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[u][b]Los Paraísos: Docks[/b][/u]

Dylan stepped onto the docks, enjoying the feel of the sun on his skin. Like Estelle, he had chosen to pack away his normal garb in favor of something more appropriate for the location. Today he was dressed in a part of loose fitting light pants and a sleeveless shirt, his stylish jacket stored with the rest of his belongings, including the brand new slate that he had bought after Alice had so cruelly damaged the old one. No, today he merely had a sketchbook, some pencils, and a great big smile. 

[i]“Guys!” Estelle screamed. “Guys, guys! We’re here! Los Paraísos! We’re at Los Paraísos!! Oh my gods!!”[/i]

He laughed as she darted off, her enthusiasm infectious. Traveling with the Pride was one of the greatest experiences of his life, because for the most part these people were always finding something new and exciting to enjoy. “Okay, okay!” he called as he followed after her, turning around and walking backwards so that he could address the rest of the group. “So what are you guys thinking? Water park or beach?”