[h1][b][i][color=SeaGreen][center] Billie Atwood [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Paradiso Gym
Skills: N/A[/center]
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Billie rolled her eyes at another one of June’s classic corrections which missed the point. What did Sam even see into this girl? [color=SeaGreen]”You never get it, do you?”[/color] She muttered with a roll of the eyes. Fortunately, it seemed June didn’t need encouragement or bribery to join the expedition. Talking to a brick wall did more good than June half the time. Billie turned to Jeb with a smile at the mention of hunting for deer and boar. [color=SeaGreen]”If we land ourselves a boar, mmmmh,”[/color] she said, staring down at the rifle. Boars would contain plenty of fat perfect for frying foods. More fat, more calories. Fried pig skin crisps. [color=SeaGreen]”If we do see boar, we need to be a bit more coordinated.”[/color] 

She turned her head towards the newcomer to the expedition and waved. Sienna, if Billie remembered correctly. Billie holstered her pistol for quick and easy access and tightened her backpack around herself. [color=SeaGreen]”Hey, June,”[/color] she placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder. Well friend of a missing friend. [color=SeaGreen]“Stay close with me, alright? I don’t want you to get lost out there.”[/color] 

[h1][b][i][color=lightskyblue][center] Diane Beaufort[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Beachside Cabin
Skills: N/A[/center]
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He could still be out there. She wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to see her husband again, but he would be there for AJ when she couldn’t be. [color=lightskyblue]”If you do, his name is Paul Beaufort. I might have told you before, but just to be safe.”[/color] Diane shook her head at Kaitlyn’s offer. [color=lightskyblue]”You…you don’t want me out there. I don’t think I could handle a gun, let alone a stick. I’d be a nervous wreck. Besides, we need someone out here to watch the kids and make sure you all come back to a clean home.”[/color] Pitiful. What could she even do? She hated fishing. Cooking and preparing the fish was fine, but the killing? She couldn’t stomach that part. Diane always forced someone else to kill the fish.