[b][center][h3][color=3399ff] JUICE [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=3399ff]Location:[/color][/b] Howling Pit
[b][color=3399ff]Interactions:[/color][/b]  Akaia [@Exit], Vincent [@Daxam], Erik [@FunnyGuy] 
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[color=3399ff]"Ehh? It's not a [i]pit[/i] pit and it doesn't even howl!"[/color] Juice whined as he followed suit in peering down at the Lost, disappointed that it was far less grandiose than he anticipated. Juice didn't like caves too much. The dampness often got through the powder and ruined it unless he was careful, and he couldn't watch the particularly fiery ones from up close, unless he wanted to get his helmet burnt off. And something else about them...Juice involuntarily shivered, jingling the many gadgets underneath the coat. He agreed with Vincent's sentiment, expressing it with a small grumble. 

But! They weren't in the cave yet, were they? Juice cheered himself up by pulling out a baseball painted grey, nearly bursting at the seams and a curious wire attached to a pin sticking out on top of it. A small yellow smile was painted on its side, as if it too, was excited at its future prospects. An old classic, the compact shrapnel blast bomb: Sharpie MK III. 

Juice swung to the two plus ghost plus bird that was with him, and with a voice that could be attributed to a concert MC, announced, [color=3399ff] "And our opening song goes to-!"[/color] Before tossing the baseball down the pit. The baseball whispered a small ticking sound as it sailed down the pit and landed squarely amongst the screeching blades of the Lost. Juice peered over the edge, mentally ticking down along with the baseball as the helmet shook with anticipation.