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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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Zeke arrived at the scene, a little too late but good nonetheless. Demi wiped a tear away from his eyes, sniffling slightly as he felt the energy rush out of him as the adrenaline was finally beginning to wane. It had taken him a moment to process the question that Zeke had asked him. [Color=6666FF]”Oh, uh, it was at the midway point. Around two and a half minutes. No Rapid Racoons, just a very dozed and confused one.”[/color] He felt his shoulders loose some tension, exhaling as he closed his eyes to try and relax a bit. Until he heard a grating voice enter the chat.

[Color=6666FF]”Speak of the devil Nancy, and he shall appear. She had a seizure asshole, but if you want to feel the protest of gravity I can knock you off your ass if you'd like. Free of charge.”[/color] Demi stood himself up, the dirt grinding beneath him as he took a square stance ready to knock Aster down and give him a shiner he wouldn't forget. Dobbs arrived as well, and Demi watched the old man approach. [Color=6666FF]”Sorry man, Nancy had a seizure and well…issue with only one person being around is I couldn't radio for help on the HAM and watch her. Maybe we add some Walkies to the list of items we need. Help communicate in case of emergency.”[/color]