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Julian giggled, thinking a bit...then leapt from the log, landing in a clumsy crouch in the sand. Flopping onto his own back, he stared up at the sky.

"...A Jabberwock...is a Jabberwock. There's a little picture in my book...."

The grin on his face wasn't quite so strained at the moment...talking about Alice helped. It always calmed him down.

"...But...I don't know how they'd get Jabberwock DNA. No...probably not."

He watched Ambrose rise to his feet...then pulled himself up, his grin turning embarrassed.

"...I'd love to learn...but...I think I need to eat something. I kinda...I've neglected it today. With all the...things...going on."

He sighed. "Maybe...maybe sometime soon, though?"

Waving back, Julian tucked his book away, starting back towards the duplexes.

"...All right. Good night, Mister Ambrose."

And with that and one more bright smile, he was off again...blissfully cutting himself off from the thoughts of his fate.

This was nice.

Just thinking about Alice for a while was nice.

Ambrose had gathered his fencing equipment again and headed out towards the beach. He had never really found so much peace with the beach before coming here.... perhaps it was the fact that he was getting away from the sweltering oppressive heat of the jungle and the overbearing facade of the complex and he could be with his thoughts... or deal with people away from at least the feeling of being watched (even if he really was.)

He drug his barefeet through the sand, having abandoned the sandals altogether. After his discussion with Aubrey the other day, his heart had sunk back down to the pit of his stomach, and he was really feeling quite sorry for himself and everyone else stuck in the same miserable position.

His epee was over his shoulder and he glanced out at the now familiar stretch of sand, wishing that, despite the beauty, that it was the buildings of Amherst, Massachusetts instead.

However, once again, instead of seeing the empty beaches, he saw a lone figure sitting near the water. The bright orangey hair on the diminutive figure, however, was unfamiliar. another new subject...? Ambrose wondered, worried that he might have to break the bad news to yet another person.

Slowly, he shuffled in her general direction.

Hargun looked up for a second from her sketchbook and waved at Ambrose heading her way. She was quite wrapped up in her sketch of the ocean''s water even though it wouldnt sit still long enough for her to draw specific waves. So she just improvised and threw in one here and there as much as she could.

"Heya" she said turning back down to her paper to draw a few more waves. It wasn''t long until it dawned on her that the two were here for the artist community as well, then she jumped up and greeted them more thouroughly. "Sorry sorry.. couldn''t take my eyes off the paper." she grinned and waved at Greer as well; not exactly noticing her until now. She was so enthusiastic that she really did not pay any attention to Ambrose''s /specialness/ and simply outstretched her long but thin arm for a shake.

"Yes... I've got it though..." the net snapped forward, scooping up the butterfly neatly. Unfortunately, the plastic lip that connected netting to handle also smacked Ambrose in the head.

"Eep! Sorry about that!" Reeling her prey in she twisted it quickly, sealing her catch in a pouch of netting. It was only then she noticed the unfamilar girl, and quickly flashed a smile in her direction.

"OW!" Ambrose exclaimed, as a rogue net smacked up upside the back of his head. His hand went up, rubbing the quickly forming goose-egg knot ruefully as he looked back to see what was so important to get off of him as to leave a welt. when he saw a black with orange and blue butterfly fluttering futiely in the net his eyes narrowed and he gave Greer a look. "That was what was so important?" He looked rather indignant - not really that upset, more than he was questioning her priorities.

Shaking his head he turned to look at the new person, his eyebrows raising. She was certainly cheery... and her initial assumption nearly caused him to smile if it wasn't for the fact that he felt sorry for her at the same time. Of course, assuming it was a costume was much more likely than actually seeing him and assuming that those features were real. Meant she was rather level-headed at least. But that made breaking the news to her all the more difficult - both in convincing her and in bringing whatever reason she thought she was here crashing down around her. He gave a small smile, not quite able to summon the same enthusiasm that she had in his response. "Art scholarship? That's what you're here for?" He queried dumbly, looking to her sketch pad and the admittedly beautiful landscapes. "And I apologize as well... My name is Ambrose... Ambrose Maurlias..." He paused for a moment before extending a furred hand.
ANd.... well... He swallowed, debating whether he had the energy to dissapoint her at the moment. "Kind of..." He winced.

"Nice to meetcha, Ambrose and Greer." she smiled sweetly. She raised an eyebrow at them as it appeared they were all exchanging eyebrow lifts. Hers said 'Uhm why are you both looking at me like Im not from this earth' She patted her sketchbook assuringly and held it out invitingly for the two of them to see the litered contents inside. "The /big man/ here is offering them so.. I could really use it to get into a college later on. But I've yet to see or hear from him. The only person I've bumped into that seems to work here is that Dr. Aubrey Lockheart person.."

She looked towards Greer. "Im guessing now that you collect bugs?" she said and pulled open a page in her sketchbook that had a few messy sketches of insects she had seen when entering the labs, riding in the jeep, and just throughout her recent time there. "Youre not... one of those types that lets them die, preserves them, then tacs them to a moldy wall are you?" she asked. That wasn't one of her favorite things; seeing dead and/or alive animals on display. Although frequent trips to the zoo for artistic reasons were her only exceptions to this rule.. nay law of hers. But she figured itd be best not to rant anyways.

Make friends with the others here. Itll make your stay alot more exciting. she thoguht to herself, and sat down in her 'nest' and began to draw again, idly muttering to herself every time she messed up on a piece of her work.