FOR GOOD - visitors

[EVAN]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1; text-align: justify;"]Flintlock had moved, which was odd. As he stood, waiting for anyone to show up at the ski village, Evan could appreciate the move. It made sense, and also - it meant his current jacket was the right temperature for this place.

Hopefully these guys knew how to dress lightly, because Camp Apocalypse wasn't that cold. Not that warm, either, but certainly warmer than this. "Hello? Camp Apocalypse visitors, we're hoping to speak to a leader?" Speaking for possibly the dumbest idea in existence: a summer Olympics.

[member=8933]NIXON R.[/member] [member=33]paddy[/member]
mama, we all go to hell — tags

[Jonathan Crow]

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[glow=grey,2,300]JONATHAN CROW -- TAGS[/glow]
In the flurries of sparkling snow that glittered in sunlight that kissed the shining earth, a figure stood, dark in his grey ski jacket and black pants, leather boots pressed into the crust of ice beneath his feet. Jonathan had placed himself behind the stranger, having just returned from scouting out the mines, a potential location for his lab, and the only thing to announce his presence were the sound of his steps through the frost. For a moment, Jonathan simply stared, his gaze cold and glacial, sharp as a dagger and fiercely intent. Dark eyes focused upon Evan with a cruelty shining within. His hand hung loosely from his sides, but his fists opened and closed with a tightness, his back straight and rigid, his features dark and stoic, wrapped in a dangerous scowl. Prey. The Scarecrow stirred within, whispering, waiting just beneath the skin, hungering for fear. But Jonathan wasn't ready yet, he didn't have his suit, he didn't have his lab. It wasn't time yet. So, in a dark voice, smooth, yet lacking any sort of warmth, he spoke, "Lupin should be with you shortly." Jonathan pointed out before falling silent, his gaze piercing, still so very intent as it roamed across the figure of the stranger in front of him. They were the eyes of a predator.

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