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Jamal continued to tempt fate, letting his leg swing over the edge as he started to daydream. If only he had caught that bird...then he could hold onto it's legs and float down while it flew. Yeah...it worked in that one movie, right? Obviously he wasn't not thinking rationally.

"OKAY IMMA JUMP DOWN," he said suddenly, his voice vaguely slurred as he prepared to sail over the cliff edge.

No problem, right?

Jamal paused as he was gathering himself up for a 'simple' jump off the cliff, a brow lifted dangerously high so it almost disappeared into his cornrows.

"WHY DA ******** NOT?" he retorted, arms crossing over his bare chest as he teetered unsteadily. "It ain't..."

He paused, looking over the cliff, and swallowed "dat far", seeing a little more clearly now just how HIGH up he was. Okay, so maybe jumping wasn't a good idea.

The indication of a path to his left made him whirl. A path? Where?...

Oh, duh. It was over where that ******** nasty bird was nest building. No wonder he didn't see it.

Without a word of thanks, he started to tromp down it, cursing something fierce under his breath. It was going to take awhile for him to get all the way down, sober or not.

b***h b***h b***h.

That's all Jamal did as he wound his way down the mountain, disappearing for long spans as the path cut him back further against the mountain-face and the sparce plant-life that had manifested itself there. On the way, he lit up another joint, deciding that the first had lived a charmed life and he'd never see it again.

It was a very long time...nearly and hour and a half before he came into view again, maybe three stories or so worth of height above her. He was bleeding from a forearm, had a scrape on his face, and had a hole ripped in the knee of the jeans on the same side as the scrape on face and forearm. Turns out that one isn't so graceful when they're high...he'd tripped over a rock outcropping and fell.

He hardly seemed bothered by it, however. He continued to puff greedily on the tiny stub of what remained of the long-extinguished joint, not realizing he wasn't getting anything out of it.

"Mmmfine," he grunted, pawing irritably at the drying blood on his cheek, as he spit the remaining joint piece to the rocky earth and joined her at the bottom. "Jus' a lil' fall."

He wavered slightly as he stood there, a blank look on his face as he thought about he question. The village...the village....

OH.

"Ummmm ova' there," he said, oh so helpfully, waving his arms in a wide arc in front of him, looking very much glassy-eyed.

"Oh, I dunno. I thought da bird s**t was ********' awesome maself," he said very sarcastically, stumbling off suddenly in a lurching walk towards the forest as if he knew where he was going. He didn't have any idea, but...whatever. <********' b*****d...I'mma gut them sonovabitches I swear..."

Jamal managed to find some sort of path through the trees, but it wasn't a man-made one...it was just one that formed due to how the plant-life grew. He had NO idea where he was going. Did he care? Not really.

All the while he continued to talk to himself in grunts and curses, pausing now and then to take his agression to a small sapling or a bush, pummeling it with punches or tearing fragile branches from ******** dis island. ******** dis island 'n ev'ryone on it," he mumbled to himself, stopping to lean against a tree to catch his breath. The cuts on his arm stung painfully, only making him more angry and bitter.

Jamal ignored her as she started off on her own. He'd get himself out of here! He was invincible! He was strong! He was...he was...really...high. 8D

He moved forward where he was, adding distance between himself and Kim.

New Rp

Emelyn's hand snaked out from beneath her and felt in the darkness for the basket near her bed. Her nightvision had not left her- the girl could see quite well through the blackness... but not when her face was buried in her makeshift mattress as it currently was.

Her hand found the basket and gently probed the inside- finding exactly what she expected- nothing. She'd eaten the last of her stores the day before, and hadn't moved since that time. In fact- the last time the girl had left her cave was to venture down to the foliage point to go to the bathroom... and that need had since passed, due to her severe lack of food or drink. Emelyn either didn't recognize that she was slowly killing herself- or something in her told her it didn't matter, anymore.

"Ohhm..." she murmured into the leaf-filled sheet- crinkling the old, not recently changed contents as she did.