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[color=00FCD8]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Trail Head
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Windows rolled down and Queen blaring, Aster drove with all the enthusiasm he danced with: the complete and utter disregard for anyone around him. Why should other people's safety concerns ruin his day? They shouldn't and he'd happily claim the swerving tracks in the dirt road he barreled down. He still didn't agree that he deserved this [i]banishment[/i] to the rustic backwoods. Aster was very mindful, very demure, only slashing that bastard's tires. If he'd known he was going to be punished for doling out justice, Aster would have smashed in the asshole's windshield and his side mirrors. Baseball bats were plenty cheap and readily available at a mall after all. Bastard better hope Aster doesn't catch up with him. 

However, dwelling on little, shortsighted men didn't suit him very much and Aster swerved into the gravel lot and slammed on his brakes just in time to avoid his precious baby turning into a heap of scrap metal. Well, all's well that ends well and Aster unclipped his seat belt, paused at opening the door, and took a second to check himself in the mirror. As always, everything was perfect, the epitome of human beauty he was regularly told. Of course, they were wrong. He was the epitome of godly beauty and while it may as well be a sin to suggest anything else, Aster thought their quaint compliments were adorable enough to offer forgiveness. 

He was just too kind. 

He permitted himself a few more moments in the mirror before he tore himself away lest his own beauty bewitch him and stepped out into the wilderness. He slid his aviator's glasses on and stretched, shaking out the soreness of sitting for too long, and surveyed his new surroundings. A quaint little forest, far away from any trappings of modern society, a fat and crotchety old man, a pair of siblings, a lesbian, and two familiar faces. What an eclectic group of people. 

[color=00FCD8]“Marco! Emily. At least some tolerable folk made it out here.[/color] Aster greeted them as he pulled out two large leather suitcases, one slightly smaller than the other. [color=00FCD8] “I wasn't really certain what we would need so I made sure to bring plenty. Just a few outfits, six or seven pairs of shoes, a full face kit, and definitely some exfoliating products because if I find even the threat of a break out because of this nonsense, well let's just say property damage will be the least of their concerns.”[/color]

Aster looked Dobbs up and down over the rim of his glasses. [color=00FCD8]“Have you ever considered a little less beer for that belly? A few weeks and we could even get you into stripes.”[/color]