Bonjoceiv wondered the forest with his guitar on his back wearing his sunglasses. "What the..." He noticed her, she was beautiful, well endowed and her muscular body. He began to walk towards her, wanting to see more.

She consentrated slightly her collapsable staff in hand, narrowing her eyebrows focusing her strength into the tips of the staff, thrusting it out it stabbed into one boulder and then into the other, then relaxing she let out a deep breath. The rocks began to crack and after a few seconds they both shattered. She sighed heavily wiping a little sweat off her face with a towl, dressed in a tight black tank top and baggy black pants, her bra and bikini style panties matched her outter clothes. sitting down the grass she picked up a few of the rocks "hmm...well..stll not good enough" she tossed the chunk aside laying back.

As he got closer he noticed her beautiful big eyes and more detail of her beautiful body. He sung to her quickly, slowly with a loving tone, "A wild gift that you wanna give... Break out of captivity..." He smiled at her happily after letting his lyrics fly and leaned up against a tree.

She jumped up hearing a voice, she struck out again stopping herself when she realized it was just a man, she blushed a little embarassed for reacting in such away "S..Sorry" she lowered her weapon.

Bonjoceiv smiled at her, taking off his sunglasses to reveal his blue eyes, placing the shades in his jacket pocket. "No I'm sorry... didn't mean to startle you" he placed down his guitar next to the tree and reached up and picked a flower. "May I just say... you're amazingly beautiful..." he chuckled "and I don't mean your breasts... I mean your muscles, your form... everything" He handed her the flower smiling.

She raised an eyebrow staring at him then to the flower "Uh..thanks...I think" she hesitated but took it, lightly toying with the flower, her other hand pressed the button at the center of her staff, the two ends shoot back to the center making it about a 6 inch long shaft. "so..what are you doing out here?"

He chuckled, "weird ass story... I stowed away on a plane, thought I was heading towards some beautiful high class resort and I ended up here... so I figured... what the hell... might as well make the best of it... life's an adventure" He smiled at her, as he leaned up against a tree. "What about you beautiful?". He picked up his acoustic and began strumming it a little.

"interesting..." she slowly took a seat on one of the smaller rocks trying to relax a little bit "Me? well my parents sent me here" she simply said, as if she had no choice in the matter, not that she did

He looked up at her smiling, stopping strumming for a minute. "Now why the hell would they send a perfectly beautiful martial artist to a desert island?" He shook his head as he looked up at the sky and began strumming again.

"Because" she leaned back against the rock looking at the sky "If not for my grandparents, i would have no home. The simply did not want me" she closed her eyes slowly relaxing

He pouted a little, and strummed and began to sang line from a song, "Who says you can't go back..." He stopped there and looked at her, still strumming. "I'd offer to take you back to my place, but I don't have a home... that's why I wander..." he smiled at her. "That flower really brings out your eyes"

She smiled faintly listning to his song "Thats alright, my grandmother taught me to not go home with strange men anyway" she smirked lightly relaxing her muscles a little...yet still staying on edge.

He chuckled, "smart grandmother... so why didn't you stay with them?". He strummed a little more till he looked up and said suavely, "you can relax you know... its a guitar, not a machine gun..."

she looked to him smiling sweetly "They have no say when it comes to my education, my parents were paying for it." She then looked away sighing heavily stretching arching her back a little bit "I have to stay on edge a little never let your guard down...its how to survive"

"Oh alright... apparently you know something I don't about here... and what do you mean education? There's a school here?" He strums some more.