Mary didn't actually want to be alone during this weekend of memory merriment and horror. She was never going to admit that to anyone, though, so she was lucky that Dylan had the good sense to not do the same. Bare knuckling it, as he called it. Very masculine sounding, very Dylan. She didn't know a whole lot about him except that he was your typical small town mysterious boy. Tall, dark and brooding. She could appreciate that. Mary was tall, fair and a liar so they could be social outcasts together.
She was dressed in ranger brown with her large, silly green hat on that made her feel better. Her hair was braided down her back, the tips of her brunette hair almost black. She really needed to redye and soon.]
Dylan? [She heard someone coming, so she announced her presence. The trail back to her tower was narrow, trees reaching to the path like it wanted to snag onto your clothes. The lake was a few yards away. Eerily calm despite all the madness.]