Character(s): Klaus and whoever. Damon or Elena would be hilarious, but anyone would be awesome.
Rating: TBD
Cautions/Warnings: Probably swearing - others TBD.
Location: Woods near the arrival hut.
Approximate Date: evening after Klaus' arrival.
Status: open

Once he got accustomed to the idea that he was in an unnamed place where, shock and awe, his powers barely worked, Klaus waited until sundown and decided to explore so he knew his surroundings just in case something were to happen. He didn't like getting caught off-guard, and the best way to prevent that was to know his surroundings. He wasn't the type to panic, so he was keeping an even temper right now. Nothing worse than a temper tantrum in the middle of the wilderness.

Idly he wondered if he was the only one here, or if there were others who had been unfortunately nabbed into this abandoned landscape. Judging by how often he got duped, there probably weren't very many people in the same predicament as he. Maybe he was just on a downward slope, though, because first he'd gotten the coffins taken from him, and now this? Hm, he must have been going into a funk...

Traipsing through the woods, he found little things that told him about the island. There was an upside to have grown up in the woods with his family, after all. Touching each leaf as he passed it, he scanned the wooded horizon with a critical eye. He could see each trail leading over the hills and through the gnarled trees that led back toward the beach. He kept stomping through the forest, barely caring how much noise he was making.