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</div><span style="font-size: 26px"><b>Clayton Barker</b></span><br/><b>Chosen By:</b>Cernunnos (Celtic)<br/><b>Location:</b>Village, dorm shared kitchen then forest<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Noon, Dec 21st<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Dark blue t-shirt with 'YEEE BOI!' on the front in bright pink text, faded blue jeans with the left knee torn, black steel toe shoes appropriate for hiking, grey jacket with 'ARMY' on the front; unzipped.<br/><b>Tagging:</b>No one<br/><b>TRIGGER WARNINGS:</b>N/A<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Once Clayton was satisfied that the contents of the backpack wouldn't shift, he carefully slung it over his shoulder and quietly headed out of the kitchen. He still wasn't sure what to do about the New Year party. Hanging around in his apartment and cringing at the fireworks really didn't sound fun. It didn't help that his noise canceling headphones had fucking<i>died</i>earlier in the week. While he'd gotten a new set ordered, they were delayed thanks to the holidays. So, it was a toss up on if they would arrive in time. Best to have a back up plan in case they didn't arrive in time. Maybe heading off the island for a day or two, get a hotel room and hang out in a bar.<br/><br/>After he stepped out of the dorm building, he briefly checked the time on his watch as he walked. He still had some time, and with it being noon, he suspected everyone would be off getting their stuff 'cleansed'. Except maybe anyone late and the rebels like him. The idea caused him to snort while he stepped around the corner of a building. So far, so good. He wasn't seeing anyone.<br/><br/>Soon, Clayton reached the forest and started poking around for a suitable spot to leave his offerings. Did he want to leave them under a tree or did he want to put them on a rock? Decisions, decisions.