<div class="floatright">(https://assets.vogue.com/photos/58916dd223f9887c0e0e0fbd/1:1/w_612,h_612,c_limit/17-hailey-baldwin.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Janise Hutchins</strong></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Next Post: 4.28.22 | June 4th, 7:00pm | Clearing | <strong>CJ</strong>, <strong>Danica</strong>, <strong>Faith</strong>, <strong>Felix</strong>, <strong>Layne</strong>, <strong>Liam</strong>, <strong>Lorelei</strong></span><hr/><br/>Faith approaching the girl has her flinching, looking up as if expecting a trick. When the jacket is placed around her shoulders she grabs the sides and pulls it around herself quickly, ducking down as if she can hide from the world. Her sobbing quiets but doesn't stop; she's a messy crier, makeup smearing, snot dripping. She wipes her face on Faith's jacket almost absently, sniffling as the other girl snaps her fingers. "M-my name? It's Janise. Janise Hutchins."<br/><br/>She looks around as if he realizing where she is for the first time. "Who... who are all you people? I was just running, trying to get away, and..." She stops, sniffles, and glances back the way she came. Janise shudders, and anyone that gives her more than a cursory inspection will see that she was apparently fleeing quite quickly--she has several surface wounds from being slapped or tripped by branches, roots, and likely thorns.<br/><br/>CJ snapping has Janise all but squeaking, peeking at him from around Faith. "L-loud," she murmurs. Her head jerks back and forth, looking at the sides of the clearing. "Too loud! It'll hear you," she warns urgently. "You don't understand, I was being chased by a giant snake. Don't let it find me!" Janise wails, clutching tightly to Faith.<br/><br/>In the tent, Liam does manage to find the radio. Or, rather, the pieces to it. Courtney had found it, and subsequently landed on it. Not a problem normally, the woman becoming stone made her descent rather more complicated. A larger inspection of the tent, however, reveals a long sheathed machete, as well as a flare gun with two cartridges.<br/><br/>The further Dani and Layne go into the woods, the darker it seems to get. It's an almost immediate darkness, particularly odd as the sun hasn't set yet, as if the trees block out even a hint of it. What becomes evident<em>very</em>quickly is that they're not alone. Twigs snap and brushes move, but maybe most damning is a distinctive--if perhaps unfamiliar--sound of scales sliding across bark. It's a<em>heavy</em>noise, too, as if something big, much bigger than any creature around here should be, were moving about just beyond view. Watching. Waiting.<br/><br/>Then, a voice.<strong>"Give usss... the girl..."</strong>It echoes long after it's done speaking, as if moving between the trees. The voice itself is cold, angry, and most of all<em>demanding</em>.