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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/>"Nah, I don't have much of that anymore. People just tend to annoy me and don't like the snark'n'sass I throw at 'em." Lazily, he took another hit and glanced down at the backpack that leaned against his leg. He really did need to find a decent place to offer all that stuff up, but he didn't think Cernunnos would really care if it wasn't immediate. As long as it got done, that was really all that mattered. Looking back up as Rhys spoke, he couldn't help but snort. "Yeah, I get'cha. I like it after a shit day where I can just sit and watch a movie. Once it wears off, I'm usually feeling better."<br/><br/>While Clayton wasn't a huge fan of classic weed, the stuff still worked, especially if it<i>did</i>boast the high THC levels that Rhys boasted. He still needed to see about getting his own strains tested, but he didn't want to touch on that until he was satisfied with what he'd done. While Cotton Candy and Orange Crème were both 'ready', there were still a few things he wanted to tweak. "I thinking Boomstick is going to be a higher percent THC, but I don't know how high, just yet. I'll eventually get them all tested." A slow grin started forming on his face as the joint he'd traded was scrutinized. Then the slow grin quickly broadened. "It's some good shit, innit? I haven't made any edibles, yet, but I'm thinking you're right. Or maybe some sort of orange flavored cupcake."<br/><br/>As he sat back, he laughed and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. "I guess it depends on how fast you're wanting the strain. I'm wicked good with plants." He trailed off at the sound of something clumsily tromping through the woods, stirring up all sorts of leaves. Meaning when he answered, he was slightly distracted sounding. "Celtic. I'm not getting it cleansed because it's horse shit. He doesn't care about that. He just wants to eat, drink wine, and have a good time."<br/><br/>Breaking through the undergrowth was an<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn.discordapp.com%2Fattachments%2F878904166888644642%2F995487258373259365%2Fa198fa4b733d244256c2552b508653c1cc34f776.png&amp;hash=5c297b8f67b81b1363588fe70481c0ca" href="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/878904166888644642/995487258373259365/a198fa4b733d244256c2552b508653c1cc34f776.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">antlered hound</a>made of vines, branches, and leaves. While the skull-like head might be unsettling, the viney tongue that lolled out of the beast's mouth lent a certain air of stupidity to the creature. Leaf covered tail thumped against the ground as the creature looked up adoringly at Clayton. "And this shit," the hound clacked tusklike teeth together, "<i>excuse me</i>,<u>fungus</u>for brains is Fox. He's a harmless dumbass."