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Casey got up and planted herself on the log. The last story had really inspired her. She looked curiously at the green flames. Her mood lightened and she smiled as she re-adjusted her guitar. So many feelings built up inside, feeling as if they were about to burst out of her like phantasms of spirits calling forth. She tuned the guitar carefully, humming each note until the pitch wavered as one in a melodic tapestry.

Her eyes gleamed in excitement, the flames adding drama to the scene. She plucked at one string and another, pressing her fingers against the hard chord and pinning them tightly against the stem. Slowly a song from youth-camp seeped into her head. She plucked one string, then another, pulling it into a harmonious drift of notes.

Grinning she began to sing with quiet enthusiasm, with a voice as ordinary as day.

"Down in the valley
There is a mission
Down by the old oak tree.
Down by the mission
There is a fountain,
Where my love told me,

There’s a web like a spider's web,
Made of silver light and shadow-
Strung by the moon in my room at night.
Its a web made to catch a dream,
Hold on to 'till I awaken-
As if to tell me 'my dream is alright

And now if I return,
They will hang me,
High from the old oak tree,
Down by the mission,
Down by the fountain,
Where my love told me."

She ended the song with a grin.

Richard quirked a bushy eyebrow at Casey. "Sorry? What on earth for?" Richard looked over the assembled group. Most of them were less than half his age, he wasn't sure of the odd Tristan fellow. Why did Moreau have to destory so many young futures? He shook his head to dispell that line of thinking, for it led nowhere.

He spotted the young man fiddling with a deck of playing cards and broke into a grin. Now there was something interesting, maybe he knew how to play bridge or wouldn't mind being taught some card tricks. He motioned to the young man to sit by him before returning to Casey.

He noticed her defeated posture and leaned over to follow her gaze. "You've got pretty toes," He whispered to her. "I'd show you mine but well..." He glance down at his massive belly. "Truth be told, I haven't seen them in years." He eyes twinkled at his joke.

Still drained from his preformance, Tristan couldnt help but sing along. After Casey had finished, he inquired "Would ya happen to know an old military song by the name of 'o'ver th' Hills'? I do so love that old song, an' if ya could play th' melody for me, I'd be happy to share it with all ye" Humming the tune for a minute reasonably well (midi of it) before giving Casey a minute to get the tune down.

Grinning at Katina's supprise "Sure, 'nyways someone has to write those books" when she asked about his hands he went on "These?" holding up his scarred and bandaged hands, half transformed beneath all fo the other damage "They got some pretty nasty chemical burns, like most of the rest o'me landed with."

Responding to the ex-pilot's question "Sure, I was down there once, had to take a bunch of samples back to europe. Only, th' plane I was supposed to take broke down. Though, I was lucky and caught a small cargo plane ta Hong Kong and got back from there"

Alex sat there a bit and tilted his head. He pulled one of his hands from his coat pocket, and leaned his head against it some, rubbing his chin with it a bit. "Samples and Hong Kong. Oh! Hey, its you! The emergency case who I flew to Hong Kong! Right, I remember that now. I got you over to the Hong Kong airport while I was doing one of my delievery runs to there. Thats been a while. And here I never thought I'd run into someone who used to be a customer..."

He chuckled a bit although its less funny once he realizes his former customer was on the same island as he was, and mostly that was to be test subjects. "Uh so yeah, odd seeing you around here. It was hard to tell you were you, considering... ya know?" And with that, he turned to look over towards some of the others, to see what else was going on.

(Warren at 25%)

Warren had been very reluctant to leave the comfort and safety of his duplex ever since his arrival on the island. He had been a part of Dr.Moreau's network working to help make people going to his island vanish. Warren's speciality was identity theft and making it look like the islanders were spending money were they weren't. Warren had things pretty good, and then he messed up once, and that was enough, and now he was here, just another subject on the island and besides having to go though the injections and changes, he had to worry about if Sabin or Dr.Moreau had informed anyone of what his profession used to be.

Warren only really started to leave his duplex after his first change. He still didn't know what he was becoming and at this point, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. His ears had grown more pointed, his canines longer and sharper, his eyes had started to change shape. the toenails on his feet had grown and become harder, making it difficult to wear shoes, and could only wear sandals comfortibly now.his fingernails were more clawlike. fur had started to grow on his arms and legs. A pair of horns had started to push from the top of his head, and painful nubs from his shoulderblades. but that wasn't the worst of it all. The worst was the tail, the two foot long scale covered extention to his spine made him pass out from the pain.

Now he was here, standing near back of the bonfire, tired of hiding and lurking around all the time and needing some social contact. He had been listening to the music that was being sung and played, and it served as an encouragement for Warren to join in this group of people around the bonfire. Quietly he stepped out from the woods, and found himself a seat within the circle of light cast by the bonfire, cursing to himself in pain as he sat on his serpentine tail before moving it out of the way. Warren looked around at the others before sitting down again. "Hi" was all Warren said, testing the waters a little, still wary and wanting to be prepared if he had run in case someone here wanted to rough him up or something, but maybe it was just all paranoa, but Warren wasn't taking chances

Alys found an interesting tree to lean on, rather than sit on a log. She shoved her hands in her pants pocket, and produced a box of matches and a packet of menthol cigarettes. Plucking one from the packet, she put it back in its home and flicked the cancer-stick into her mouth. A match struck, she lit it and flicked the match into the bonfire.

Exhaling, she simply watched on as people recognised others from off the island. It was kind of funny. She doubted she knew anyone here from off the island... That was probably a good thing?

Alys turned, and glanced at Alex, then looked at the cancer stick. She shrugged lightly, "Got into the habbit a few years ago, haven't been able to shake it."

She looked around, looking for the booze... It had to be here somewhere. A bonfire wasn't a bonfire without booze.

Ah hah! Score! She took a few steps forward, towards Alex. She leaned over and picked up the unopened bottle of rum, and twisted the lid. She lifted it to her lips and had a sip.

"Want some?"