Everyone's A Critic ;; Open

[Natsumi Park]

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Natsumi smiled towards the tree's, before letting her Decade Pink camera hang around her neck again. Taking a breathe, she took a step over a tree root, and looked around again. It was quiet, which was odd, or, at least it seemed so when she was this close to the beach where people were currently stranded. She had once hidden in the shadows and watched them, wondering if she hadn't been rescued by Andrea and Andy, if she would end up like them, alone, cold, and probably dead within a few weeks.

Careful not to linger on the thought, Natsumikan sat down, tightening the laces on her boots, standing back up and heading back the way she came; Through the forest, towards the boat she'd brought over to the island. She had pretty much used all her film, she was sure, and she needed enough to remember to take a picture of the island as she left. She always took a picture, unsure of why, but she did. Smiling still, she continued moving, freezing when she heard something.

"Eh? Is anyone there?" She called out, before covering her mouth, unsure as to why she'd just called out. If someone was there, they would wonder who she was, why they'd never seen her before, why she had a camera, and why she didn't look like she'd crashed on an island. The eighteen year old's eyes grew a little wider, before she moved to hide behind one of the bigger tree's, praying no one would see her.

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