Days of Our Lives Survivor

Saturday, June 02, 2001

Day 5 on Survivor Island

Roman Brady

Roman's confessional

I see I'm the first one to wake up after a night of rice and donuts. I'm glad Alice wasn't here to drug my donut. Last time she did that she saved my life but I need to be on my toes here. I don't trust this Tiny Canes Brady Freak and I know how much Laura wants Marlena to be with MercJerk Johnny. Hey Bob, what happened to Marlena and Craig last night? They seemed to disappear after eating their donuts. If Craig so much as lays a hand on my Doc, I'll have to swipe Brady's tiny canes and wrap them around Craig's tiny you know what. I guess I need to go find Kristen and maybe we can come up with a way to keep Craig's hands of Doc. But first, since I'm already wearing my little short shorts, I need to get Marlena and lean her against a tree (No, that's not this Roman, I mean a real tree) and have her feel my love. Then maybe she can forget about the MercJerk and that weasel Craig and get that loving feeling back for me.

confessed by Roman Brady at 6:53 AM

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[Feeling the sun filter through the drooping tree branches, Laura shifts groggily away from the offensive light. Her tangled matted hair obscures her face.] Mmm... [Stretching her legs, she feels the waves begin to lap around her ankles. Feeling the cool water begin to penetrate her heavily mud-coated, denim-clad calves, she awakens. As she sits and wipes the sleep from her eyes, confusion mares her brow. Looking around cautiously], Jenn? Marlena? [Pausing in thought, a panicked look captures her eyes.] This isn't camp...What? Think girl...[As the memory of losing her way while searching the forest for Craig takes form, she smirks.] Figures, that man doesn't even have to try--he's just flat out trouble. [Rolling her shoulders, she takes in her surroundings and sighs heavily], Okay Laura...what are you going to do now? You don't even know where you are. [Lets out a slightly hysterical laugh], That's not true...I'm on Smith Island. [After a long silence, her emotions begin to take over. Fidgetting],...this isn't helping...I've got to calm down--get a hold of myself...my pills... [Reaching in her empty pocket, her eyes widen at the realization.] My pills...Damn it! What else can go wrong? [Low desperate whisper], Now what? [Sitting up straight and taking a few deep breaths, her voice strengthens.] Survive...now you survive... [Chuckling], But first stop talking to yourself. [Sees her reflection in the water], Ugh! What a mess...[Laughing], Girl, you need help. I can't very well go back to camp looking like this. [Standing, she surveys the area.] No time like the present...

[Sitting on a large rock in the sun, her sun-dried hair trailing down her neck and her damp cloths clinging to her body, she sits quietly content. Once again taking in the wild coastline, she smiles pensively.] This is actually kind of peaceful...[lips twitch in strange madness], a far cry from the mayhem at camp and far better than any attic I've ever lived in.

confessed by Laura at 11:07 AM

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Belle Confessional *Tribe Two*

[Belle, running through the woods, panting wildly, trips and falls. Turning around, she sees it was Tom Langan who tripped her. He is sitting against a tree, writing in a notebook with a pen that smells like a rotting corpse.]

It's YOU. It's YOUR entire fault! I hate you! Everything is your fault. [Belle gets up, brushes her little butt off and starts bawling. Tom Langan merely smirks at her then goes back to his notebook. She again runs off into the woods.]

[Finally, Belle reaches the beach and collapses into the soft sand. Through the fog of her tears, she sees a woman sitting in the near distance.]

What is she doing here? I don't think she's on our team. OMGosh, that's the lady I saw come out of the English guy's hut. The place where I saw him take... OH... what's wrong with me? How could I have done that?

BOB! You scared me! Oh, Bob. You wouldn't believe what happened. I did something terrible, but... but I had to do something. I wanted to hurl! I, I... I hit him, Bob. I hit my dad on the head and he dropped like a ton of bricks. I don't think anyone saw me.

Bob: Why did you do that?

You want to know why? You really want to? [Not waiting a second for him to answer, Belle, gasping for air, tells her twisted tale.]

I was looking for my dad. I was so worried about him. The day we got here he was so out of it, and I know he was thinking about... well, I thought he was thinking about my mom! And he was freaking chopping wood with his freaking hands! Well, so I was really worried! And there was that Stefano guy looking for him too! Who knows what he might be doing to him if he found him! [Belle cups her face in her hands and sobs]

[Bob pats her back, trying not to wince at the squeaky gasps.]

Okay, I think I'm okay now. Okay. Okay. Gasp Gasp Pant  SIGH

So, I finally found him, and he was... was... kissing that skank-haired lady, only her hair was blonde now! [shrugs] I tried to yell at him, to get him to stop but he wouldn't so finally I got so mad I found a log and clobbered him on the head! OMG, what if I killed my dad? I don't think he's dead -- I saw the English guy drag him into that hut... but what if he's brain dead, or nutso, or paralyzed?! What was he doing kissing that lady? I don't understand. My dad would never do that! Why would he do that to my mom??? I blame that guy with the smelly pen. Oh, Bob... Have I mentioned I think I'm an alien?