InsaneJournal

Who: Maria, Open
Where: Tailies jungle edge
When: Saturday, September 25, 2004, mid morning

Maria was starting to wonder when the hell the rescue boat was coming. It was starting to get a little ridiculous in her opinion. It'd been days now, and nothing seemed to be getting better. She hadn't found her bag, her guitar, or her boyfriend. Which all in all had made her a little grumpy. Throw on top of that the stupid sleep schedule she'd gotten used to, and the fact that her arm still hurt, she was just miserable all around.

That morning she was one of the first awake, again, and instead of sitting on the beach by the dieing fire (someone would be awake to bother with it soon), she'd headed into the jungle. To find some fruit or some peace she didn't know, maybe both. She just needed away from the ocean and out of the sand.

She didn't know how long she'd been sitting on the fallen log, staring up at the trees. Just that it'd been long enough to make her neck start to ache a little. So she found herself switching positions, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her head on her chest. Quietly she started humming to herself, soon she found herself, eyes closed, singing quietly.

[ooc: This is the song she's sing, minus guitar.]