<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/09/davis.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Barthaholmew Alvin Creed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15290256#msg15290256)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Jean and shirt<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Antigone, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Antigone female warrior greek. So you have magnetic powers. We can take you inside, see the higher up.  This is the place you seek, perhaps you will find the solace that you seek?  You are very pretty!  Come we will find you a place to lay your head at least.  Find your way to be among others that are like you.  You hungry, kitchen were food is..  Follow."  He was more blunt than he could help it.  He needed to smoke he knew how he could get if he didn't have something to calm him down.  He wasn't that charming when he was like this, upfront and plain.  What came up, came out and he wasn't sure he liked this frame of mind but it was him when he didn't have anything to calm him.<br/><br/>He would protect his new family much better than his old one...with his life.  "You hungry...I can make food for you?"  He said as stood there alone with her in the kitchen.