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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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Demi rolled his eyes as Aster spoke to him, his hands balling into fists when he brought Zeke into it. He didn’t care what people said about him, everybody loved to talk, loved to say shit and speak as if he was beneath them and that was fine. But no one got to talk like that about someone Demetri actually cared about. If he didn't know any better based solely on the outfit and daddy's car, he would've pegged the kid as a homophobe trying to be slick around a doddering old man. He reached out to try and hold Zeke's hand, but Zeke moved it to the back of his neck. [Color=6666FF]”Don't be jealous that this arcade machine is taken, find another slot to put your quarter in if you really wanna play a game.”[/color] He spat back. Between the straight couple, Nancy, and now Aster, this was going to be a long few weeks. 

Marco brought up the idea of food, and Demi's stomach gave a bit of a growl. He fished out his packet of Wunderbars and cracked it open, depositing the ripped plastic into his back pocket before decidedly taking a bite. He tilted the chocolate treat towards Zeke to see if he wanted any. His Ribena had sadly been finished and he doubted Dobbs would appreciate them opening a can of beer on this hike. He startled to a stop as Dobbs fully halted in his trek to ask Demi if he was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. For a moment, Demi wondered if Dobbs could read minds. Did he know he was thinking about drinking around him? But the old man went off about the chemicals instead. 

Demetri’s posture relaxed once more, especially once the walk continued again. [Color=6666FF]”I'd love a walk-through on the Ham. Never know when you might get a herd of bears.”[/color] He decided not to weigh in on the fact that Dobbs wasn't exactly of devout faith in this tale. He'd figured as much, yet the idea of it still stuck around within Demi. He didn't like it, especially at the mention that no real sign of the murders had happened save for the graves. It was almost as if the Campgrounds wanted to forget somehow. That or to hide it for the next victims.