Amber woke up with a splitting headache and opened her eyes almost immediately. She sat up right away, realizing she'd been lying on a stone floor. It wasn't the kind of realization one ever took without some measure of surprise, though the bars were the distressing revelation. She rubbed her eyes for a moment, streaking multicoloured eyeshadow across her hands, though it did no good. As she realized what had happened, she pulled herself from the floor and onto the bare, uncomfortable, but decidedly less painful looking bunk.<br/><br/>Her pixie cut tinged blue and red hair was an indication of exactly why she was there. She'd been called for casting, she'd thought, for the first time in a few years, and she was excited to actually get an acting job. She'd been a child stage-actress, though it hadn't  continued, when she'd gone to college.<br/><br/>She let her eyes wander around the room for a moment. Bare walls, ceiling, floor, and bars. No way out. She could see very little of the hallway, and she pulled her legs up against her chest. Her immediate reaction was one of disbelief, but she knew it was true. Her next reaction was to scream, though she knew that was a risky proposition. Instead she stayed silent, letting her mind work over her situation, knowing that she was on an island meant that screaming became doubly useless, though it didn't stop her from mouthing, 'fuck...' repeatedly.