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[h1][color=brown]"Dominic Mason"[/color][/h1][/center]

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[center]Interacting with: Tas[/center]

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[center][color=brown]”I was happy to help Natasha, if you need anything else, I’ll be there ok?”[/color][/center]

[center]Dom watched as Tas walked back into the hotel. Truly, that afternoon was an experience. For someone who spends his time climbing mountains and diving off cliffs, Dom sure was a bit shaky after the events in the mine. He didn’t particularly want to show that to Natasha though as he could see that poor woman was terrified. His breathing had suddenly become heavy and laboured, that was the hardest thing to hide. Dom was a unit of a man, being as big as he was meant everything you did was pretty noticeable. He hurried through the side entrance to his room, avoiding whatever kind of racket was going on in the main room and quickly shut the door behind him. Making his way to the bathroom, Dominic opened the cabinet and took out a vial pills, injecting them with a glass of tap water.[/center]

[center]Relaxing on his bed, the mountain pulled put his laptop and connected up his camera. It looked like had gotten some good footage down there, at least an hours’ worth. That said he only planned for his documentary to be two to three, so he needed to try and cut down some of the content to at least maybe half an hour. Dom could edit it all himself but he didn’t particularly want to, that’s why enlisted the aid of his little cinnamon roll friend Kip. Once he had uploaded all the data onto the file, he attached the video to an email;[/center]

[center][b]To: Kazuhiko Ippitsusai[/b]
[color=brown][i]Hey Kip! Got some more footage for you to fiddle with. Some of this is really great, bit long though so you’ll need to work your magic. You’d hate India, it’s hot and clammy but the food is great. Tell everyone I said hi. 
Til next time.
Dom.[/i][/color][/center]

[center]Just as he finished email, the racket outside was becoming unbearable for Dom. Opening up his front door, his hazel eyes widened as he gazed upon the rambunctious and ridiculous scene playing out before him with goats and gangam style and all other manners of Best Exotic shenanigans. [color=brown]”…..I’m not even touching this…”[/color] Done with shit for the day, the Dominator simply closed his door and lay on his bed. Allowing the others to handle the problems instead of him fixing it was a change of pace for Dom. Cranking up his radio with a little bit of 90’s Brit pop, he began scanning the map he had stuck to his ceiling, lucking for his next adventure in the magical land he now found himself in.[/center]