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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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[Color=6666FF]”Reasonable supplies and elbow – are you daft on purpose or by upbringing? Wood is a porous material, which I assume these Cabins are made of, and unless they've been lacquered to hell and back its more than likely soaked up any blood that's been left to sit. No amount of elbow grease is gettin’ that out I'll tell you that.”[/color] Demi threw his hands up in exasperation. Already he was starting to like the prick less and less. The others seemed to have their own questions and words of protest. Though it appeared Dobbs was mostly here as a ferryman, though whether that was to a Camp or the Afterlife Demi was becoming increasingly less sure about. 

The history of this place was grim, and it didn't sit well with him that they'd just send some teens with B&E charges to their deaths. A part of him didn't want to believe it, to assume its some sort of scared straight program, but another part kept telling him not to dismiss it. [Color=6666FF]”Depending on what we've got we could use some ammonia. Cabins are probably grimy and need a bit of a degreasing. Bleach could always help too for both a disinfectant and to help with nasty stains we may face. If you're working on the actual trades work i wont bother asking for anything on that front I guess. Might need some fresh coats of paint or something. Guess we'll see when we get there.”[/color]