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[center][h1][color=6666FF]Demetri Howell[/color][/h1]  
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[color=6666FF]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Trail Head
[color=6666FF]Skills[/color]: Singing[/center]  
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Once Zeke had gotten close to him, Demi felt his hand twinge. A twitch of the middle finger reaching out towards Zeke's hand as if he wanted to hold it. Any chance of acting on it was squashed as Nancy's voice reminded him that she was, as always, ever present. [Color=6666FF]”Woodland creatures I can handle Z. If that's all that there is to worry about then I'm not exactly too worried.”[/color] Another person joined their merry band of Misfits, some guy named Aster who came barreling in squawking Queen. It seemed the other two were Marco and Emily. There were quite a bit of guys gathered here, though Demetri only had eyes for one, Zeke. Although the other two weren't half bad either.

Nancy tried to scare him, adding on that the animal attacks weren't the real threat but more so some cultists. [Color=6666FF]”OoooOooOOOOo. Nerds in robes. So scary Nance.”[/color] Demi joked as he rolled his eyes just moments before Old Man Dobbs gave Aster the lay down. He tried hard to bite back a laugh. Served him right for being rude to someone just doing their job. He kept pace along with everyone else until Dobbs stopped to tell Demi an absolutely insane and horrifying tale. What the FUCK did he mean that a vengeful spirit was rampaging about killing people who attempted to revamp the camp. [Color=6666FF]”OK, are we all just not gonna ask? Cuz I'll ask it. You mentioned cleaning the Cabins, does that mean the blood and gore of the last who died trying or just general dirt from years of abandonment?”[/color]