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Chubbs yawned a bit, he was starting to feel the lack of sleep he missed yesterday. He knew he wouldn't be around for long. Standing up, he dusted himself down and carefully made his way towards Colche, he didn't have the balance she did.

" Chubbs is gonna go have a sleep Colche.. umm.. see ya at umm sunrise again?"

He smiled shyly and gave her a small hug and a pat

" Have a good time you two"

He waved to Amaya and stepped from the rocks and made his way towards the duplexes.

The beach was already occupied, as it usually was this time of night. Jamal was standing at the edge of the water, shoeless, letting the gentle waves lap at his bare toes as he stared across the water at the horizon. His eyes were squinted, yet reflected a pained look to them as he peered out. The man had foolishly been staring out there for ages, looking for signs of life that might spell as a source of rescue for him and Awen. Lights...motion...anything that might give away a chance at freedom.

But yet realization of his plight was only confirmed as he saw nothing civilized out there on the dark waters except for the curl of whitecaps every once in awhile. He felt so foolish...wondering how long he had until life as he knew it would change. Jamal felt the Doctors were teasing him; Hargun had seemed to surprised to know he'd been on the island so long and hadn't yet changed. This should have been comforting.

"Bastards," he uttered under his breath, unaware of Chana's appearance on 'his' beach.

Jamal turned sharply, his solitude interrupted by a nervous call that almost made him curse aloud. Dammit, he could never find a place where someone wasn't around.

"Yo," he said, his tone somewhat more gutteral than usual. Irritation was very blatant in his voice and his expression; he probably sounded pretty menacing without actually meaning to.

The fact that his dark skin coupled with the dark clothing he was wearing probably didn't help this image either. It was like he was almost trying to be evasive as he stood there in darkness at the water's edge.

"Yeah, I guess," Jamal said blandly, arms crossing over his chest as he peered at the moving form not so far away now. It was a woman; he could tell by the voice and the way the shadows played off her form. "Nice ta come out herr now n' then."

He didn't recognize the voice and that made him semi-curious, but also edgy. What if it was another one of those cracked out Docs?

"I been herr a month."

His face faltered as he spoke...god, had it been that long already? He shook his head as to rattle the thought from his mind, a hand drawing upward to rub at his chin. The black man sighed airily and forced his attention to the here and now.

"You be new then? I ain't 'membrin' yo voice b'fo," Jamal asked cautiously. He still wasn't sure if this was a Doctor or not and he remembered Hargun's warning of them coming at night. Surely this would be a good place for them to try and get at him with an injection...the beach was usually nice and private this time of night.

Jamal didn't seem to notice her surprise as he moved a little closer, finding that talking to shadows almost made him feel like he was losing his mind.

"Best ta get used to this place...spendin' time in yo duplex ain't gonna help in the long run," he remarked absently, his mind still wandering back to his original purpose of being on the beach. "You ain't been herr long, ain't surprisin'. They keep bringin' people in one atta time...what they drag yous herr fo'?"

He didn't know if she knew what was happening here really, and for what he figured, she probably wouldn't believe him in the first place. Honestly, Jamal wanted nothing to do with the explaination portion of the island. He'd leave that for people like Hargun or Ambrose, who do a find job of scaring the s**t out of people when they come around the corner.

Jamal stared blankly at the woman before looking at her shirt, then leaning in closer when the lettering was not obvious from where he stood. No doubt she'd probably take it completely wrong...not that he cared. Any chance to look at a woman's chest without being slapped outright worked for him.

"Coun'selo' fo' what?" he asked bluntly as he finally leaned back, hand again rubbing at his chin. The only time he'd heard the word counselor was when he was behind bars and ordered to take alcohol classes and talk to a shrink back when he was younger. This woman didn't look the part for that sort of job. A chill passed down his spine though; was this woman part of the staff here?