Stitch Sixtosis
Stitch yawned as wandered aimlessly around the house. He'd been up for hours, unable to sleep due to nightmares. He'd done everything he could think to do, he built a play city, he ate pineapple, he destroyed the city. The only thing he could think to do now was to change out of his pajamas. He grumbled slightly, muttering about how it was unfair there had to be other people on the island. Wouldn't it be great if he could just walk around in whatever he wanted. He opened his dresser drawers, having gone to grab some clothes earlier the drawers were packed. He just pulled out khakis and a blue Hawaiian shirt, shoving them on. Before he left he wrote a quick note to Ollie and Wynn. "Hey guys, got up pretty early, going to M-Mall, meet me there if ya want, I'm sure we can all do something together. -Stitch." He placed the note on the kitchen counter, heading out towards the mall. Stitch caught sight of Aurora dancing and singing ahead of him, he snickered slightly, but walked a different route to the mall, not wanting to converse with anyone, especially when he might make a fool of himself. He was wandering slightly, making sure to keep away from the beach as he did so. He had no clue why people walked along the beach, the waters terrifying. Soon he reached the mall, heading straight to the music store. He clipped through some discs, smiling as he found the one he was looking for. Stitch loved Elvis... he poled the Cd into a player, pulling the headphones on. He smiled as he listened to the King and drifted off into his own world.
Rob (Robin) Hood
Grabbing another arrow, Rob skillfully shot at his target, smiling as he once again made a bullseye. He had awoken a long time ago to begin his daily routine of practice. He ran around the island, then shot a few rounds of arrows. Smiling, he pulled all the arrows off the target, putting them away. He felt satisfied as he walked back to his house, climbing the stairs to his room. He had no clue how he got on this island, but he felt comfortable so he wasn't about to complain. He pulled off his dirty clothes showering and changing into jeans and a green shirt. He walked downstairs to the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator. It always surprised him how the refrigerator always had something in it. He pulled out the orange juice, pouring some in a cup, he eyed some of the technology in the kitchen, he may have not remembered much from his past, but he was sure he never had some of these things. Shrugging, Rob walked out of the house, heading towards the beach. He sat on the sand, lying down he covered his eyes with his arm, listening to the tides as he relaxed.