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[center][h1][color=#cdb7b5]Rose Buckner[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Trailhead
Skills: N/A[/I][/center]
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Rose laughed when Siera asked how her dating life was. She hadn't really been looking. Sure she had a few one-night-stands here and there, but nothing serious and certainly nothing she would have called a dating life. [color=#cdb7b5]"Eh, nothing to write home about honestly. Not even someone I'd consider for more than a nice time for coffee and whatever followed."[/color] Rose never had sex drunk, she hated the idea of it and always wanted her partner to be sober for the experience too. If they wouldn't have sex sober, they shouldn't drunk. That was her opinion on the matter. [color=#cdb7b5]"What about you?"[/color]

[color=#cdb7b5]"I've done so much camping. The Buckners love to camp so we would go nearly monthly. Even if it was for just the weekend. And I was always so connected with the woods that I felt more at home there then I did in the city. A dream of mine is to own a cabin deep in some wood and forget the city even exists. And this is where I was found, so I always sort of hoped I'd find my birth parents someday wandering the woods looking for me."[/color] She gave a small shrug. The trail here was an easy one. And her feet knew it well. 

Rose took a deep breath of the pine-scented wood remembering vividly crying in the woods. That was what had led the Buckners to her. She didn't even know how she had gotten there. Even as a child she couldn't answer that question. Another memory tickled at her memory and she focused on it. She could, in her mind's eye, see the woods from before. The one she knew was her original home. It was different. Older and denser. There was her mother. She had beautiful brown hair that curled around her face and fell down her back. She wore a red cloak and was saying something to Rose, but present-day Rose couldn't remember what it was. A tear threatened to fall and Rose could only hope that her mother was still alive. 


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[center][h1][color=#bf85f2]Colby Jackson[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Chinese Restaurant
Skills: N/A[/I][/center]
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Colby helped stuff the leftovers into boxes. [color=#bf85f2]"I'll be careful around the hunting gear. And just to the park please."[/color] He promised before the girls left. He rolled his eyes when Cass said the cat's breeds were 'cat'. Why did no one care? It meant so much for a cat what breed it was. A lot of a cat's personality was determined by that. Certain cats didn't like strangers, others would love anyone that looked like they didn't want anything to do with a cat. And others still would climb into the lap of the first person who sat down. 

[color=#bf85f2]"Honestly, I think this good for you."[/color] Colby told Matthew. [color=#bf85f2]"You need to break out of your comfort zone. Try something new. I mean honestly when is the last time you talked to a stranger, other than the first time we talked?"[/color] Colby stood up and adjusted his hoody. [color=#bf85f2]"I mean I think this is the most you've said in the last hour than I've heard you say in the entire time I've known you. Let's go."[/color] 

Colby grabbed a container and headed out of the restaurant. When he spotted Layla he came over to her next to their car. [color=#bf85f2]"I appreciate the ride."[/color] He said before climbing gently into the back seat making sure he didn't sit on or disturb any of the gear the girls had back there.