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12/6/2017 6:22:07 PM
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Cain would look around the camp one more time, as he he was sizing it up.
“Yes, I’ll manage.” He answered. “Tell me where you’ll need me.”
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"You aren't just hired on the spot pal. Besides, I'm not the boss. Then again, I'm pretty sure Plate's around here somewhere..." [b][i]She said, looking around for someone, though it seeming to see him[/i][/b]
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“Plate? That’s an...interesting name.” Cain would comment as he looked around as well, even though he had no idea what he was looking for.
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"Nickname a good few of us have for him. Long story short, someone tried to kill him, threw him out of a building and nearly killed him, and they had to put a shit load of metal plates in his head to hold his skull together."
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“I...how would they fit plates in his head?” Cain asked, confused. “Were they small plates? Like...appetizer dishes?”
