Olivia surveyed the length of the cabin that was to become her new home and cautiously sat on the bunk. Ringo, her cat, was completly at ease and had already settled onto her pillow, but Olivia was too wary to follow his example. Finally after what seemed like hours, the days of running caught up with her and she fell asleep.

Olivia left

Olivia entered the cabin again, stretched, and lay down on her bunk. Ringo climbed up onto her lap, and and as Olivia stroked his head she thought: I think I might like this place after all.

Olivia left the cabin.

Olivia burst into the cabin, feeling like she was going to cry. She felt awful about leaving Catos and the rest standing there, but somehow, she felt that it would be best if she left. Now she was regretting that decision. Ringo purred from under her bed and Olivia fell into a fitful sleep.

Olivia awoke and left.

Olivia entered, collapsed on the bunk, and fell asleep.

Olivia woke up and left.

Olivia sat on her bunk, and began to read a tattered copy of Harry Potter, which she had read multiple times, but still seemed to calm her down after each read. Chapter One: The Boy Who Lived. . .

"What was that?" Olivia wondered, and left to find out who had called her name.

Olivia entered.

Walks in slowly. "Hello Olivia. You don't know me but we are in the same cabin. Figured I would say hello." Stands there awkwardly

Hermes walked in, holding A Day of the Dead style pocket-size skeleton that talks and plays the guitar. He put it on her bunk and left.

Olivia walked into the cabin, immediatly noticing the small figurine on her bed. It was a skeleton, like the ones the Mexican pen-pal she used to correspond with had sent her pictures of. She sat on her bunk and picked it up, then shrieked as it jumped out of her hand and onto her pillow. "You're alive?" she quietly asked. "Oh no, of course I'm not alive. I mean, sure, I just jumped out of your hand, and I'm talking to you right now, but that doesn't prove anything, now does it." the skeleton said, in a sarcastic Spanish accent. "You talk too?" Olivia laughed. The skeleton rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, you're alive!" Olivia hurridly said before it could launch into another sarcastic monolough. "What do I call you?" The skeleton bowed deeply and announced "My name is Alejandro Flores." Olivia laughed again. This was going to be interesting, sharing a place with a Mexican skeleton and a cat called Ringo.

Olivia left with Ringo, leaving Alejandro on the bunk post, playing his guitar.

Olivia walked in, and bumps into Drake. "Oh, i'm sorry, I didn't notice you!" she exclaimed. "what are you doing here?

OOC: Sorry, I didn't see you're post!!

Olivia left

Olivia walked in."Ringo? You hungry?" she called. "Finally, she returns!" called Alejandro. "Do you know how boring this cat can get?" Olivia ignored the small skeleton and put a bowl of cream in front of Ringo, who meowed obligingly and lapped it up. Olivia lit a few incence candles and lay down on her bunk. Drawing the black curtain around the bunk, she fell asleep to Alejandro's slightly off-key mariachi guitar playing, dreaming of wild drum solos and the undead.

Olivia awoke, and left.

Olivia collapsed onto her bunk. Alejandro finished his song and asked. "What happened to you?" he asked.Olivia sighed. "I just got my butt whipped in a sword fight. It was fun though, and good practice." Olivia got up and took a shower. When she got out, she re-lit a few candles and fell asleep, not bothering to draw the curtain.

Olivia awoke from the grips of a nightmare, her arm narrowly missing Shrike's face as she tumbled off her bunk. "Who's there?" she rambled wildly. "Who are you?"

Olivia shook her head to clear her vision. "Oh. It's you." she said, not knowing what to make of him. He had helped her. . . but Catos had been so obviosly alarmed by his presence, and in a fit of anger Shrike had almost killed Skylar. "What do you want?" she said warily.