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The car came to a complete stop in front of the forest. From the view in the car it seemed massive. They would of gotten there a lot sooner if Gale would of just used the GPS. She never fully understood why he didn't like the GPS; then again she never fully understood him. But it wasn't a bad trip; she got to take pictures of the scenery. Who she felt bad for was Charssie who was cramped in the back with some of the bags because out of the two passengers she was the shortest.

But now they were here and the could finally get out. Marnie stretched her legs as she got out and gasped. "It is so....beautiful and creepy! I love it." Her first instinct was to run in to the beginning of the trail and hug the first tree that she could get to. "Aw yes! I can feel the aura of tragedy and sadness from this tree." She whispered. She had introduced the idea of coming here to Gale about a year ago. She figured with all the death that was held in the forest that they were bound to get something on camera. The plan had originally started out with just her and Gale but he had blabbed his mouth to Charssie and Marnie didn't have it in her to say no. The more the merrier.

Marnie hurried and swung the trunk door open, retrieving the bags that were stuffed in the back, and placing them on the ground next to the car. "I hoped we packed enough!" She yelled from the back. Her eyes wandered up to the sky, seeing a few rain clouds. Aww man, don't rain on us!

Aisu stopped the mountain bike he was currently riding on by an opposing trail to those of the people that had came to this place in a car. He looked them over for a bit skeptically at first while getting off his bike seeing that they were foreigners or at least not native born to the land of the rising sun. He pulled off the bike chain and lock from around the frame of the bike. The young man tied it around the tree locking his bike securely to the trunk of the tree before he began stretching.

For Aisu today was a running day and he specifically enjoyed running the trails here every chance he was given. Though he rarely did alone. Though he was alone he didn't feel he would get harmed in any way possible today and if he were to get injured his ken jutsu class was going to meet here tomorrow for practice in one of the glades of the forest. With his stretching finished he took off down the trail where his bike was disappearing from view of the foreigners and onto his own little trip through the trails.

Mei stood, watching the new comers clamber out from their car. Cars. She remembered those. The last time she ever rode in one was on her way here, ten years ago. Mei was not allowing herself to be seen right now, but if anyone were to walk by, they'd feel a cold presence, but that was to be expected in a place like this.

Tears formed in the brim of her silver-rimmed eyes, Mei didn't want to see more people here. Not only was there bound to be angst and drama, as there usually is with groups like those, but she knew the effects of this forest, and she doubted that the group would be able to leave.

Mei's frail, ghostly figure wept for the group, mumbling over and over about 'heartbreak' and how 'these forests will ruin you'. Perhaps it wasn't true for some, some people had survived this forest, walking out willingly or having been dragged by paramedics, but in Mei's time she hadn't seen many survivors.

Through her tears Mei watched the group, they were unpacking some kind of equiptment. Mei didn't understand, was this all part of their suicide act? Mei mumbled to herself, squinting her eyes at the bags and other things being pulled out of the car. Mei didn't quite understand that they were just here for camping, she had always only ever seen people come here for suicide means -apart from herself, but it ended how the legend told - so Mei assumed that this group was in on some suicide pact. The thought made her weep more.

"I don't like GPS's because they always tell me where to go at the last minute." He rolled his eyes. GPS's were like women who thought you can read minds, then tells you what they're thinking when it's too late. It always made him miss the turn, and then he'd have to go all the way back to get it. Sometimes, there wasn't a place to turn around at for miles. It was just a waste of money, gas, and more importantly, time. Seeing as time was of the essence for Gale, he couldn't waste any of it driving around for hours while an annoying female voice told him to make turns at the last minute. It was ridiculous. Besides, maps were more reliable anyway as long as you didn't toss them to the wind.


The black Wrangler drove smoothly most of the way to the forest, and for a majority of the drive there, Gale was lost in thought and relatively silent. His mind pondered the forest and what could be found there. It was notorious for it's suicidal tendencies, and Gale had thought long and hard about coming for he had some close... encounters with the idea himself.Whether he believed that the forest was able to influence such thoughts, he didn't know, but that was the reason why he decided to go. When he managed to pull himself out of this continues loop of thought, Gale would occasionally join in on the conversation at hand, but not for very long before he was sucked back into his mind.

It didn't take too long to reach to the forest, and by the time they had got there, Gale was already questioning if the idea of camping in this suicide forest was worth the chance. But he stopped the car right before the forest anyhow. Typically he would like to drive the jeep into the forest, but the trees likely wouldn't allow such a thing past them. They didn't seem to allow so much space between then. At least not at first.

Gale pulled the keys out of the ignition and stuffed them into his pocket. The top of the jeep was off, so he grabbed the padded frame and hauled himself over the door with a slight thud. His combat boots easily shoved aside the blades of grass and dirt as he walked around the car to the trunk. Jeeps didn't typically come with trunks, for they were rather compact cars, but Gale always made things suit his needs. He often used his jeep for research purposes, and often times he would need a safe place to put his findings without worrying about them falling out of the car. Surprisingly enough, that has happened many times.

Marnie opened the trunk and Gale instantly grabbed his block-like backpack. Again, he customized things to suit his needs. He then snatched up his suit case which contained some clothes, cash, and other necessary things he would need, like a sleeping bag and such. The man swung his backpack over his shoulder, and by the time he went to look at the rest of the group, Marnie was already diving into the forest. "Tree huggers." He rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle as he approached her. As cool as trees were, he didn't think that trees can absorb sadness, and definitely not emit it. But it was likely a joke, so Gale let it go. But if the trees did... then that would be something he had to look into.

"You guys have any place in mind already of where to set up? Or do you all want to explore a bit first?" It was always important to set up a spot first, in his eyes, but he didn't mind wondering a bit to find one.

Dawn.

Shinji's favourite time of the day. The sun's rays bore down on the forest canopy, lighting the ground with a soft green glow. His crystal blue incorporeal eyes took in the view while he let out a ghostly sigh from lungs that had not taken in air in two years. The only thing that slightly ruined the scenery for him was the encroaching rain clouds that loomed on the horizon like a heavy film. He descended to the lower canopy, waiting for the inevitable newcomers to visit this macabre spot.

A few other teens came to visit the forest, but they were mostly just sightseers. However, when the rain clouds came, a new group came. They arrived in a black jeep, packed for camping. Here to die? Or here to see? He floated invisibly above the jeep. Or will I pressure you pathetic beings into joining me in this place. He lowered himself until he sat on the hood of the Jeep. Cocking his head at the girl taking the bags out of the back of the Jeep, he hovered near her right shoulder. Allowing himself to be heard, he whispered in her ear, "You'll never leave this place. You will stay here, forever."

Marnie snapped her head towards the guy riding the mountain bike. It was a nice bike and she smiled as the guy looked their way. From this distance she really couldn't tell what his expression was. Then her smile turned into a frown. He was here alone and had nothing with him that she could tell. Oh god, please do not tell me he is thinking about committing suicide... Before she could call out to him the boy took off down the trail. "Damn it." Marnie slammed the trunk door shut and looked up at Gale. Before she could answer a shiver ran down her spin. A voice filled her head. She was never going to leave. Marnie shook the thought out of her head. Why would I stay here forever? I...I love life....

Marnie carried her bags to the front if the jeep before placing then down and tying her hair back. "Well I was thinking going to the lake." She bent down, digging in one of the bags and took out a map. Spreading the map out on the hood, she bit her lower lip looking over it, and pointed to the lake. "I say we walk as much as we can towards the lake. I am pretty sure the path with lead us to it. And then when we are there we can set up camp a little ways off the path and then once it is dark we can head to investigate." Marnie looked at Gale as she said investigate and wiggled her shoulders laughing.