gloomy atmosphere matches her mood. With a short growl, she turns right and heads parallel to the shoreline, splashing through the shallow surf licking the wet sand. The water is too damn cold at this time of day. In front of her, the grayish ocean rolls and breaks across the beach, and for a moment she imagines herself stripping off her clothing and wading out for a swim. The sand feels wonderfully damp and cool beneath her bare soles, much like the early morning air, a contrast to the dank atmosphere she had departed. Her hands match her feet, being long and elegant.Īlix strolls quickly, determined to put as much distance between herself and that damned cabin as she could. A small string handbag dangles off of her right wrist. Jet black hair hangs straight past her shoulder blades, a thin, faded gray T-shirt and a small gold-colored swimsuit bottom the sole garments which cover her. She is tall, six feet, the legacy of her European mother, like her name. Her feet and long limbs are bare, her face long and oval, its features carved with her father's Hong Kong ancestry of high cheekbones, almond shaped dark eyes and golden hue to her flawless skin. Alix eases the cabin door shut, then walks across the front porch to stride across the cool beach sand in the pre-dawn light.
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