[Kenzaki] Washing away (skipped time, morning after day 6) (open tag)
Kenzaki had resolved, sometime in the long previous night, that he needed to tackle protecting this group a little bit differently. He was becoming acutely aware that even though Americans and other English speakers could congregate in groups, they didn't think of their groups first as his own people would have done. Maybe, now that he was having to spend his life among these people, he should adapt to that as well.
He needed to do things alone. Needed to learn to do things alone, for these people would never see things quite as he would. Even Ripuri couldn't.
It was time to become one with the shadows, just as he'd vaguely planned to do before. If every so often he made himself visible, then they wouldn't worry about him.
But for now, it was just him and the sea. Instead of bathing at the bathing pool, he'd decided to repeat what he'd done during his first day on the island and take a bath in the sea. It wasn't a bad experience, and he was *very* careful this time to be out of sight, as to not offend anybody's standards. He'd stop back in for a change of clothes, and then he'd be out of there again. By the time night fell, he'd be forgotten. There might not have been many survivors, but there were enough that it was hard to keep track of all of them, a fact that he planned to use to his advantage. After all, they didn't need to worry about him; he was tough, and in an emergency, he could use the card he'd gotten out of the box, which was now sitting in his jeans pocket out of the surf.
After he was done, he dried himself perfunctorally with a towel before slipping his clothes back on. Then... well, then, he'd see.
OOC: I'm sorry, Kenzaki needs to be whacked with a clue by four and knocked bleeding into somebody....