[h2][center][color=82ca9d]Carver Jazz[/color]
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The drive to the middle school was... awkward. Eerily quiet, Carver wanted to turn on the radio or something, but after looking at Sherridan and Isotta, but thankfully it ended quickly. As soon as they arrived at the school, Carver climbed out and breathed in the cool night air, relieved to be out of the awkward atmosphere.

[color=82ca9d]“Sure, lead the way”[/color] leaning back, a crack sound was heard as Carver stretched himself out, while admiring the bright orange graffiti. [color=82ca9d][i]Trash? Super Trash? Garbage? Is this somehow pollution related? Is there an ozone, junk creature I don’t know about?[/i][/color] soon Carver heard the tell tale sound of a spray can and naturally assumed the culprit was nearby. Cautiously walking forward behind the pair, Carver rounded a corner and saw a blonde girl. Clearing his throat he tried the negotiation way, bullets and talismans cost money after all.

[color=82ca9d]“Hi there. Nice night isn’t it? I’ve seen your artistic handy work and I have to say I’m impressed.”[/color] pausing for a moment Carver couldn’t help but ask [color=82ca9d]“So out of curiosity... is it the paint that causes the disease effect? Or is it the image? Oh! Or is it the intent behind it? It's been years since I've seen cursed art~!”[/color]

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