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Magdaline Had no where to be and wasn't in the mood to go anywhere. Her classes wouldn't begin till tomorrow evening, and she had all the free time in the world. Finally, having all the supplies she needed to finish her masterpiece on the side of her wall, she got up and put her hair in a bun and started pushing her things around, she had been working on her accent wall for some time now and decided on her scheme and design from browsing Pinterest for hours.

Besides finishing her room, she couldn't get meeting her roommate out of her head. Having trouble as it is with first impressions and introductions, she was loathing the fact she had to come out her comfort zone, to actually speak and not sound boring. She hoped that her roommate wouldn't be rude, nothing like living in a dorm with someone you hate. Anyway, she was gonna observe this roommate and see what kind of person they really are, maybe they could be good friends? She needed one after secluding herself from other people.

Niall paced around his room, it was near enough to the full moon that he could already begin to feel the pull of the moon on his body. It was an odd sort of feeling to try and describe to a human or really anyone who wasn't a Lycan, a push from the inside and a restlessness. It always began as a soft vibration, a sort of warm feeling like when you get into a hot shower after being out in the cold. He wanted to shift badly to ease the pull but there was no time, especially when his roommate was do to arrive any moment.

His need to shift was only pushed back by the need to meet the girl who was to be his match this school year. Last year had been a complete bust. The girl who he has been his match the year before he had not even bothered showing his secondary form to. She would have run screaming at the first sign of him. Another closed minded human. She had called him a beast only two months in. Niall chuckled mentally, 'If only she knew.' he recalled thinking when she had said that. He had seriously considered scaring her but that was frowned upon by his pack. There was no need to frighten humans, especially when pack numbers were as low and national population was as low as it was. His pack had lost nearly twenty members or so since his birth alone. Some to the few hunters that were left among the humans and others to fights and old age.

His father was one of the last elders of his generation and since he had decided that it was time for new blood and a new alpha to take his place the press was on for Niall to find a mate. Lycans always breed true, the genes that produce the ability to shift and heal at advanced rates are always dominate over the human half of a mix species couple. Human women didn't always fair as well as lycan women with the pregnancy and birth of the pups but it was really all in the management. Practices and lycan doctors had come a long way in the last several decades. The issue that was most common was broken ribs, the pups were strong enough even in the womb to break ribs if they kicked to hard. That was why Niall or another wolf would always be with the human female, because they could control the form the pups took and soothe them enough to keep them relatively still.

With his mind brought back to the present Niall let just a little of his wolf out to ease the pull. His warm eyes shifting to a deadly yellow set, the stubble on his face growing a little thicker, and his canines lengthened slightly. Not a dead give away but enough to give someone an uneasy feeling if they got within his personal space.

Amanda knew she was running late for everything. She really shouldn't have had those cupcakes before driving over to the school....or those slices of cake. Some students looked at her weirdly as she dragged her bags towards the Cresent Dorm Building. It wasn't her fault that she had a lot of stuff and was short. Some guys offered to help but she nicely declined, mainly because no boys were allowed in the female dorms. Also the fact that she didn't know or trust them helped as well.  "Alrighty....where do I go..." She mumbled to herself as she looked at the room numbers. She finally arrived at her room after what felt like 10 minutes. She took a deep breathe and knocked. 

Now she had a few things to do today, first she had to go and chat with her guidance counselor about switching a class with another, some point this week she had to meet up with her Match (man they were fast at finding her one), and she had to make a bracelet before she forgot the design idea in her head or started not wanting to do it. Hopefully her roommate and her could be friends as well, that would be great! But she was getting ahead of herself.

Max Patel

Comet Dorm

Max was packing all of his stuff today, somewhat reluctantly. He had promised Becca that today would be the day that they moved in together. She had been bothering him about it for almost a year already since they have been matched and he finally caved in. He knew it wouldn't be that bad, living with a girl and Rebecca was nice and would probably take really good care of him, but packing all over again was annoying. And then, he would have to unpack all of his stuff too once he got there. That was a lot of work, but he knew he had to get it done.

So far, his clothes had been packed as well as his laptop, and he was debating whether or not to take some of the knickknacks he had bought through the course of the school year online. He had bought some really random stuff and is unsure of what to do with them. Eventually he decided to take all of them with him, except one.

"Thanks for helping me out, Liam," he said. "We've just started to get along and I already have to leave. How cruel, huh?" He plopped onto his bed one last time and took a deep breath. "I hope you get a cool roommate and heck, I'll still see you in class. So there's no need to get sentimental."

His soon to be ex-roommate was also Max's only good friend in the entire school. His mouth usually put him a lot of trouble; trouble that Liam often worked hard in getting him out of. He slowly got up and placed a medium-sized box on Liam's desk. "I remember you really liked this when I bought it and well I have no need for it, so you can have it,"he said, nonchalantly.

He looked around the dorm and saw it was half-empty where his stuff used to be. Everything was all packed up in his suitcase that was already in his new dorm or in the few miscellaneous boxes he had left to carry. He picked up the three, small boxes by himself and made his way to the door. He gave Liam a simple nod. 'See you later."

He began to head towards his new home. The boxes were fairly light so it wasn't too bad on his arm or back. His hands were a bit full though and as he stood in front of the door of his new dorm, he knocked on it with his shoulder. "Becca! I'm here with some boxes! Can you get the door for me?" he called out loudly, not really taking into consideration that he might be bothering their new neighbor.

@DisguisedDemon @KuroNeko

Finally painting one half of the wall, she decided to take a break. After about 10 minutes of resting and snacking she heard knocking outside her door, she was nervous and dreading having to open the door and see her roommate. Not that she wasn't happy to meet someone new but, that maybe the person wouldn't like her, that whoever was outside the door would talk to her an immediately dislike her. And the rest of her short years at this College would be miserable! But, she shook the idea of all the possible wrongs that could happen, and mustard some courage while opening the door.

She looked at the girl, she was shorter than her. But, from the looks of all that luggage she was carrying, she must be strong. She decided to help with her things, walking outside and grabbing anything to help move her in. She couldn't say anything, she was too nervous, over-thinking the situation like always. She didn't want her think she was weird but, that ship has probably already sailed.She wanted to greet her and make her feel comfortable but she just kept walking with her things, placing them near her bed.

Rebecca Callaghan

Eclipse Dorms

Today was a big day for Rebecca and she'd been up pretty much from the crack of dawn. Her morning had been taken up with the move, though most of the time had been spent on her books. She didn't own much in the way of clothes and personal belongings, a few outfits and family photos. The majority of her space was taken up by books and transporting them all from her old dorm room to the new one was quite a chore. The Eclipse dorm room was surprisingly big, more of a suite, and she easily found a place for all of her things. Once she had set up all of her things, she took a quick tour of the dorm room before checking her watch. She figured that Max would be showing up soon, and she decided to kick off their co-habitation on a positive note by preparing something nice to eat.

After a quick trip to pick up some groceries for their kitchen, she strapped on her apron and fished out a couple of choice cook books from her collection. She decided on something simple and began working on a nice pork fillet stir fry. Before long the delicious smell of cooking food filled the room. She was almost done cooking when she heard the thudding knock from the door and Max's voice. She wiped her hands on her apron and hurried to the door, opening it for him and stepping to the side to let him in with his boxes. "Hi Max." she said a little awkwardly, not entirely sure on how she should greet him. "Umm... I'm just finishing up something to eat if you're hungry. Oh!" She suddenly remembered the boxes in his arms. "If you want to put those down in the bedroom, it's through there." She directed him the right way. "Do you need a hand?"

@karamonnom

Amanda smiled up at Magdaline. "Hiya, I'm Amanda, what's your name, Roomie?" She was relieved that she wanted to help her with her bags. She tried to jog her stuff to the empty bed but it ended up looking like a speed waddle. "Thanks for the help." She rubbed the back of her neck and gently took the remaining bags from Magdaline. "Wow, I thought the room would be a bit smaller-Wow!" She saw the wall that her roommate was painting and took a few steps closer to it.  "I see you're savvy with a paintbrush." She turned to smile at her. "I'm a better at writing than the visual arts." Was she coming on too strong? She hoped not. Maybe she was just quiet? That could be it...

The shorter girl gazed up at the wall with a goofy grin on her face before going back to her stuff. "Don't let me interrupt your flow. I'll just be over here unpacking if you need me." She grabbed a bag and. Opened it up, putting clothing away in their rightful places in the dresser near her bed. "By the way, would you like some fairy lights for your side of the room? 'Cause I got extra and it helps if one of us wants to stay up and the other wants to go to sleep." She help up the extra strand of lights. "I got a white strand and and black one, both go with my theme, so it's up to you."

Blake was making his way back to his dorm. He had just been at the library, picking up some interesting books that Isabella had recommended to him. Blake supposed that Isabella could be considered a friend. They shared a common interest, but that's usually all they'd talk about. Which was fine with Blake, he wasn't really looking for friends especially since friends usually brought drama and trouble.

Content with the large stack of books in his hands, Blake finally made it to his dorm. His roommate, Niall, was a decent person most of the time. However, at times he could be pushy, and restless. In those times, Blake usually kept to himself. By "keeping to himself", Blake just sat on his bed with his nose in a book or typing away at his laptop. Recently, though, Blake began to realize that these bouts of irrational, irritable behavior had a pattern. It was almost once a month. Though, it might be a result of the natural hormonal cycle that all humans (who have been through puberty) have.

Carefully shifting his stack of books to one hand, Blake opened the door to his room and greeted Niall.

Niall heard Blake's footsteps long before he opened the door. Everyone had a certain sound to their steps and Niall could tell nearly everyone he had regular contact with apart if he bothered to pay enough attention to differentiate. He had to be careful not to move too quickly or shift when Blake was around. He had done rather well thus far. They had been roommates a while now and he didn't think he had given himself away. He might eventually tell Blake exactly what he was. He seemed more curious than anything about Niall.

When Blake did open the door Niall didn't smile, that would have shown a set of canines that shouldn't be in a human mouth. He did give Blake a closed mouth grin of sorts and speak "Hey, I see you've been to the library again." He commented while going to sit on his bed.

After helping with her bags, she closed the door behind her and dragged the rest of her things over near her bed. She watched as she talked and examine her side of the room before speaking "Thank you~ I'm still not finish with it, but I appreciate your compliment of what is done. You can call me Mags or Magdaline. And I'm a bit an at major working with literature and Graphic design mainly, what kind of genre are you into? I usually do short stories" Magdaline wanted to make her feel comfortable and seeing that she is a bit of a chatty cathy it shouldn't be awkward. She went back to the paint and put her gloves on to finish painting the other half of her accent, While painting she awaited her answer.

She felt old even though their age difference isn't far apart, she was a third year and she was a freshy, nothing wrong with it though it just made her realize how time was going by. She sometimes forgets how fast time can go and seeing Amanda made her feel like she needed more excitement in her life, to feel more human. Magdaline had forgot about the light she offered and turned around " Oh~! I'm sorry for ignoring you, but I;d like the black lights if you don't mind?"

Max Patel

Eclipse Dorms

Max was greeted at the door by Rebecca who seemed rather nervous. He didn't understand why though. It was her idea for them to live together. She had wanted this since he could remember. He shook his head and carried the boxes by himself to the bedroom. After he was done with the task at hand, he could smell the delicious, warm smell of the lunch Becca was preparing for the two of them. He then realized that he had skipped breakfast in the rush of waking up late and last minute packing, so he was starving. He walked back to the kitchen where Becca was finishing up cooking. He breathed in the wonderful aroma and gave Becca a rare, but pleasant smile. "Wow, I almost forgot that you were such a great cook," he said, admiringly, and walked up behind her. With his head over her shoulder, he checked to see what she was making. "Pork fillet... I can't wait to try it." His voice was a bit softer and gentler as he spoke into her ears.

He leaned back out of Rebecca's way, not wanting to disturb her while she was cooking and took a seat at the dining table. His stomach began to grumble yet he tried his best to be patient. Every so often he would glance over at Becca. Maybe it was because his blood sugar levels were low, but she looked...cuter than usual. She was always nice-looking but he always saw her as just Becca, a girl that he was matched up with at this stupid academy. While she wasn't someone he couldn't bare, he never really considered her his type. But now-

He forced himself to stop his train of thoughts."Becca is just Becca," he told himself silently. If he thought otherwise, he might start to develop feelings for her or get all weird and shy. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if he did. They were matched. It was what was expected of them. Should he start giving this relationship thing a try? What if he starts caring for her but then she breaks his heart? There are just too many risks.

Max's mind went back and forth as if it was the tennis ball in a seemingly never-ending rally. The longer it went on, the more confused he became. He hoped that lunch would be served as soon as possible or else who knows what might happen to him.

@KuroNeko

She listened to what her roommate said, nodding to let her know that she was paying attention to her. "I'm more into chapters and novels." She grinned to herself. So far, things weren't so bad. It seemed like Magdaline was genuine. "If you meant subject matter, I really like writing Sci-fi and fantasy kind of things, with a little romance in there from time to time. " A small awkward silence fell between them and while she knew that the older girl was probably was thinking or focusing on her painting, she still kind of felt like she caused it. It wasn't like her to be this outgoing but when she was nervous, she talked a lot. She set the fairy lights to the side and continued to unpack for a minute or 2.

When Magdaline responded, she jumped a bit at her voice and took a minute to process it. "Sure thing." Amanda walked over and left it at the foot of the other bed. "It's on your bed." Amanda returned to her stuff and continued unpacking. She wondered where her sheets were.  She  finished up her first bag and moved on to the second one. This bag contained some jewelry and accessories that she had brought along like little clip-on bows.  Amanda took this time to really think about everything that had happened over the past year, how she was accepted here, to her parents saying yes to her moving here. It had felt so surreal to her.

@Stargenie44

Rebecca had returned to the stove when Maxwell came up behind her and spoke. The sudden breath on her neck and ear sent a strange tingle up her spine and she felt her face get a bit hot. She adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat, shaking off his praise. "Oh I'm not really that great a cook. I really just follow the directions in the book." She gestured at the open cookbook laying on the bench, and then thinking she might be sounding ungrateful of his kind words, she quickly followed up with, "Oh, but thank you for saying so."

Rebecca switched off the stove and dished the pork stir fry into two small plates before walking over and placing them on the table, along with forks. She then took off her apron before sitting down across from Max. "If...if you don't mind, I could cook like this for you every day. For us, I mean." It still seemed a little unreal to her, that she'd be living with this boy from now on. They'd been matched for a while, but it had always seemed to be a superficial thing. Now it felt suddenly serious.

Rebecca didn't think of herself as particularly pretty or outgoing, like those glamorous girls who always seemed to be the center of attention. She considered herself bookish and plain, with her small body, glasses, and mousy brown hair done up in long twin braids. She felt average in just about every way. And now here she was, eating a meal with her Match, the kind of handsome boy she'd usually only talk to in books. The thought left her feeling shy, nervous, giddy, and embarrassed all at once. With a start she realised that she was staring at him and she quickly looked down at her food, fumbling with her fork as she began eating.

@karamonnom

Magdaline listened to her and nodded after taking the lights " We have something in common, though I love Non-Fiction and Fiction plus, I do short stories on the side. If you need any help around here I can help you, first days aren't that bad but a little help could go long ways" She smiled at her and went back to finishing her wall, adding the other coat of paint. She didn't have much to say, and she was particularly not in a good mood, she didn't want that to ruin anything though, so she sucked it up and tried her best to make her feel at home. Maybe she was feeling sick of being at this college without any social life, she was amazed at how she managed to go 3 years without a close friend.

She looked back at Amanda and thought she should get to know her more. " So, have you decided what you'd be majoring? Have you taken a look around the campus maybe?" She wanted to keep the silence short, keeping the conversation going was hard when you hardly know the person, but she was trying. " If you haven't had a chance to see the campus I'd be glad to show you around some, I'd just have to change really quickly. And sorry if I seem kind of bland, I just really hate these parts when meeting people, I swear I'm tons of fun" She sighed and shrugged to herself a bit.

@ThatWeirdChick

Kali focused on the target in front of her. Breathe in, breathe out. Relax. Sweat ran down her back, her tanktop clung to her body. Then, in a flash, Kali's right leg lashed out at the punching bag in front of her. The bag reeled to the left before swinging back at her. Double punch, pause for the bag to come back. Left front kick, pause. Crescent kick, pause. Then in a final effort, Kali round kicked the bag sending it flying nearly to the ceiling. Panting, Kali dropped her form and then caught the bag as it came flying towards her. Kali grabbed a water bottle and sat down on a nearby bench.

She took a long drink from the water bottle and stared at the punching bag. A sigh escaped her lips. Punching bags were too predictable, you knew when they would reach you. Such a disappointment. Kali preferred to spar with others. It gave her an adrenaline rush like no other. The fast pace, the perceiving of your opponent's moves, the blows you land, and even the blows your opponent lands all made it thrilling. Unfortunately, Kali didn't know of anyone who shared her hobby. Therefore she could only practice techniques and mental exercises. Kali wiped the sweat that was rolling down her forehead.

Buzz, buzz. Kali jumped a little when her phone vibrated. Quickly, she wiped her hands on a towel and picked up her phone. Once she had unlocked it a notification popped up.

You have an unread message from Dean

Kali pursed her lips. Dean was her match. He was a cool guy, but had trouble staying committed. So after a rude awakening to that, they both decided that it was best to have a more open relationship. Dean was a great friend, in fact he was one of Kali's best friends. They went to parties and hung out quite a bit. Every once in awhile they'd do something romantic, go on a date or something similar. She was fine with Dean flirting, hitting on, or even going on dates with other people. Or at least she tried to. It was a bit difficult for her to let him do what he wanted, but it was for the best, so she decided that she would endure.

Kali clicked on the notification, which lead her to his new message.

The young woman lay on the large bed in the center of the room, her clock blinking on the bedside table though she lay in the white nightgown with her arms above her head while she slowly blinked the sleep from her eyes. A cat purred against her side, still deep in sleep though the other was not in the bedroom as they normally were in the morning, waking her with their hungry meows. It was different, but it happened every so often as on the nights when she didn't sleep well she tended to roll over onto them or kick them off the bed - Virgil just didn't come back when he was thrown. Eliza almost always came back to cuddle her, since she was the more empathic of the two cats she kept here in her dormitory. Soft grey eyes watched the ceiling as the girl slowly remembered where she was, realizing that it was the room she lived in alone again and not the dream that which she had been stuck inside of her the endless hours of her deep and restless slumber. She felt as if she hadn't slept at all, but would get up nonetheless to prepare herself for the day ahead of her.

Rolling out of bed the young woman stood and stretched, the hem of the white night gown brushing the tops of her thighs before she dropped her arms and wandered over to the bathroom where she showered and wrapped the towel around her torso to walk back out to the bedroom where her dress was hanging by her vanity. It was rather early in the morning - only seven o'clock - when she had gotten out of the shower and moved to dress; classes starting at nine am for her first year college experience. She had only been here for a year, having moved into the country and transferring in her final year of high school; she remembered meeting Blake in a quiet area behind the school, reading a book where she had gone to practice her viola for an hour or so. He was her only friend her really, since she barely interacted with anyone else - the other girls tended to avoid her because of the way she dressed as well.

It was an hour before the young woman was dressed and ready for school, having eaten and packed all of her things before tying the laces of her boots beneath the skirt of her dress with her satchel over her shoulder and viola case in hand. Ready for her classes as always, her meeting with Blake and their silent conversations as the two would spend their time reading or doing homework without really speaking to one another. What she hadn't expected of course, was for Virgil to go flying out of the room as soon as she opened the door to her room and run down the hallway. The door to the stairway was closed and the elevator was off this morning, so he wouldn't get far; she sighed, going to walk down the hall to get him after setting down her things in her room when the door to the stairwell and one of the younger girls walked through.

Virgil slipped through the open door.

Isabella took off running, following after the cat even though she was wearing her usual Gothic Victorian attire and a pair of boots that were never meant for running.


@Mivuli

Liam Hanway

Comet Dorm

Liam couldn't believe his luck, or possibly lack of. He was either about to get his own dorm for a while or have to learn to live with someone new. Max and his match, Rebecca, had decided it was time to move in together. Or really- from how Max explained it- she had finally convinced -or forced- him to move in with her. He couldn't blame his roommate, she seemed like a sweet girl and he wasn't likely to get out of it so he may try to make the most of everything. "Doesn't mean I won't miss having you here. I'd gotten used to it."

He raises his eyebrows at the box and glances in before his eyes widen. "Are you sure?" he asks, not believing that Max was willing to leave it with him and not take it with. Perhaps Liam was just more interested then Max had been. It was probably easy to read on his face. "Thanks, Max. I'll see you around, good luck with living with Rebecca." He watches him leave before falling on to his bed. He was a bit uninterested in being social, but he had just lost one of his best friends and he probably needed to find at least one person to hang out with occasionally in real life.

He grabs his phone to check all of his social networking things, including the site he usually rps on before heading out the door. He's just got to meet someone in his dorm, there must be a nice guy to be friends with. He wouldn't even try hitting on him... at first. He feels a little awkward flirting with people that he isn't sure are actually in to other guys. Everyone seems to be sliding in to their rooms quickly though, so he just kind of wanders the halls for now.

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Dean Eaton

Comet Dorm

Dean packed his bags up to his room, dropping them on one of the beds and realizing his roommate hadn't made it yet. They had been rooming together for a while, but he wasn't sure if he would be losing his roommate due to matching soon. Not on his part -Kali and him had already figured their deal out- but who knew when Jack would move in with his match. He unpacked most of his stuff and was considering what there was to do before pulling out his phone.

Hey, Kali. I just got in and my roommates not around. What are you up to? Want to go grab some food?

They've worked out a great agreement in Dean's opinion, he didn't want to be tied down and he really liked Kali as a best friend. She was a great girl and sometimes he felt a little bad that she was matched with him, she could have had a much better guy to settle down with. But he reminds himself that these things don't have to be permanent when he starts to think like that. She must be okay with the situation too. It works out amazing for parties or anything that he needs a date for, sometimes including family functions.

The sun was out; its warm bask felt good on William's skin, and he strode out the ironwrought gates of the Comet Dormitory with a bag slung haphazardly over his shoulder, sneakered feet striking the pavement in a quick steady march. William's stride was purposeful, but he would be darned if it wasn't another aimless walk to the library.

He hoisted the strap of his bag to a more comfortable position on his shoulder, hearing his books and stationery jostle for space in their cloth confines. Idly, his mind wandered to the letter he had received only the day before, each segment compartmentalised by the distinct handwriting and diction of his family. His sister's had been full of the precociousness and slight ignorance of a child still young, his mother's reminiscent of a tired but smiling face as soft hands moved across a page to scribe concerns for his well-being and gentle admonishments to eat well; he was looking so thin lately. His father's had lacked no confidence that William would bring back admirable grades for his family to ooh and ahh over. Their imagined pride and joy would have been motivation enough for William to put in a few hours of revision, but the prospect of the probable - substandard scores and a dubious report card - was just another sharpened spur in his side.

He passed by the Crescent Dormitory, but didn't think to spare it more than a glance. It was a blockish building, and William had never set foot inside of it before. Its imposing presence on the grounds, hostel to the female demographic of the school, hardly ever warranted much attention.

But William caught himself doing a double-take just as he was about to pass the gape in the walls, his ears pricking at the sounds of running feet.

He peered around the cemented bricks, only to see a girl in a black dress of lace dashing after a darting cat. He watched, caught between bemusement and amusement, as the girl kept in hot pursuit. The cat - as though lulled by the conspicuous opening - made immediately for the gateway, where William was concealed. Without a second thought, he lowered himself to his knees, his breathing slow and even, as though he were on a hunt.

The cat leapt into the arms of freedom, only to be scooped up at once, and cradled neatly against William's chest, rumbling with chortles. He stood, still chuckling, as he revealed himself from behind the wall. His tousled hair - now more windswept than usual - fell into his eyes, and he tossed the loose strands away from his face. Standing tall and gazing at the girl, William gave an unabashed grin and took a step towards her. "You've got an adventurous fellow, haven't you?" he asked, wondering curiously who this girl was.

@ViolentViolet

Jack Thomas
Gym

Jack looked around the gym as sweat dripped down his face. He was in a foul mood for some reason. He was not angry at Damien but he wasn't exactly happy. He could tell that there was something that Damien was hiding from him and he could not tell what it was and that bothered him. So he decided to take out the anger in his heart by beating on a punching bag. Sure he had one at home but he still preferred the gym since he could be all alone by himself. He had removed his shirt so he would be a bit faster.

After a few more minutes of punching and dodging he suddenly stopped. He pulled his gloves off and quickly sent a text to Damien.
Hey. Meet me at the Gym. I think we need to talk Dami. He said sending it over the text wire.

He then went back to work beating on the punching bag as he waited for his match to show up. He was gonna wait to go back to his dorm. He wanted to talk to Damien first.
@ViolentViolet

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Caleb Nash
Comet Dorm

Caleb woke up as if he had been dead for days. He had a long night as Mr. Nash last night and had been working rather hard these last few days. He had been hunting a ghost in a nearby town that had gotten quite violent over his burial ground being despoiled by local farmers. It had killed two people was attempting to possess a local boy when Cal had finally killed the creature with a well placed shot. He then used his powers to trap the thing back in its grave where it could not hurt anyone again.

That had taken a lot out of him so he had slept almost the entire day. When he woke up, he looked around the dorm and grabbed his book. He had a lot of work to do and that required magic and a lot of it. He had a bad feeling that something wicked was coming this way. He had a very bad feeling and that was never good.