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[center][color=#837E7C][b]MENTIONS:[/b] all of y'all[/color][/center]
[color=#837E7C][sub]THREE DAYS LATER...[/sub]

They spent the nights taking turns being on watch. It was the first time they actually cooperated with one another on peace. Jules found the brief rests to be surprisingly refreshing due to the fact she didn't have to constantly worry about someone robbing her while she was asleep. At least, the group didn't seem like the type to steal. The only thing that did bewilder her was the fact that they shared a tent-- never did she have the body of another person, a total stranger, so closely pressed against her. Well, except for [i]those[/i] times...

It was their third day out in the desert. The journey had so far been taxing, with the sun and heat and all, but their group began to grow on her little by little. Annie and Jojo cooked decent food and the latter of the two slowly seemed less and less intimidating. Nevertheless, Jules kept her guard up. She was still considered a prisoner, after all; she wondered if he'd believe her side of the story, if and when she told it. Maybe she could start with explaining herself to Simon and Annie. That way, she could work her way up and they could take her side when she confronted Jojo. She shook her head. It was easier said than done. Simon would probably see her as a criminal and Annie and Neon Knight were bound to not care, but that didn't bring her much comfort. They weren't the problem. The tall, dark-haired man that rode in front of her was. 

She watched the back of his head before she let her eyes slide down his figure. Honestly, Jojo wasn't a bad-looking fellow. Jules wondered what his story was. How long had he been a bounty hunter? What was his life like before that? Did he have parents, children, a wife? Why was he in this race to begin with?

They trekked through the gritty sand dunes, talking amongst themselves. That was another thing-- they'd grown talkative during their travels. At least Jules could bring herself to sing and joke, especially since the swelling in her face had finally gone down and the bruising had begun to melt away into a mix of pale blues and greens. She had finally taken a break with her singing in order to turn her attention back to Joseppi. 

[color=#41A317][b]"Jojo, you sure we're going the right way? I think we should be heading north after passing that ravine, right?"[/b][/color] Jules asked. Jojo was the one with the map, and though she was sure that all of them had a good sense of direction, she found all of the sand, rocks, and cliffs rather confusing. People probably got lost here all the time. Who was to say they weren't? [/color]