<div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/vpbtqq.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>. Kayula Hamilton<br/><strong>Time</strong>. Got no clue<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Unknown, Crystal Lake<br/><strong>Doing</strong>:  Trying to get her bearings<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  None yet, open<br/><strong>Warnings</strong>:  None yet<br/><br/>Kayla Hamilton, your average city girl with more than a handful of brain cells to rub together, considered herself aware enough of her surroundings on most days to have known when she was heading into the country long before she actually got there.  Yet today, as she slowly peeled herself off the ground, and saw that there was a forest behind her, on her right, and left, as well as a distant lake in front of her, she could not for the life of her figure out how in the hell she'd gotten here, wherever here happened to be.  She felt dazed and confused, and put a hand against her forehead when a wave of dizziness hit her, forcing her to stop before she started to stand to her feet.<strong>"Ugh...feels like I hit the tequila, except I haven't touched a drop."</strong>She groaned aloud, having learned that particularly painful lesson once shortly after her eighteenth birthday back in January.  Drinking never had the same appeal after her first and last time, or maybe it'd been the tequila itself that hadn't set well with her stomach.  Either way, Kayla had made it a point to never get that sloshed again.<br/><br/>Which brought her back to the present, as she tried to put the pieces together of how she'd gotten lost in the middle of nowhere, with the just visible sparkle of a lake not too far ahead.  The way the sun sparkled across its surface was certainly something out of a postcard, but it was the trees, ginormous and strange on every side, that had her immediate attention.  She was no expert, but she was pretty sure the banana like plants hanging from one of the nearby trees didn't come in shades of purple.  Whatever had happened, she was pretty sure that she wasn't in New York anymore.<strong>"Where in the Hell am I?"</strong>Kayla grumbled, far more annoyed than anything since fear was for the weak.  Fear was for the pathetic, but not her.  She didn't get afraid, she got angry.  Her dad, bastard that he was, had made her learn the hard way that the world didn't have time for the weak and fearful.  So whatever fear she felt, Kalya swallowed like a rotten piece of meat, and started forward, all the while trying to calm herself down with the far gentler lessons her grandmother had taught her.<br/><br/>The last thing she could remember clearly was beating those morons down in that alleyway before she had started on her way back home, with plans to swing by her grandmother's dojo first.  Old momma Morton couldn't get around like she used to, but Kayla didn't mind helping the old woman.  About the only reason she hadn't spent time in Juvie was because of the old woman, and what she had taught her since moving to the big city, which Kayla did her best to repay by lending a hand whenever she had the chance.  Usually that amounted to her helping keep the place her Grandma called home clean and ready for visitors, but sometimes she helped teach a class of hopeful youths alongside Morton.  Whatever she did, it always brought a smile to her face to spend time with the old woman.  Kayla let out a contented sigh as those pleasant memories played out for her, just as she came to the edge of the lake.  The sandy beach and the water itself were the cleanest she'd ever seen.  That alone assured her she wasn't anywhere near a city, where pollution tended to fill the air and foul up the water.<br/><br/>Cupping her hands under the surface, Kayla took a sip of the crystal clear liquid, and was surprised it went down as smoothly as it looked without even the slightest hint of the city pollution she was so used to.  A soft, surprised moan escaped her, but she adjusted well enough and stood to her feet, dusting off her torn, faded jeans as she did.  Having satisfied her thirst, she took a moment to cross her arms and look over the water, just as a grey, fluffy cloud passed overhead, reflected in the water's surface.  She gave a jolt as she remembered that grey, all encompassing light that had grabbed her.  Was that how she'd gotten here? It was the only thing she could think of that would explain all of this at all, but even that seemed downright weird and insane.  Lights alone couldn't drag people to other places, but it was all she had to-<br/><br/>Jerking her head to the right of the lake, Kayla narrowed her grey eyes to slits when she heard a cry off in the distance.  It sounded human, or human enough to make no difference to her before she started to run towards the source of the sound.  A cry for help she understood, that she could do something about, and she had every intention of doing just that as she made it a point to collect a few small rocks along the way, stuffing them into her black leather jacket's pockets on the run.  She had no idea if there were wolves or something around, and with no other options, she wasn't about to face an unknown adversary with nothing but her fists, even if they had gotten her out of as much trouble as they'd gotten her in while she was a kid.