She'd honestly thought death was less...boat than this. Although if you believed Greek mythology Charon and the lake to the Underworld was a thing. Not a real thing (she thought), and this is a little too 'tourist going off on vacation' for her to think this is truly what the afterlife should be. It's still mystical enough to seem like a dead woman's fantasy, and Juliet watches the floating islands as they get closer. She's not hurt, that's something she notices belatedly. There's no sign of her fall, no injuries, no blood. She can feel the phantom weight of the chains pulling, dragging her down with magnetized force, but there's nothing there - not even a hint of a bruise.
When she's handed her phone, she turns it over in her hand a bit - years of island life (and three of those spent pre-cell phone invention) mean she's never seen one that looks like this before - then tries to orient herself with the map, stepping off of the boat and feeling lost nearly instantly.
Exploring
There are too many times she's wanted to look for James, to tell him about something, to have him with her just in case. But she's here alone, and all of the exploring she does is solitary. The forest is too much like the jungle so she only gives that island a cursory once over - the same with Eurus. But Imber is familiar, Imber is like home, and that's where she spends most of her time, sitting in sand cross legged, staring out and not even bothering with a drink to make it seem like she's enjoying the peace.
One of the things in her house was a small engagement ring, and she knows it was for her, from him. How it's here she doesn't know, but she's holding it now in her hand, raising her palm to look at it every now and again, trying to decide if she should put it on or never wear it at all.
Juliet Burke | LOST
She'd honestly thought death was less...boat than this. Although if you believed Greek mythology Charon and the lake to the Underworld was a thing. Not a real thing (she thought), and this is a little too 'tourist going off on vacation' for her to think this is truly what the afterlife should be. It's still mystical enough to seem like a dead woman's fantasy, and Juliet watches the floating islands as they get closer. She's not hurt, that's something she notices belatedly. There's no sign of her fall, no injuries, no blood. She can feel the phantom weight of the chains pulling, dragging her down with magnetized force, but there's nothing there - not even a hint of a bruise.
When she's handed her phone, she turns it over in her hand a bit - years of island life (and three of those spent pre-cell phone invention) mean she's never seen one that looks like this before - then tries to orient herself with the map, stepping off of the boat and feeling lost nearly instantly.
Exploring
There are too many times she's wanted to look for James, to tell him about something, to have him with her just in case. But she's here alone, and all of the exploring she does is solitary. The forest is too much like the jungle so she only gives that island a cursory once over - the same with Eurus. But Imber is familiar, Imber is like home, and that's where she spends most of her time, sitting in sand cross legged, staring out and not even bothering with a drink to make it seem like she's enjoying the peace.
One of the things in her house was a small engagement ring, and she knows it was for her, from him. How it's here she doesn't know, but she's holding it now in her hand, raising her palm to look at it every now and again, trying to decide if she should put it on or never wear it at all.