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James shook his head. "I wish," he said. "No, this place is as real as my back yard at home." He chuckled a little and gave an unhearted smiled. "If it's still my home anymore. We have no idea how time works here. We have no idea how anything works here." He sighed and shook his head again. "Especially the way to get out." He looked her in the eye as he spoke this time. "But we do know that there is a way. It's called The Phonebooth. If you manage to get there, you can call home and get out." James returned his gaze to the ground. "But no one I know's gotten outta here before. That's why we're heading for The Oasis. From there, we should have the resources to find what we're looking for."

((check the front page, everybody. i updated the intro. tell me which pic you like better))

((wah, they are both really cool. don't make me pick! neutral ))

Kazeh looked back at him, and then to the ground, and then to no place in particular. She was deep in thought. It was suddenly apparent to her just how grave of a situation they all were in. But yet, somehow she felt safer now. Maybe it was the people she was with. Something made her feel that somehow, with these people, they would all pull through. That they would all be ok.

She gazed into the dying fire, her eyes getting heavier by the second. All of a sudden her wear had caught up with her. "I'm so sleepy," she said, falling back and looking up lackadaisically at the starry sky. "I used to stargaze all the time. In fact, my last memory of before here, I was looking at the stars. But this sky... it's weird. It's like familiar and strange at the same time..."

James sighed and lay back with her, his gaze following hers. "I know what you mean," he said. "It all looks so similar, but so different." He yawned. "Well," he said. "I guess we should get some sleep. Before too long, morning will be sneaking up on us!" He stood and grabbed yet another blanket from his pack. "You can have my tent," he said to Kazeh. "I'll sleep by the fire."

Morning greeted him like a killer hangover. The sun was unusually bright in the sky, shedding light evenly on the desolate plain. The man opened his eyes and lifted his head from the ground. A little bit of dirt and sand stuck to his face, and when he brushed them off, left small dents in their place. He stood and raised his groggy gaze to the endless scape of land before him. He didn't even know which way The Hotel was anymore. There was the single tree so far away, and the slight cracks on the ground beside him where The Phonebooth had been. He quietly cursed and turned to where he thought he'd been heading the night before. I'll eventually find something, he thought. He started off at a jog, then picked up his pace after a few steps, continuing in this manner until he was at a dead sprint. I'll eventually find something, he reitterated to himself.

She watched as he stood, then froze him to come closer. He had an angular jaw and shining grey eyes. His black hair was tossled and falling more to one side, probably the side he'd been sleeping on. His neck was stocky, but not too thick, leading into his broad shoulders and strong upper body. His biceps were huge, almost as big as a small tree. He was strongly built, with good structure and the capability for hard work. His hands were no exception. The large expanse of fingers spread out from his thick palms, which were covered in a coarse hair reaching up the extent of his arms. She stepped back and smiled. He would do. She closed her eyes again and started him back up again, just before vanishing. He'd never even know she was there. Next stop: the Oasis-bound encampment.

Kazeh woke and cuddled tighter with her blanket. She was so comfortable; with a blanket, in a nice tent... and finally a full night sleep without having to worry about dangerous creatures. If it hadn't been for the sun peeking through her tent, she would probably of had slept even longer.

She tried to think back on her dream. It was another, really deep one, and only a few fragments were coming to her at a time. That's how they worked; the dream would only reveal itself through seemingly random points through the day. But she always had a feeling of what the dream was about when she first woke up. No images, sounds, words... just a feeling. Sometimes it was good, sometimes bad, sometimes quirky. But most of all, it didn't have a clear cut description, it was just... a feeling. But one thing she knew for sure: it involved everyone at the camp, and somehow she already felt as if she knew everyone just a tiny bit better. Like if they had all been talking in her sleep, and she could hear the conversation...

James stood and stretched, taking in a deep breath. Letting it out, he let his gaze trail from one point on the horizon to another. Smiling, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted. "Come on, people!" he said. "Let's get some breakfast! We should be out of here in an hour at least!" He could hear various groans comind from tents. He furrowed his brow. People don't appreciate a good morning person, he thought. He shrugged and went to digging some food from his pack. Huh, their loss.

She froze them all at once with a mere wave of her hand. She carefully walked to each tent and inspected the person inside of it, examining her array of possibilities. After looking at all of them, she stood back and thought for a moment, taking in the whole frozen moment. And idea came to her and a devilish grin appeared on her face. She quickly set to work, and after a few minutes was finished. She stood back once more, admiring her craftiness. With another wave, the scene continued, her visage disappearing from the stretch of plain surrounding the encampment.

((just so you know, this woman is important, she does have a character profile on the homepage, and there is information on her actual powers there. the more that is released during the actual rp, the more will be written in her profile. same for the guy))