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[center][h1][color=purple]Marco DePaulo [/color][/h1]
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[color=purple]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Trail 
[color=purple]Skills[/color]: N/A[/center]
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Marco had mostly tuned out Dobbs until he mentioned delinquents. Marco's smile vanished at that point and he tugged Em in closer at that point. Only she of the group knew the full truth of why and how he was there. He knew trying to argue with Dobbs would be pointless. They were all 'delinquents' to him. Just a group of fuck ups and failures, there to work off time. They weren't really there to be official counselors. That's why they were there a week earlier, to clean up and set up the camp. 

[color=purple]"Cleaning I can do, but yeah. I'm going to imagine that we're going to need all the supplies if this place has been abandoned for so long, unless they left like Comet, Clorox, pledge and vinegar and baking powder."[/color] Marco sighed as he started to run through the mental list of what he tended to use at home. Since his dad was usually busy, he had done a lot of the cleaning growing up, as had Em. 

[color=purple]"I really also hope there's a working stove... I'd hate to think that all we're going to eat for the next few days is cold cuts and salads... wait. What [i]is[/i] the food situation like? Since it is just us, are we going to have to make and cook our own food?"[/color] Marco doubted that Aster knew how to cook, even less how to make his own sandwiches. The others there, maybe? He didn't want to assume anything. He really hoped that they would be left something to cook or eat, otherwise he was going to turn right back, consequences be damned.