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[h2][color=crimson]Clifford Norman[/color][/h2]
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Clifford blinked as a weird smell hit his nose. He twitched it not once, but twice as he attempted to understand what was making that rotting egg smell. He gave a look around before inhaling once more and wondering why he was being hit by that smell. He slowly moved his head around to see if he could spot whatever died to make that smell and twitched his nose once more. It did not smell like a skunk, but was it a skunk?

Finally, clifford turned around to see the trail going away and liked his eyes. That was most certainly not normal. At least not on an everyday basis. He shook his head and filed both the smell and what the trail of smoke looked like in the back of his mind. He was not about to follow a black ghost trail in a forest. That was how bad things happened. 

Cliff paused when he felt his phone buzz and blinked at the words. So a search party then? He thought they were just going to go swimming. Some misunderstanding he guess and now he had a duffel of clothes on him. That would certainly be different, but at least he hadn't shown up in what he swims in. With a grumble and a sigh cliff made his way to where Olivia was. He gave her a nod and the softest volume of his voice. [color=crimson]"Hey"[/color]