<div class="floatleft">(https://www.squishable.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/4/mini_squish_baphomet_7.jpg) (https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/ricky-aimee-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Devina Belladonna Boulay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147811#msg16147811)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Black sun hat, Black Batman shirt that cuts off mid drift, black long sleeve net shirt underneath Batman shirt that covers everything, black jeans with holes in them, black boots that are a bit to high heeled for hiking but she’s roughing it anyway, a black hoodie tied around her waist just in case, small backpack purse</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Down River</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em> Sean|Elle,  Angel, Billie, Devina,  John-James, Robin, </em><br/><hr/><br/>To say Devina was a little worried about her chances of drowning in the dark water of the river. Just a little…at least that was what she told herself as Sean spoke up and told her knowing nothing about kayaking made it much easier. She had no idea how that was even possible. Baphomet was about to speak up yet again, but Devina wrapped her arms around the bulbous stuffed animal and squeezed him tight. “Sorry,” she huffed and walked over to where the kayaks were seated.<br/><br/>“This can only end in disaster.” She told herself, “Don’t worry you have been graced by my gifts; you will be just fine.” Baphomet whispered, “Just don’t drop me.” He warned almost playfully before falling silent. His words were barely a whisper but somehow they helped. Well, sort off, “not like my gifts keep me from drowning.” She huffed again and nuzzled the top of Baphomet’s head in an effort to calm her nerves. Grabbing a paddle, she closed the distance between her and the kayaks.<br/><br/>Devina watched as the others selected their kayaks and realized then that there was no avoiding what would come next. So with a deep breath, she walked over to the water's edge and plopped Baphomet onto the plastic deathtrap before carefully trying to get into it. She wobbled on her feet causing the kayak to sway, which only served to cause her to panic. “Fuuucc,” she barely spoke the word as she struggled to sit without tipping her little boat of dread. Finally, after splashing up some water and managing to wet her entire seat she managed to sit down. Sheepishly she looked around hoping that her struggle was not as obvious as it felt. She half smirked and forced a laugh as she glanced at the people around her. Thankfully it seemed her ability to sink into the background still proved to be her strongest asset. Looking down she spied the rather annoyed look on her small friend's features and flashed him an apologetic look as he fluffed his now damp fur.<br/><br/>At the mention of cheesecake Devina perked up, something sweet sounded wonderful. But the fact that it was a race to the finish made her pout ever so slightly. She doubted that there was any way she could win, especially when she barely knew what she was doing. Even if that was apparently a good thing.