[center][b][i][h3][color=00746b]Clarence Frontwater[/color][/h3][/i][/b][/center]

A booming voice lifted Clarence out of his sleep. 

[color=9e0b0f]"-have you ever seen a place like this on Earth?"
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Frontwater did a double take as the angry figure fumed; he looked like a goddamn demon.

Clarence spoke up, [color=00746b]"Uh, yeah man. I've been to a volcano before."[/color] He glanced around, noticing three other people and a lot more... Demons?  

[color=00746b]"Man, this is one hell of a trip,"[/color] Frontwater announced to no one in particular. He then fished in his pockets for his pack of half-smoked cigarettes. He felt a crushed box, it was like a frown upon his finger tips. The musician shrugged it off and proceeded to pop a bent cigarette into his mouth. Then came the realization that he was lighter-less. He raises his hand, [color=00746b]"Anybody got a lighter?"[/color], specifically searching for the owner of the fresh fire presented in front of him.