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~Christopher: 0%~

It had been hours since Christopher's encounter with Branwan. After his meeting with her, he had gone back to his duplex to make dinner for himself. Afterwards, he had a hunger for some social interaction and to enjoy the night. He left in search of some company and to admire the moon that gleamed above him. When he looked up at it, he smiled and let out a quiet howl that only he would hear. He chuckled and moved forward.

As Christopher walked along, he could smell the scent of a bonfire. His eyes shot open and a grin formed on his face. He adored bonfires. They reminded him of being up north in the woods. The smell of the burning wood was a charming aroma to him. Watching the embers glow that bright orange and crackle. It was always a magical experience no matter the occassion, no matter how many times he had been witness to one.

Christopher tried to follow the fragrance on the air as well as getting a visual. He began to break out into a run, flying past shrubbery and foliage as the wind whipped against his skin. He enjoyed it immensly. It had been so long since he had last experienced this joy and pleasure of things he no longer had at his disposal when he was back at home. It was something he hadn't experienced to this extent in a long time.

After a few minutes had passed, Christopher reached the beach. There he could see the ashes flying into the air like some beacon, radiating that mesmerizing trademark orange glow. He could make out only one form sitting by the fire.

'Well, it's better than no one,' Christopher thought. 'Besides, they are probably looking for some company. Not to mention it's a bonfire! Go enjoy it!!'

Christopher approached the individual sitting by the bonfire and introduced himself by bowing at first. "Good evening. I'm Christopher. How are you this evening?"

Christopher's head cocked toward the direction of the forest as he heard some noise. He scanned the area and his eyes fell upon a tall figure just standing there. Christopher squinted his eyes some but could hardly make out any features.

To say he didn't feel uncomfortable would be a lie. His hand was already on the handle of his hunting knife which remained in its sheath on the side of his shorts. It was his sign of warning that he was ready to strike if provoked any further.

'Will you stop doing that?!' Christopher's mind snapped at him. 'Always quick to the defensive you are. Just relax!'

But Christopher's grip on the handle did not loosen. He just wanted to be prepared for the worst. He gained up enough courage to call out, "Who's there?"

He hoped this person was friendly because he definitely looked intimidating just from his size alone. Most likely Chris would hightail it toward the other direction if it turned out this individual was a threat. However, he was ready to defend himself nonetheless.

Christopher practically felt a chill when the man spoke. It didn't help his impression thus far and the grip on the knife handle tightened. But he kept himself under control and tried to remain calm. Maybe it was just the man's way of speaking.

"C...Christopher," he almost stuttered out. It was apparent he was nervous. However, he hoped it was not obvious he was ready to attack with a knife if anything got out of escalation. Chris turned himself to a 45 degree angle away from the man to help conceal his knife. He couldn't let this man see, otherwise it might start something right off the bat.

'Were you born with this knife superglued to your hand or what?' Christopher's mind teased him, as if to break the ice if only by a little bit.

Christopher waited for man to come closer. He really hoped there was no threat but he could not be sure of it unless the man came forward completely and introduced himself in a more welcoming fashion. Christopher wasn't certain he should expect that much though.

Without thinking about it, Christopher instinctively took a stance prepared to run. What happened next depended on the tower of a man.

Christopher removed his grip on the knife and rubbed his perspirating palm off on his black shirt. He obliged to man's wishes and had a seat by the camp fire. His eyes didn't leave the man's though. He just stared right at him, keeping watch for any sudden movements. Christopher didn't appear tense anymore but still on guard. He was not about to let himself lull into a false sense of security so quickly. He'd wait until he saw how the man behaved overall before he would lighten up.

"So..." Christopher tried to break the silence but trailed off, trying to think of something to say without taking his eyes off the man. "...How long have you been here on the island?"

Christopher turned his head slightly toward the man with the strange accent while still watching the tall one out of the corners of his eyes.

"So, what is your name?" Christopher asked. "And yes, I must agree that it is a rather lovely evening."

Christopher chuckled a little, seeing the name was struggling to remember his name. He chimed in, "Christopher. Chris for short. And no, nothing for me to drink at the moment. Thanks for the offer though."

Jonathan was already helping lighten Chris's mood, making him almost forget about the tall man sitting not far from the two of them. It was probably for the best anyhow. Knowing Christopher, it would have only made him seem uptight to this company surrounding him.

"So, how are you doing tonight Jonathan?" Christopher asked. "How long have you been here on the island?"

Christopher noticed the look of apathy on Jonathan's face and let out a sigh. 'What the hell...' Christopher thought. 'Might as well humor the man if it's going to bother him that I won't have a drink.'

"What kind of drinks you got?" Christopher inquired. "If it's alcoholic though, I can't touch it. The taste of it tends to not agree with me."

He shuddered at the thought of the bitter, disgusting taste of alcohol. He remembered sampling many different types through his growing years. Just little sips but that was enough to let him know he did not like the stuff. The taste was repulsive and offending to his tastebuds.

Listening to the man talk, Christopher was going to dread speaking up since Chris himself was so nonchalant about what has happened thus far. But he figured he might as well be honest. No sense in holding back the truth was his motto. He could hardly ever bring himself to lie, only in rare occassions. He just hoped Jonathan took what he had to say well and wouldn't upset him further.

"I arrived today and yes, I already know what's going on here," Christopher began. "I can't say I mind it entirely. However, I don't approve of Moreau trying to deceive us nor do I like the fact he's dragging people out of their lives to be used as guinea pigs and lab rats. But hey, at least we can keep each other company, correct?"

Christopher waited to see what Jonathan's reaction would be. That's all he could do. In the meantime, he focused upon the warm glow of the fire embers.