Jasiri’s careless behavior eventually caught up to her, and so as she prepared another leap, a small amount of the path collapsed beneath her. as she slipped she forced herself into a sitting posiition, trying to keep herself from landing on her back. and just like that she was sliding down the hill; while it wasn’t really pleasant to slide down like that… she wasn’t really getting that hurt and… as soon as she got all the way down, it was clear things could’ve gone much worse.

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   HEAD NODDED WEAKLY, though she knew that most of the guys actually in modeling weren’t the creepy ones.  It was the ones when she was out and about that approached her without warning that REALLY got under her skin.  Not that Laila ever had the heart to tell them off, usually having to squirm her way out of it or call up a friend like Scott or Ryan.  They were always r e a d y to bail her out if needed.

                      Her attention was distracted by his sudden singing, however, and a brow raised while she watched with a mixture of confusion and amusement.  Ruby lips still pursed together, however, seeming disappointed by one thing.

       “…You need to w a t c h your language.”  There was a small giggle after, however.

                   GLAD SHE HAD ONLY HAD WATER the whole evening, she took the piece of gum, unwrapping it to pop it into her mouth.  The explosion of cinnamon flavor was welcomed, though it also seemed to give her a sense of SADNESS returned – finding enjoyment in something during such a time.  So delicate fingers wiped at her eyes again, knowing her mascara p r o b a b l y had to make her look like a raccoon by this point.  Even with her trying to be cautious of the makeup there.

                His nickname granted to her was odd, but Laila didn’t much care to stop it.  It was nice enough, so she instead focused on the question he provided.  It wasn’t bad, she didn’t mind talking about herself, though it would be a lie to say she was as up for it as normal.  “Great when I’m not c r y i n g over an idiot.  I couldn’t ask for a better job…  Attracts all the guys.”

                          A warning.  Don’t think about being after her because of her career.

Jasiri saw this as a challenge, and decided to turn this little ‘tour’ into a race. Probably not the smartest idea, considering what path they had chosen, but things would be boring if you didn’t take a daring risk every once in a while. “That can be arranged.”

Having said that, Jasiri swiftly leapt after him. After each leap she would unknowingly move some of the rocks with her back legs, do to the fact that she had to push herself forward.

This wasn’t good. It had been years since the colony had been spotted, and even then it had only been a brief sighting, something that could be written off as somebody’s overactive imagination. They hadn’t worried about it. Time would dull the spotter’s memories, and eventually they’d convince themselves it was something else - an illusion, scuba divers, a hallucination. But naturally, it was harder to argue with a photograph. According to some frantic scouts, the human had snapped a photograph of them at the lip of the canyon, deeper than most hobbyist divers would care to venture. The diver was close enough to see the rise and fall of their chests. He was close enough to spot the burnished scales on their backs, shoulders, and necks, the uneven splotches of gold. He was close enough to know that something was wrong. And so Silas, elected to do the job that nobody else wanted, stalked him from afar, watching the bottom of his boat bob up and down in the water. All he needed was to get close enough to snatch the camera. But first, he had to wait for a clear shot.

             SHE PONDERED USING THIS OTHER as a good excuse to leave this place.  Pretend that she just couldn’t handle guys at the moment and get far, far away from everything going on.  Tonight was supposed to be a chance to let loose and have FUN with some friends, but Laila was finding that much harder to do than anticipated.  Her heart… was aching far too much at the moment.  The memories were still too fresh for her to handle, and this other t e l l i n g her that Mark talked about her so degradingly only made her feel more stupid and awful.

                            Luckily, he was finally able to change the subject before she peaced out.

          Though the sudden inquiry of gum wasn’t entirely what she expected, and the reveal was somewhat shocking in a way.  He looked almost like that of a con artist or pawner but with gum instead.   She could only b l i n k for a few heartbeats, doe brown eyes confused before she’d gather her voice.  “I… uh… wow, that’s a lot of gum.  I… like cinnamon.”

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“Hunh Hunh Hunh!” The kitten couldn’t help but pant as he raced around a yard. Why was this giant dog chasing him? This place was no better than the alleyways back in New York when he lived on the streets! That was a few months ago though, but why would Jenny pick this place to go on a vacation? Oh, wait. Her parents had another conference, that was why. Oliver couldn’t blame her then.  His tiny paws continued to move as he darted around a corner. “Go away!” he hissed as he backed up against a fence post, puffing up his back to make himself look intimidating. “I-I mean it!” 

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“DON’T worry. Come on, let’s get you some more water and some food. Do you like scrambled eggs and buttered toast?” he asked, still using a soft voice. He reached out to help her up (or carry her, whichever she needed).

           SHE DIDN’T NECESSARILY need to be carried, but the little girl’s arms wrapped weakly about him to show that she wanted to.  Body was still tired, and lack terribly from loss of nutrition and dehydration.  It was perhaps a MIRACLE that he hadn’t needed to take her to the hospital.  Not yet, at least.  “Uhm…  Can the toast has cinnamon or something?  S’jus’… bland with only butter.  But… but s’fine.  I l i k e eggs, though.”