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He shot her a very grumpy look, but did roll over awkwardly and stumbled to his feet, favoring his injured ankle as much as he could while he tried to get his balance.

Okay so she could help him over there, but he didn't have to be grateful. He was doing it to get her off his case...yeah...that's it.

It was awkward...she was a great deal shorter than he was...but taking their time proved to be the best way to get the black man to the bonfire. Being slightly stoned didn't help much either, but the fact that Jamal wasn't resisting help was worth it, apparently.

Once he deemed himself close enough, he pulled his arm off from her shoulder and stood there, much like flamingo does with the hurt foot hovering over the sand, looking as defiant as he could muster.

He did finally sit down, back to her for that moment, and back to his stomach in a similar orientation to how he was over by the water. This time he faced the fire so he could watch the flame dance amongst the driftwood and dried palm fronds instead of dealing with Antony.

Jamal was feeling less emo-ish, but he wasn't going to admit it. The fact that Antony at least continued to pester him until he hauled his sorry carcass over there made him feel a bit better; maybe he didn't piss EVERYONE off completely. He really didn't know what to say to her though. Yay awkward.

Jamal peered at the fire with a semi-vacant gaze, the light reflecting eerily off the dark brown of his eyes and casting shadows over his broad features that exaggerated the darkness of his skin as it was starting to get darker.

To answer that or not...

"On a cliff covered in bird s**t up in da mountains," he said finally in a flat tone, obviously displeased with his chosen location. "You?"

Okay waiiiiit a minute.

That was enough to make him turn his head to look over his shoulder at her, brows raised high in disbelief. Was she just trying to get him him offguard or was she serious.

"...bodies?"

The look on her face didn't bode well for a joke. People had died? Who? And how?

Jamal was going to ask if they were identified, but the look of complete nausea on Antony's face made him rethink that. Maybe that was the explosion people kept talking about.

"I wonder if it was some staff....o' maybe peeps tryin' ta escape," he drawled, mostly talking to himself than Antony, turning back to look at the first.

A feeling of sadistic glee made him hold onto the hope that it was the former, not the latter, that went down with the chopper. Perhaps Aubrey and Moreau...that would be good, should that be the case. However, his glee was short lived. If that was the case, then what was going to happen to him and all the other villagers. In the end, all he could really say further on the matter was a whispered "Damn" and give a slow shake of his head.

"********' wonderful," he hissed, hearing the news of a lockdown, a hand moving to rub his forehead and displace some sand that had sprinkled down onto his brow. "Dat's what I had heard when I was comin' from the river, but I was hopin' maybe someone mighta found somethin' open." He neglected to throw in the fact that it was Awen who had said anything.

Jamal peered over at Antony as she lay on the beach, lacking any sort of narrowed glare this time. A look of barely concealed concern brewed there instead along with a tense jaw. "I'm hopin' not too long...brotha can't live off fruit fo' very long...but it sorta looks like we're screwed, don't it..."