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</div><b><span style="font-size: 26px">Clayton Barker</span><br/>
Chosen By:</b>Cernunnos (Celtic)<br/><b>Location:</b>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><a class="username" data-user-id="9509" data-username="ravynraver" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9509/">ravynraver</a><br/><b>TRIGGER WARNINGS:</b>N/A<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Taking the offered joint, Clayton curiously scrutinized it, wondering which strain it was. Unfortunately, his abilities didn't extend to dead plants. "Yeah, I breed some insects for…Reasons." He made it sound all mysterious as he leaned over to dig out his own<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.discordapp.net%2Fattachments%2F895457772299223060%2F995436691819085884%2Funknown.png&amp;hash=40321c1edb01ed671c345188eea55d77" href="https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/895457772299223060/995436691819085884/unknown.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">zippo</a>. He thought the rifle design on the side was a little tacky, but it'd been a gift to him from his dad before the man passed away. So, he kept and used it because of the sentimental value it had. "Specifically for my plants. Also, Fox. He kinda has to eat them every so often…Speaking of him, I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up at some point. But I guess the same could be said for you. 'Sunshine' is an odd nickname."<br/><br/>Probably not as weird as 'Buggy', though. In either case, Rhys seemed decent enough. "OG strain, huh? I think I need to clarify, by 'personal strain' I mean I crossbred it myself. You're not going to find it anywhere." Largely, because he hadn't started selling it, yet. Website was still in the works, but he had a few friends interested in what he already had going. Lighting the joint, he took a hit and made a quiet noise as he thought things over. "Two and a half. Cotton Candy Surprise. Tastes like cotton candy, but it couch locks like a sonovabitch and it kinda sneaks up on you, hence the 'surprise'. That was my first one. Orange Crème Twist was my next one. Has a nice orangey taste, doesn't couch lock, pretty good for pain and anxiety. I'm working on something I'm tentatively calling Mint Boomstick for the folks I know that like Newports'n'shit."<br/><br/>When Clayton said 'tastes like', he was being literal. While weed helped with his various issues, he hadn't been a fan of…Well, smoking. A friend had lent him a vape which had been a hell of a lot nicer, but who the<i>fuck</i>could afford that on the regular, especially the shit with THC in it? In short, his plants had been born out of all the angry spite that stemmed from someone who couldn't find affordable medication for his health problems. "So. Whatcha think?"