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Fayt, finally deciding that he could trust the people, decides to get up and introduce himself. Hr stands up to find that the crowd seems a little smaller than it was before.

"Where did they go?!", he said to no one in particular. Fayt then decides to go check out some of the shops around the fountain.

Cannibal Cleo lurked. Eyes wildly flinted around behind glasses behind leaves. The glasses - she'd stolen. The leaves - connected to twigs. Connected to branches. Connected to just one of the thousands of tree trunks rooted in the ground inside the jungle. The jungle sat, but in a stoic, mysterious way, beside a little speck of a town. The town was a morsel and the forest surrounding it was the monster engulfing it.

She heard a rustle. She twitched. She waited. She peeked out from nature's camoflauge - the leaves - and peered down at the jungle floor below. Beneath her was a human, chattering in a human language. She tried to survey the area for other humans, but the same trees that concealed her also handicapped what she could see. So, she leaned forward and stuck her head out further, more or less upside down. As the human walked beneath her, oblivious to what lurked above, she reached an arm down and made a swiping motion over his head. She missed.

As it began to wander away from her, she retracted herself back into the leaves, sitting for a moment, then sprinting off into the distance, cackles echoing all around.

OOC|| Nim has read everything. And now posting where I reserved would throw it completely off. Hum. I'll go ahead and try to post something now, then. I don't think I'll be using Gyp.||

Sepia and rose-colored eyes fluttered open. She blandly noted soft light dancing around the ground she was facing--facing...? She buoyed gently in the sunset-dazzled water, and with a soft gasp managed to pull herself up so that her head was just above water and below the wall of the fountain. As she latched onto a crevasse in the wall of the surrounding stone, she ran her other hand through her dark and soaked hair, pulling it away to find a wet, warm liquid dribbling like black ink into her water as it flowed down her neck. Her head throbbed where she touched it, and it only worsened the effect from the clashing murmuring voices around her. She pressed her back tightly against the wall, and clamped her eyes tightly together as she hugged her legs for comfort, waiting for the voices to leave.

Christine opened her eyes, confused. What had just happened? The last thing she'd remembered, she was being chased by the cops (a usual thing for her). They had cornered her, or so they thought. Christine had jumped off the edge of a building. That was the last thing she remembered.

Now all she could feel was a small ache in her back (probably from falling off the building, she thought, who knew falling onto an old matress would hurt so much). She got up, fixing her long layered black hair, surveying the area. She heard voices near her. Was she schizo now?

No, she turned around to see a small group of people by a fountain. All of them looked just as confused as she felt, though Christine never showed her emotions. Christine decided these people looked harmless enough, so walked over to them. If she was wrong about these people, at least she still had the switchblade, lighter, and razor in her back pocket.

Christine watched a woman run into the water. Disgusting. She had never been fond of water, too many bad memories. Plus her parents had never cared enough to teach her to swim, when she did live with them. And after that, none of the foster homes had had a swimming pool, nor had the boot camps. But this was an island. Christine had to get used to it, whether she liked it or not. She slowly meandered over to the shore.