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<span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family:Quicksand">tags; the group, andriette</span></span><br/>
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There were some parts of life that you never forgot if you lived through them. War, poverty, jail. Jamison had been through two of the mentioned, and traits from those times never seemed to disappear. His eyes were forever watching every little thing that happened, taking it in and securing it in his memory. People's mannerisms and speech patterns, the way they held themselves. This was vital information in reading your opponent, and especially in this day and age you never were too sure who that was going to be. There were some that posed as a possible enemy, however there were others that were quite obviously no threat to him whatsoever. First and foremost, Tatum. Confidence in a female was always sexy, and she wore it with a mysterious and almost child-like aura. As she skipped and danced from wherever she had been before, he raised a brow of amusement and offered a small chuckle under his breath when she arrived at the gathering. It had been a while since he'd heard actual music that didn't come from his guitar. It was nice to know that others were missing it too. <br/>
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His gaze lifted to Montana as he spoke about another female that would give him a run for his money in the zombie smashing competition. Andriette. Another one that posed no threat. It didn't take a genius to see the militant background she held in her shoulders. Even still, Jamison couldn't find it in himself to be any kind of intimidated. Typically girls that wore a stoic expression and a hardass atittude were the most fun. Not for everyone, just Jamison. Sometimes it was hard to resist a challenge. Whether it be for her, or zombie kills. He just hoped she was as good with the bat as she was at working those jeans. Yes, of course he had checked the women out, he's a man. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"Can't wait to see how that bat holds up,"</span> he nodded respectfully, a small smirk playing on his lips as they wait for instruction from Montana.</span><br/>
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