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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 lightly as Marco nuzzled into Em. He wondered if the food he could cook was really just barbecue or something on the grill. It seemed to be the only thing heteros could make. He couldn't figure out if Marco's comment about the Hot Dogs was a slight or genuine, something that he would need to bring up to Marco later once Dobbs had finally abandoned them. Beyond that, he remained silent for the walk. Looking back towards where Aster and Zeke were entering a cabin alone. 

He thought nothing of it at first, but the more they walked the more his mind wandered and made up scenarios about what those two might get up to alone. Luckily Dobbs was a welcome distraction. Teaching them all about the radio that could save their life should Nancy seize or Bears arrive. There was a small spiral ringed notebook nearby, black cardboard cover with splashes of green, yellow, and blue thrown across it. It seemed small enough to fit within a pocket. So he grabbed a pen and flipped it to the nearest blank page and began to jot down notes on everything Dobbs had said. Whenever someone asked clarifying questions, he'd write down both question and answer.

When all was said and done, Demi scribbled down something on a blank page of the notebook before tearing it off and handing it to Dobbs with a bit of cash. [Color=6666FF]”Mind snaggin' me these items tonight? I'll pay for them and if there's anythin’ left you can get yourself somethin’ for the road.”[/color] He then placed the book in his back pocket and the pen behind his ear. He gave a bit of a stretch, standing up before stepping out of the small room. [Color=6666FF]”I'm headin’ back to Main, see if Marco wants any help setting up or anything.”[/color]

It didn't take long to make it back, pushing open the doors they'd seen earlier when Dobbs let Marco in, Demetri began to call out to him. [Color=6666FF]”Hey Marco –”[/color] His voice stopped as while he was walking in he saw Zeke, hand up gripping the doorframe, with what sounded like Aster inside. His shoes squeaked as he halted his steps quickly, eyes fixated on the image before him in shock. A loud scoff resonating across the otherwise empty room. The sounds of his boots stomping across the floor echoed as he beelined it towards the pair. [Color=6666FF]”What the FUCK is goin’ on here?! Just because you view me as an arcade doesn't mean you have the right to try and snag my guy. I've half a mind to bury you where you stand, you walking [i]dis[/i]Aster.”[/color]