[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b]  [/center]
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	I knew I was not helping to keep us focused, but the tour was more exciting this way. I looked up at the artwork again. [color=#006400]”Beauty, power, strength. Conquering the unconquerable. But also respect,”[/color] I said, looking at the portrait for the last part. I glanced down at Nero and smirked. [color=#006400]”Don’t get me started on talking about art, or we’ll never move forward.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s House – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I fiddle with my hair while he speaks. Death and loss were such a hard topic to discuss or comfort people on. Everyone dealt with grief differently. I was glad when Nic decided to change the topic. It was another question about me, but I was happy to go along with it this time. 

	[color=#DB7093]”Nothing, actually. But I don’t like tomatoes. It's a texture thing, I think, but also, they taste like dirt. Just gross.”[/color]