Days of Our Lives Survivor

Wednesday, June 27, 2001

Day 30 on Survivor Island

Late evening Confessional - Grace

[Grace lounges in the shadows, only the glowing orange tip of her cigarette visible as she watches the members of the new tribe relaxing after a dinner of... well, nothing since nobody has been bothered to cook for days. Still, this is Salem, who needs to eat when you can live on tea?]

Bob: [Sitting down next to her with the camera.] Hey Blondie.

[Says nothing as she watches Giner make a big show of looking at her black eye in her hand-mirror.]

Bob: I think Laura thought you should have given the princess more than a black eye.

[The corner of Grace's mouth quirks into a smile.] Black and blue suits her, don't you think?

Bob: She's a weird one all right. [Looks sideways at Grace.] Aren't you at all worried about your husband?

[Says nothing, simply flicks the ash from her cigarette and brings it back to her lips as her eyes follow Samantha over to a woeful looking Roman.]

Bob: So what's the deal with Roman? That didn't last long.

[Cue flashback of Grace and Roman talking after Giner's arrival back. The discussion is heated, or at least it is until she socks him a punch of his own and tells him in no uncertain terms to piss off.]

[Back to the confessional. Grace flicks her honeyed hair over her shoulder. In a bored tone.] He was annoying me. I guess it was fun while it lasted though. [Turns and looks at Bob, raising one eyebrow with a wicked smile.] So tell me, what are the rules on consorting with the crew?

Bob: Uh.... [degenerates into a choking fit that makes Grace giggle helplessly as he tries to regain control of the camera. However her expression sobers into a speculative one as she sees Shane give Laura a peck on the cheek. As he heads off in the direction of the ISA room, she stubs out her cigarette and stands, her tiny skirt practically see-through against the firelightt. ]

Okay, gotta go Bobby. Ciao.

confessed by Marlena at 3:28 AM

[Shane has just settled down to his work on the Roman Files when he hears a thud and a cry of pain outside the secret room. Quickly pushing his chair out from the desk, he goes and throws open the door, the faint light illuminating the undergrowth. He can't see anything for a few moments but then a muffled noise comes from the shadows and grabbing a torch he ventures out. Casting the light over the area where he heard the noise, he sees Grace grimacing in pain as she holds her ankle.]

Shane: [Quickly going to where she is hunched on the ground.] Marlena, what happened?

[Looks up at him, her eyes shining with tears of pain.] I, I think I twisted my ankle.

Shane: Let me have a look. [runs his hand down one smooth calf, feeling for any obvious problems.] Well, it doesn't seem as if you've broken anything. What were you doing out here in the dark anyway?

[Swallows, her eyes wide.] I had to get away, I needed to walk... some time to think. I didn't realize how dark it was, and then I heard a noise in the bushes and someone jumped out at me. [She brushes the hair from her neck and bends if forward somewhat painfully.] Is it what I think it is?

Shane: [shining his torch on her neck, he sees the now-familiar fork puncture marks] Did you see who it was that did this to you, Marlena? [He runs his fingers over her skin almost unconsciously as he tries to figure out who might have had a motive for hurting Marlena. It's only when he shivers that he realizes what he's doing.]

No, no I didn't see anything. I ducked a little otherwise I think they might have done a better job of it. [she lets her hair fall across Shane's hand and grimaces as she raises her head. Shane quickly snatches his hand away.] And I just ran. I didn't even know where I was going... [Looks down at her ankle ruefully.] I couldn't *see* where I was going.

Shane: All right then. How about we get you inside and take a look at that ankle? Do you think you can stand on it?

[Attempts a smile.] I can try huh? [She takes his hand and he helps her to stand but the moment she puts a little weight on the foot, she cries out and dramatically collapses in Shane's arms.]

Shane: Okay, okay. Well, obviously that isn't going to work. Guess I'll just have to carry you. [Hoists her into his arms and she wraps her own securely around his neck with a grateful smile. He carries her back to the secret room and he stands in the doorway trying to work out what to do next.]

Shane, you're always such a gentleman. [Her smile appears shy as he turns his head to look at her.] Thank you. [Tilting her head forward, she kisses him softly.]