[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=Goldenrod][center]Jo-Vaughn Holloway[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Joey chuckled. [color=Goldenrod]"Then that leaves you with the dog and whoever Shaggy supposed to be. You have fun with that."[/color]

[i]Speaking of Shaggy...[/i] he mused as he gave the red dog now beset by Sadie a sidelong glance. Something seemed off about the dog, he just couldn't place what. He hated the feeling of knowing something was out of the ordinary but never getting a reason as to why it so.

As if on queue, a horrible creeping sensation followed by an icy chill and the smell of rotten eggs assaulted Joey's senses. 

Now something was most definitely wrong.

[color=Goldenrod]"Smells like a reason to go home to me."[/color] Joey said as he instinctively tucked his hands into his pocket and curled his fingers around his phone and keys. They certainly weren't weapons of war, but he felt a semblance a safety at least knowing he had the police on dial just in case something went down.

Joey's guts had never been wrong before about danger, and he wouldn't doubt it now.

Despite his own cautiousness, others where rather dubious. He eyed the pasty-skinned salary-man who made his way towards what he assumed was the direction in which the smell originated. Joey wouldn't be following him.