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Her mother told her that Carabo was a paradise.

Maybe her mother was wrong.

The contender for Welterweight world champion was about three drinks into something fruity... she could hardly stand the taste of most alcohol but she loved sweeter drinks. She was just relaxing at the pool with her drink in hand, a nice little slice of pineapple on the side of the glass. Jojo was not a drinker so she could already feel a buzz with such a minimal amount of alcohol. Jojo wasn't really interested in the ongoing banter yet, she needed to drink [i]just[/i] a little bit more before she got in [i]that[/i] mood - still preferring to be alone just for a little bit. She was mid-drink when she heard the scream and couldn't help but freeze in place, her mouth agape as she turned her head over towards the source of it. It directed Jojo's attention to the hotel employee wearing the blue uniform that she had become accustomed to when she needed help (she locked herself out of her room an embarrassing amount). She stumbled around, dazed and confused until she fell into the pool. 

Of course, the woman's screams for someone to help her fell on deaf ears and everyone just stood there. Jojo herself was in shock because, while blood isn't an alien concept to her... this much blood. It literally filled the pool like it was something out of a [i]horror movie[/i]. She was probably already dead, but Jojo entertained the thought of helping her in case she wasn't. When the shock wore off - just a little bit - Jojo couldn't help but shout,

[color=green]"What the fuck was that?! What the fuck happened?!"[/color]