The Black Sand Bar:

[The Black Sand Mule]

Rhoslyn blinked a bit at the teeth, then shrugged. ********' Gaia. He'd just assume the kid was some random kid dumped off by his $randGaianrace parental unit, and with a grin, poured a glass of pineapple juice and slid it down the bar towards where the kid was. Presumably, it'd be able to be grabbed.

"Good luck. He responds to Cokey, by the way."

He'd wave goodbye to the strange woman, then looked back at the kid, still distracted by the thought of Madam. Noting that he'd no doubt need to be careful about that one, he'd get to cooking, keeping an eye on the kid in case he lolvanished as well.

[Just a Kroww]

~Snort.

Cokehead was currently snoozing away in what remained of his den before Virgil had burned it down.

In the forest, somewhere over there.

Oh yeah. He was using large amounts of cocaine as a bed. Pretty much.

[Madam Monster]

"Cokey? Well, that's a nice name." The white feather heels of the Russian hit the harder ground. Wearing all white was not only fashionable and overall, awesome, it was also the hardest challenge most ever have to face. Keeping clean.

Well, there she was. A blonde foreigner, somewhere in the forest, alone and expensive. Her heavily made up eyes narrowed and she began to plot. If the the bear responds to Cokey, why not call that out? So that was the plan, and it only took fifteen odd minutes to think about.

"Cokey! Where is that pretty bear?" Madam called out again. "Cokey!"

[Minxy the Man-eater]

Ogie was of course a very jumpy kid due to the fact he had to run away from almost every place he went. He very well knew that he was very prone to loosing limbs and in no way was he immortal. Though a cycle of abuse though being abandoned and or traumatized by living with three sets of caretakers of the years takes it's tole on a child's mind. Ogie was somewhat unbalanced as a result and very prone to attacking as a result of being startled. Thankfully since he knew he had no idea where he was or how to get the hell out of this place he decided it was better not to attack people residing within the bar. He'd probably end up dead as a result.

Seeing the women leave Ogie climbed up on a seat blinking as a glass of juice slid in front of him. Blinking his one good eye he'd pull it forward still hiding the ripped part of his mouth with the side of his hand and took a sip.

"Thank you."

He scrawled the small bit of gratitude on the pad before taking another sip of his juice and looking around him. Looks like it was getting quiet.

[The Black Sand Mule]

[Back... uh, well, I don't know when, actually.

An hour or two?]

[Just a Kroww]

Hey, voices.

~Snort, grunt, sleepy yawn.

Yikes, those are...big teeth. Cokey was slowly waking up, and amid that pile of mysterious white powder, well, he was soon up and running, hunting around for this new voice.

...And off he went, busting through foliage. Upon finding Madam, or Madam finding her, crazed black eyes glared at her, then the bear would go give her a hug.

Yes, a hug. Cokey was a very friendly cocaine addict.

[Madam Monster]

Madam was prepared to whine and beg for her life upon seeing those eyes. She was more a rat than anything, really trying to get herself out of any trouble..but he hugged her. A hugging bear! This was astounding. This was fun.

Wrapping her arms around the bear, she placed her head down on that matted fur of his. "Mmm, you smell like snow, Cokey." She nuzzled her nose to him and sniffed. The cocain was short lived among the regular bear smell. "Hello, bear!" The Russian grinned, giddy.

[Just a Kroww]

Yay, new friends~ Well, that was what Cokey was thinking at the moment with that drugged up mind of his.

The magical cokehead bear was giving Madam all kinds of loving. No, not that. Basically, her face would be licked and slobbered upon like Cokey was...well, okay he was basically a massive puppy.

(( Really short...and cue my departure. Feel free to do whatever with the bear. wink Ciao. ))

[Madam Monster]

She took a step backwards. Madam shook her head and laughed a bit as she wiped her face of the slobber. Make-up didn't go well with bear drool. Smiling she let the bear fall to his fours, where she began to coax him to his stash, err..bed.

Watching the bear as she walked she noticed how he was like a dog, cute. And here she thought a bear matched with massive bear-like strength with drugs would be hostile, not the case. Obviously. It was in that train of thought that Madam stumbled upon the rubble and the bed of cocain. Oh it was massive, oh it was delightful. Oh how she laughed as she fell upon the bed and spread out. She rolled around, half crazed on this pile of cocain.

Sniffing as she sat up she coaxed the bear towards her and watched as he sat back. "I love this beach!"

[The Black Sand Mule]

In the meantime, Rhoslyn would be busy doing such things as:

a) eating
b) getting high
c) wondering what the hell to do with the kid

After doing those for however long, he'd return to his senses to find that however long had passed. With a shrug, he went over to the rack of surfboards, then reconsidered after his back spasmed on him.

"Well, s**t."

He'd limp back to the bar and consider what to do next: smoke more, or smoke a LOT more?

[ASHLEYASDFGH]

Mines, mines, mines..

"WATCH OUT FOR THE MINES!" she called behind herself. Her pursuer probably wouldn't mind much, but.. well, Ashley did. She didn't like the first time she'd blown one up, and she was mighty sure she wouldn't like it much the second time, either.

Anyways, PSHHEW! bursting through the outermost branches leapt Ashley, who continued at a sprint down the little hill, into the black sand, momentum carrying her along the beach. She was covered in twigs, a gash on her forehead that bled down her face suggesting some sort of brawl. Or maybe she'd just run into a tree. Either way, her coat was littered with small holes where twigs had tried but failed to slow her down.

Kicking off her shoes as she ran, surprisingly not even bothering to roll up her jeans, she splashed into the water, rolled up her sleeves, spun around towards the forest, and stood in a ready position. She looked a bit like she was preparing herself to pounce on someone.

Her breathing was quick and shallow, like she was having trouble catching her breath. And, well, she was. She sniffled, coughed, but her eyes never wavered from the trees.

[Minxy the Man-eater]

Ogie had taken his juice and wandered off to sit under a tree away from the bar. He was pretty self sufficient and new not to get himself in s**t loads of trouble. Well until he had to run for his life. So he just sat under the tree sipping his juice and wondering where would be the best place to sleep outside. He didn't think he was welcome to the tents and didn't really feel like pushing his luck by asking. Not many of his attempts to interact with people ended well thease days.

While he sat there he had pulled out a needle and thread from his other pocket and had just finished up stitching the rip in his face. It was only around three stitches worth so it wasn't that bad looking. He already had his eye all sewn up after all.

[The Black Sand Mule]

Rhoslyn watched her, amused. Whatever she was being chased by wasn't a threat... well, unless the bear went on a rampage, but she wouldn't be yelling about mines to Cokey.

"Good aftermorning."

He'd just stand there, drinking wine and smoking behind the bar, wondering what was going on.

[Aizakku Furosto]

[Character Update Post]

Sayuri didn't even notice the ring when she had the chance. Her head surmised in thought. She left without saying a word with a pretty clear idea of where Ethan might be. Heading to their tent she went to pick up somethings and left.

[Scott Scuro]

Leaping from branch to branch, he snorted. "If I were to set off a mine," he called ahead of himself, "I would have to be on the ground, wouldn't I?" Because, alas he was not on the ground. He was hopping from branch to branch. A black crow was following him, staying close behind.

And Ashley was getting out of his line of vision. He could see the forest thinning, and suddenly she was leaping and going down a hill. He watched her pink hair disappear, seemingly sinking into the ground. He growled, tried to speed up. He could hear her coughing, loud and forceful. Ice on her lungs, he knew. It was his fault, anyways. He chuckled. The bird flew ahead, cawing wildly as it found Ashley's position, circling above her.

And then it was his turn, coming forth from the trees. When he hit the ground, he hit it at an angle, sending his feet into the sand roughly. Small ice crystals came up where sand usually would have, heading fairly quickly in Ashley's direction like little bullets. No, they certainly wouldn't hit her like little bullets. But anything to shift her attention. And hey, maybe some would get in her eyes or something.

Then he would continue with his momentum to run towards her, the ice on his hands taking a resemblance to claws. If she didn't move to much, he could get her right in her stomach.