[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/14278/posts/ooc?page=1#post-343095]Pat Hogan[/url].
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"Call me Pat, Pat Hogan." He said with a grin hidden beneath the muzzle. At last it seemed as though he was going to be making new friends! This development was pleasing to the boy and with new-found energy he trudged on, the dining hall perhaps only twenty steps away. To their right was the dreaded experiment labs which gave off an ominous aura despite being made out of the exact same materials all other buildings were made out of. Perhaps it was due to the fact that there weren't any visible windows from the ground and seemingly no exit; a grey stone prison. To the left was the hallway that connected the dining hall and the school. Pat picked up the faint whispers of cutlery clinking together and what-not coming from the dining hall's direction as they progressed, remembering once again that if he wanted food, he would need to go to the quarantined area in the corner of the dining hall. Hopefully he wasn't too late. Not that he would regret or anything even if he was late; afterall, here he met Issac and Mya and... right, he did not catch the other person whom they met's name. Pat made a mental note to ask later, but then again she might've disappeared again since he didn't see nor hear her ever since he started carrying Issac. There was always next time, he knew; no one in this island ever escaped. Unless they died probably but then they couldn't become his friend so it wouldn't matter.

The soft soil under his feet gave way to the hard surface of the building as they arrived at the entrance. Pat's grip on Issac loosened in case he wanted to get off now that they arrived.