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For those interested in the Urban Horror RPG, this is where characters are introduced and game sessions discussed.
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Location: The Old Building
It sits on a little hill so you can see it from anywhere on campus. As the students go about their day-to-day tasks, they hardly notice the little gray building on top of the hill. On those occasions when they do notice it, they do their level best to forget.
It used to be a classroom, but now it houses administrative offices and serves as an archive for the older paper documents. Everyone visits the old building at least once, as new students pick up their room keys and ID cards here, but hardly anyone returns for any reason other than that. It's just filled with old books after all.
Campus Legend...
When visitors to the school mention the small stone structure on the hill that seems to overlook the campus, residents react as if they've never noticed it. Photographs of the campus, even arial ones, never show the old building clearly. Whether obscured by shadows from nearby buildings, clouds, or [REDACTED], no photographs of the old building have been taken and so no images of it exist.
Partially Debunked...
Prints of the oil painting commissioned to commemorate the school's founding show the old building clearly. It cannot be said that an image of the building doesn't exist.
It sits on a little hill so you can see it from anywhere on campus. As the students go about their day-to-day tasks, they hardly notice the little gray building on top of the hill. On those occasions when they do notice it, they do their level best to forget.
It used to be a classroom, but now it houses administrative offices and serves as an archive for the older paper documents. Everyone visits the old building at least once, as new students pick up their room keys and ID cards here, but hardly anyone returns for any reason other than that. It's just filled with old books after all.
Campus Legend...
When visitors to the school mention the small stone structure on the hill that seems to overlook the campus, residents react as if they've never noticed it. Photographs of the campus, even arial ones, never show the old building clearly. Whether obscured by shadows from nearby buildings, clouds, or [REDACTED], no photographs of the old building have been taken and so no images of it exist.
Partially Debunked...
Prints of the oil painting commissioned to commemorate the school's founding show the old building clearly. It cannot be said that an image of the building doesn't exist.
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Tristan guts turned violently as he looked out the window of the campus library at the old grey building on the hill. There was no doubt that it was a focal point of supernatural energy. It's presence was what drew him here, to this sleepy little campus. The administrative staff avoided discussing the place at every turn. The locals probably would as well. Tristan hated going in blind, and so far, none of his text about the area were giving him any leads as to what sort of beastie might dwell up on that hill or under it...
In the hope to turn something up Tristan had printed up a flyer inviting students and the locals, anyone really with an interest in the supernatural to come join him after hours in the library for discussion. It was easier to have them come to him than try and track down the information on his own after all. If it went well, he'd be sure to invite the truly interested to OutOfTowners.com a site establised by a mysterious figure known only as (Insert name here) which Tristan had befriended in the early days of his or her site. Although he had never met the creator of the site, he'd sent funds to help keep the site running on a number of occasions, until it built a stable core of members.
Tristan waited and hoped that someone would show tonight as he sat behind the librarian's desk and sipped on a mug of cold, bitterly strong coffee. The nagging feeling he always got around places like this wouldn't let him sleep. The sooner he unraveled the mystery up on that hill, the sooner he could rest.
Out of boredom, Tristan opened the top drawer of his desk and drew out an antique hand mirror made of tarnished silver and an uncharacteristically clear glass surface. He turned it about in his hand as he took another sip of coffee. With a softly whispered word in latin, he angled the mirror toward the library doors. Several seconds passed as the doors reflected in the mirror remained closed. Tristan sighed and took another sip of coffee as he kept one eye on the mirror, and one on the doors.
It was about seven minutes before movement caught his eye. His eyelids had begun to droop, but snapped wide open at the movement. The image of the doors in the mirror swung open, but the doors as they were now remained closed. In the mirror a female student with honey blond hair walked through the doors, paused and scratched her nose before passing out of frame of the mirror. She'd come in around noon and stayed for an hour checking her facebook on one of the library computers... It was now five-thirty.
In the hope to turn something up Tristan had printed up a flyer inviting students and the locals, anyone really with an interest in the supernatural to come join him after hours in the library for discussion. It was easier to have them come to him than try and track down the information on his own after all. If it went well, he'd be sure to invite the truly interested to OutOfTowners.com a site establised by a mysterious figure known only as (Insert name here) which Tristan had befriended in the early days of his or her site. Although he had never met the creator of the site, he'd sent funds to help keep the site running on a number of occasions, until it built a stable core of members.
Tristan waited and hoped that someone would show tonight as he sat behind the librarian's desk and sipped on a mug of cold, bitterly strong coffee. The nagging feeling he always got around places like this wouldn't let him sleep. The sooner he unraveled the mystery up on that hill, the sooner he could rest.
Out of boredom, Tristan opened the top drawer of his desk and drew out an antique hand mirror made of tarnished silver and an uncharacteristically clear glass surface. He turned it about in his hand as he took another sip of coffee. With a softly whispered word in latin, he angled the mirror toward the library doors. Several seconds passed as the doors reflected in the mirror remained closed. Tristan sighed and took another sip of coffee as he kept one eye on the mirror, and one on the doors.
It was about seven minutes before movement caught his eye. His eyelids had begun to droop, but snapped wide open at the movement. The image of the doors in the mirror swung open, but the doors as they were now remained closed. In the mirror a female student with honey blond hair walked through the doors, paused and scratched her nose before passing out of frame of the mirror. She'd come in around noon and stayed for an hour checking her facebook on one of the library computers... It was now five-thirty.
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Anna stumbled through the library doors carrying a stack of old books. She sat down at a desk and started flipping through them. She was wearing fishnet tights, a black skirt, combat boots, a black top, and a beat up leather jacket. She was glad to have some time to herself. No one ever came in here.
But today there was. Some guy sitting at the librarian's desk. He looked like he was waiting for someone. She sighed and went back to her books. The one she was looking at was about the history of the town. Interesting, but nothing useful. She wanted to know about the darker secrets that no one talked about.
Suddenly she felt a shiver down her spine and turned towards the doors. Someone was there. She didn't know what it was, but there was something. She tended, watching, waiting for anything. She could try talking to it, but that would freak out the guy at the desk.
He was staring at a mirror, and she rolled her eyes. Another conceited asshole. Comes in here to stare at himself. She closed her books and started walking around, trying to figure out what it was in the room
But today there was. Some guy sitting at the librarian's desk. He looked like he was waiting for someone. She sighed and went back to her books. The one she was looking at was about the history of the town. Interesting, but nothing useful. She wanted to know about the darker secrets that no one talked about.
Suddenly she felt a shiver down her spine and turned towards the doors. Someone was there. She didn't know what it was, but there was something. She tended, watching, waiting for anything. She could try talking to it, but that would freak out the guy at the desk.
He was staring at a mirror, and she rolled her eyes. Another conceited asshole. Comes in here to stare at himself. She closed her books and started walking around, trying to figure out what it was in the room
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Tristan glanced up as a girl in typical goth dress stumbled through the library doors with her stack of books and sat at the first desk she could find. He immediately whispered another latin word and slowly turned the mirror once around in his hand.
As naturally as he could, Tristan acted as though he were fixing his hair for a moment before putting the mirror away, back in the desk drawer. Tristan rose from his desk and approached the young lady. "Excuse me, miss, but are you here for the meeting?" He asked politely with the hint of a brittish accent, showing her a copy of the flier he'd put up a week ago. He glanced around, noticing the way she seemed to cast about, as though she were looking for something. "Ahem, is something the matter? You seem a bit off put."
As naturally as he could, Tristan acted as though he were fixing his hair for a moment before putting the mirror away, back in the desk drawer. Tristan rose from his desk and approached the young lady. "Excuse me, miss, but are you here for the meeting?" He asked politely with the hint of a brittish accent, showing her a copy of the flier he'd put up a week ago. He glanced around, noticing the way she seemed to cast about, as though she were looking for something. "Ahem, is something the matter? You seem a bit off put."
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Anna heard footsteps behind her and turned around. The guy with the mirror was behind her. "Excuse me, miss, but are you here for the meeting?"
Anna looked up at him curiously, and noticed the flier he was holding. Someone else interested in the paranormal. "No, I'm not, but it looks pretty interesting. I... I'm not much of a people person though." She blushed slightly. She always had a thing for British accents.
"Ahem, is something the matter? You seem a bit off put."
"It's nothing," she said quickly, not wanting to discuss it
Anna looked up at him curiously, and noticed the flier he was holding. Someone else interested in the paranormal. "No, I'm not, but it looks pretty interesting. I... I'm not much of a people person though." She blushed slightly. She always had a thing for British accents.
"Ahem, is something the matter? You seem a bit off put."
"It's nothing," she said quickly, not wanting to discuss it
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Tristan tilted his head ever so slightly as the young lady admited she was not here for the meeting. A subtle frown crossed his lips, it was as he expected, no one in town had the nerve to face the paranormal here. "Well, you're in luck then, it doesn't seem as though anyone is comming anyway." Tristan switched the flier to his left hand and offered the girl his hand. "My name is Tristan, Tristan Danvers. I took the position of librarian about a week ago. You must be a student here, Miss...?"
He looked about again, still curious what she might have been looking for. He took notice of the stack of books she'd brought in. The history book was still open. He drifted over to the desk. "Hmm, local history, mysteries and urban legend?" His eyes drifted up from the desk back toward the hill outside. "Quite an interesting collection of books you have here. Is there anything specifically you'd like to find? Maybe I can help."
He looked about again, still curious what she might have been looking for. He took notice of the stack of books she'd brought in. The history book was still open. He drifted over to the desk. "Hmm, local history, mysteries and urban legend?" His eyes drifted up from the desk back toward the hill outside. "Quite an interesting collection of books you have here. Is there anything specifically you'd like to find? Maybe I can help."
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"Doc"
Whistling as he locked up the theatre, paying no heed to campus tradition, the bearded man could have easily been mistaken for santa claus as a janitor. The satchel slung across his back was heavy and misshapen, making the confused thud-clack of metal on wood when he moved it. He wore tennis shoes and blue track pants with a white stripe down the side, under a tweed jacket complete with elbow patches and a grey, newsboy cap covering his mostly-bald head. Emerging from the hidden entrance to the theatre, hidden behind a row of bushes, the moon strikes his eyes and they briefly reflect silver.
Perhaps it's the Ben Franklin glasses he wears, or maybe it's a trick of the light and his moon-silver hair...or maybe it's something else.
Name: "Doc"
Tenured:
Doc teaches stage combat and weapon handling in the theatre department and his personal resume involves modifying weapons to ensure that they are realistic as possible while being safe for actors to use. It is whispered that, for a price, he'll make any weapon requested lethal, non lethal, and "other".
Sixth Sense: Precognitive Reflexes
Studying movement all his life, Doc has acquired an uncanny ability to "read" an attackers intent. It has given him a career in teaching pampered hollywood stars to look like complete badasses, if only for a few moments at a time. In actual combat, it results in beatdowns that are exactly as brutal or humiliating as he wants them to be.
Mysterious Past: You take the good, you take the bad...
Doc's travels have found him in posession of some priceless weapons, a few of which hang in his office and two of which have been taken by the theatre department as props. The chances of him having knowledge of an exotic weapon, creature, or location are high. The chances that he, himself will be in posession of exactly the weapon needed in any given encounder, absolute.
...Relentless Pursuer: a painting of a country road
Doc has made a powerful enemy in his past. One that will stop at nothing to get him.
Whistling as he locked up the theatre, paying no heed to campus tradition, the bearded man could have easily been mistaken for santa claus as a janitor. The satchel slung across his back was heavy and misshapen, making the confused thud-clack of metal on wood when he moved it. He wore tennis shoes and blue track pants with a white stripe down the side, under a tweed jacket complete with elbow patches and a grey, newsboy cap covering his mostly-bald head. Emerging from the hidden entrance to the theatre, hidden behind a row of bushes, the moon strikes his eyes and they briefly reflect silver.
Perhaps it's the Ben Franklin glasses he wears, or maybe it's a trick of the light and his moon-silver hair...or maybe it's something else.
Name: "Doc"
Tenured:
Doc teaches stage combat and weapon handling in the theatre department and his personal resume involves modifying weapons to ensure that they are realistic as possible while being safe for actors to use. It is whispered that, for a price, he'll make any weapon requested lethal, non lethal, and "other".
Sixth Sense: Precognitive Reflexes
Studying movement all his life, Doc has acquired an uncanny ability to "read" an attackers intent. It has given him a career in teaching pampered hollywood stars to look like complete badasses, if only for a few moments at a time. In actual combat, it results in beatdowns that are exactly as brutal or humiliating as he wants them to be.
Mysterious Past: You take the good, you take the bad...
Doc's travels have found him in posession of some priceless weapons, a few of which hang in his office and two of which have been taken by the theatre department as props. The chances of him having knowledge of an exotic weapon, creature, or location are high. The chances that he, himself will be in posession of exactly the weapon needed in any given encounder, absolute.
...Relentless Pursuer: a painting of a country road
Doc has made a powerful enemy in his past. One that will stop at nothing to get him.
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(How old is Tristan and what does he look like?)
"Well, you're in luck then, it doesn't seem as though anyone is comming anyway. My name is Tristan, Tristan Danvers. I took the position of librarian about a week ago. You must be a student here, Miss...?"
"Anna Rivers," she smiled. "Well, welcome to the school. It's nice to meet you Mr. Danvers. You'll probably see me in here a lot. I like this place, nice and quiet, no people usually."
Anna watched nervously as he looked at her books. She didn't really need someone else looking at her like a freak. "Hmm, local history, mysteries and urban legend?" His eyes drifted up from the desk back toward the hill outside. "Quite an interesting collection of books you have here. Is there anything specifically you'd like to find? Maybe I can help."
Anna blushed. "I... I really like to learn about ghosts and the paranormal. I know it sounds kind of weird. I probably seen like some stereotypical goth now."
"Well, you're in luck then, it doesn't seem as though anyone is comming anyway. My name is Tristan, Tristan Danvers. I took the position of librarian about a week ago. You must be a student here, Miss...?"
"Anna Rivers," she smiled. "Well, welcome to the school. It's nice to meet you Mr. Danvers. You'll probably see me in here a lot. I like this place, nice and quiet, no people usually."
Anna watched nervously as he looked at her books. She didn't really need someone else looking at her like a freak. "Hmm, local history, mysteries and urban legend?" His eyes drifted up from the desk back toward the hill outside. "Quite an interesting collection of books you have here. Is there anything specifically you'd like to find? Maybe I can help."
Anna blushed. "I... I really like to learn about ghosts and the paranormal. I know it sounds kind of weird. I probably seen like some stereotypical goth now."
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(Added that info to the other thread.)
"Anna Rivers... Reminds me of The Lady of Shallot. 'There she weaves, by night and day...' Hmmh." Tristan intoned as he turned to face her with windsom smile, leaning against her desk. He nodded in reply to welcoming him to the school. "That is good to hear, it would appear that you are a rather voracious reader." Tristan patted her stack of books.
Tristan pushed away from the desk he'd been leaning on and reguarded Anna with a rather serious look. "It doesn't sound strange at all." He flashed her the flier he was holding again. "I've an interest in such things myself. The building up on the hill for instance, I understand that it is haunted, or perhaps cursed... No one seems to want to talk about it, and I've found very little information on the matter. Classic denial and avoidance often breeds darkness, and though it may seem easier to ignore such things, it is never safe, if you take my meaning?"
"Anna Rivers... Reminds me of The Lady of Shallot. 'There she weaves, by night and day...' Hmmh." Tristan intoned as he turned to face her with windsom smile, leaning against her desk. He nodded in reply to welcoming him to the school. "That is good to hear, it would appear that you are a rather voracious reader." Tristan patted her stack of books.
Tristan pushed away from the desk he'd been leaning on and reguarded Anna with a rather serious look. "It doesn't sound strange at all." He flashed her the flier he was holding again. "I've an interest in such things myself. The building up on the hill for instance, I understand that it is haunted, or perhaps cursed... No one seems to want to talk about it, and I've found very little information on the matter. Classic denial and avoidance often breeds darkness, and though it may seem easier to ignore such things, it is never safe, if you take my meaning?"
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(love Tennyson by the way!)
"Anna Rivers... Reminds me of The Lady of Shallot. 'There she weaves, by night and day...' Hmmh."
Anna grinned. "Lady of Shallot? I love that poem, though I'm not stuck in a tower looking at a mirror all day. Guess you like to read too, huh?"
"That is good to hear, it would appear that you are a rather voracious reader."
"Yep, I've made quite a few friends in libraries. Mercucio from Romeo and Juliet, Elizabeth from Pride and Prejudice, and Odysseus, the trickster of tricksters." I smiled, although I remembered they were pretty much my only friends.
"It doesn't sound strange at all." He flashed her the flier he was holding again. "I've an interest in such things myself. The building up on the hill for instance, I understand that it is haunted, or perhaps cursed... No one seems to want to talk about it, and I've found very little information on the matter. Classic denial and avoidance often breeds darkness, and though it may seem easier to ignore such things, it is never safe, if you take my meaning?"
Anna nodded. "Glad to meet someone who doesn't think it makes me a freak. I just wonder what happened in those places, to those people. Why are they still here, you know?"
"Anna Rivers... Reminds me of The Lady of Shallot. 'There she weaves, by night and day...' Hmmh."
Anna grinned. "Lady of Shallot? I love that poem, though I'm not stuck in a tower looking at a mirror all day. Guess you like to read too, huh?"
"That is good to hear, it would appear that you are a rather voracious reader."
"Yep, I've made quite a few friends in libraries. Mercucio from Romeo and Juliet, Elizabeth from Pride and Prejudice, and Odysseus, the trickster of tricksters." I smiled, although I remembered they were pretty much my only friends.
"It doesn't sound strange at all." He flashed her the flier he was holding again. "I've an interest in such things myself. The building up on the hill for instance, I understand that it is haunted, or perhaps cursed... No one seems to want to talk about it, and I've found very little information on the matter. Classic denial and avoidance often breeds darkness, and though it may seem easier to ignore such things, it is never safe, if you take my meaning?"
Anna nodded. "Glad to meet someone who doesn't think it makes me a freak. I just wonder what happened in those places, to those people. Why are they still here, you know?"
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Tristan noticed a subtle hint of sadness in Anna's smile and wondered what could have happened in her life to cause her to become so closed off to the outside world that books would appear to be her only friends.
"My dear, anyone who would think you a freak for such a thing must be entirely closed minded and dreadfully dull-witted. Not the sort of person to pay any mind to at all."
"As to the paranormal, you sound as if you have had some experiences yourself. I would love to listen, if you would be willing to share."
"My dear, anyone who would think you a freak for such a thing must be entirely closed minded and dreadfully dull-witted. Not the sort of person to pay any mind to at all."
"As to the paranormal, you sound as if you have had some experiences yourself. I would love to listen, if you would be willing to share."
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"My dear, anyone who would think you a freak for such a thing must be entirely closed minded and dreadfully dull-witted. Not the sort of person to pay any mind to at all." Anna smiled, her heart warming as he said that. Maybe there were people who wouldnt look at her like some strange, abnormal girl who should be avoided. She slowly began to relax.
"As to the paranormal, you sound as if you have had some experiences yourself. I would love to listen, if you would be willing to share."
"Normally I wouldn't talk about this. Just, don't tell anyone." She sighed, thinking. "When I was a kid, I would hear voices everywhere I went, and I'd talk to them. Sometimes I'd even become a totally different person. My mom thought I was schizophrenic. But I wasn't. I'd find out about things I couldn't have known as a kid. I learned things from people who were dead."
"At other times, I'd see something happen in my head and then it happened in real life. I can also call spirits by singing. I... I know how this sounds, but... It's true. I honestly wouldn't blame you if you didn't believe me." She shook her head sadly.
"It's not always a good thing though. Sometimes my mind will be invaded by someone who is dead but is very frightening. My minds very open and I think it makes me vulnerable to spirits."
"As to the paranormal, you sound as if you have had some experiences yourself. I would love to listen, if you would be willing to share."
"Normally I wouldn't talk about this. Just, don't tell anyone." She sighed, thinking. "When I was a kid, I would hear voices everywhere I went, and I'd talk to them. Sometimes I'd even become a totally different person. My mom thought I was schizophrenic. But I wasn't. I'd find out about things I couldn't have known as a kid. I learned things from people who were dead."
"At other times, I'd see something happen in my head and then it happened in real life. I can also call spirits by singing. I... I know how this sounds, but... It's true. I honestly wouldn't blame you if you didn't believe me." She shook her head sadly.
"It's not always a good thing though. Sometimes my mind will be invaded by someone who is dead but is very frightening. My minds very open and I think it makes me vulnerable to spirits."
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"Ah, then you're a natural medium. I was curious as to why you seemed to be looking about for someone a moment ago..." Tristan chuckled softly. "I don't know if you'll believe ME, but I think what you may have been sensing was an abberation in the time stream. I don't suppose you would have much trouble believing in magick, would you? There are ways to protect yourself from such invasions... I would share them with you, if you like."
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"Ah, then you're a natural medium. I was curious as to why you seemed to be looking about for someone a moment ago..." I smiled hearing him chuckle.
"Yes, that does bother my teachers at times. Sometimes I think that it was someone alive in the room."
"I don't know if you'll believe ME, but I think what you may have been sensing was an abberation in the time stream. I don't suppose you would have much trouble believing in magick, would you? There are ways to protect yourself from such invasions... I would share them with you, if you like."
"I... I guess it's not too crazy considering what I've seen. But learning how to protect myself would be nice. I hate it when someone else is in control of my body." Alive or dead. I remembered that night so well. It haunted me every day sense.
"Yes, that does bother my teachers at times. Sometimes I think that it was someone alive in the room."
"I don't know if you'll believe ME, but I think what you may have been sensing was an abberation in the time stream. I don't suppose you would have much trouble believing in magick, would you? There are ways to protect yourself from such invasions... I would share them with you, if you like."
"I... I guess it's not too crazy considering what I've seen. But learning how to protect myself would be nice. I hate it when someone else is in control of my body." Alive or dead. I remembered that night so well. It haunted me every day sense.
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"Have you ever researched what you can do? I know that the topic is rather difficult to find anything on, and sadly, most of it is lies and meant only for comercial profit... However, I DO have a few books that you might find valuable. They are mostly old diary's written by those who share your gift. I have only skimmed them, but there are private details on how these individuals learned to guard their minds from invasion with fairly simple tricks, like repeating a mantra to keep their mind active and therefore resistant to posession."
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Brandon approached the two students cautiously. It was his first week of college and something about him must have screamed "sheltered loser" from a distance because his freshman year was starting to feel a lot like "thirteenth grade". He remembered leveling that little zinger to his older brother, who attended a community college, slept on a futon in the basement, and still fixed his high school hot rod in their dad's driveway. After a lifetime of being "little brothered" by his older brother Bruce, it felt good...like warm socks good.
Bruce just smiled and simply said it was helping him get a handle on university life and, without a scholarship, every year was coming out of his pocket so he had to be ready. Brandon loudly declared bullshit on that one. Now, with his own scholarship dependent on his ability to locate an old brick building on a campus composed entirely of them, he wondered if his brother hadn't been quietly laughing at him behind that sad little smirk.
Walking up to the man and girl talking in the library, Brandon asked the question he'd been asking all day and tried not to sound as desperate as he felt when he spoke...
"Pardon me, do either of you know how to get to the old building?"
Bruce just smiled and simply said it was helping him get a handle on university life and, without a scholarship, every year was coming out of his pocket so he had to be ready. Brandon loudly declared bullshit on that one. Now, with his own scholarship dependent on his ability to locate an old brick building on a campus composed entirely of them, he wondered if his brother hadn't been quietly laughing at him behind that sad little smirk.
Walking up to the man and girl talking in the library, Brandon asked the question he'd been asking all day and tried not to sound as desperate as he felt when he spoke...
"Pardon me, do either of you know how to get to the old building?"
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Tristan looked up as a young man entered the library. He came up to them asking how to reach the old building, Tristan assumed he meant the one on the hill. The very one he, himself was interested in. "Oh, you're interested in that place as well?" Tristan asked as he rose and greeted him with a hand shake. "It's simple enough, there's an old foot path you can take. I wouldn't advise going up there on your own though. What sort of interest do you have in that place?"
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Brandon paused briefly at the naked warning in the man's response, but didn't want it to show so he hurried over it. The man was an older gentleman and had an officious air. Still he also looked like he might be the kind of important that normally didn't have time to talk to lost students so Brandon jumped on the opportunity.
"I have to sign some papers today or else I'll lose my scholarship. My first class is on Monday and if I'm not registered, I'll be packed up and gone by Tuesday."
Brandon held his breath in hopes that this man might be more helpful than everyone else he'd spoken to so far.
"I have to sign some papers today or else I'll lose my scholarship. My first class is on Monday and if I'm not registered, I'll be packed up and gone by Tuesday."
Brandon held his breath in hopes that this man might be more helpful than everyone else he'd spoken to so far.
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It was already close to evening on friday, no one would be at the building to receive the young man until early monday. "Oh... I'm afraid that you've missed the official open time by a couple of hours, I would say. Seems no one likes to linger at that building any longer than they absolutely have to." Tristan could see through the young fellow's mask hiding the frustration and worry underneath.
"Listen, I'm the new librarian, Tristan Danvers and I've garnered permission to hold extra-curricular meetings here in the library, which means I've been allowed a set of keys. Perhaps one of them is to the building up there... Its bending the rules a bit, but perhaps we could walk up there now, get you the papers you need, and first thing monday morning, you can turn them in to the office, um...?" Tristan finished, expressing an interest in the young man's name.
With that, Tristan turned toward Anna and in a somewhat hushed aside, he asked her. "I hate to put upon you so, luv, but might you care to join us on the walk?" Tristan leaned in and whispered even more softly. "If what I've heard about that place is true, we might well need your talents."
Tristan stood up straight beside and slightly behind Anna, introducing her to the young man. "This young lady is Anna, Anna Rivers. She's quite the avid reader. If she is so inclined, I'd like to have her come with us so that I can lock up while we are away."
"Listen, I'm the new librarian, Tristan Danvers and I've garnered permission to hold extra-curricular meetings here in the library, which means I've been allowed a set of keys. Perhaps one of them is to the building up there... Its bending the rules a bit, but perhaps we could walk up there now, get you the papers you need, and first thing monday morning, you can turn them in to the office, um...?" Tristan finished, expressing an interest in the young man's name.
With that, Tristan turned toward Anna and in a somewhat hushed aside, he asked her. "I hate to put upon you so, luv, but might you care to join us on the walk?" Tristan leaned in and whispered even more softly. "If what I've heard about that place is true, we might well need your talents."
Tristan stood up straight beside and slightly behind Anna, introducing her to the young man. "This young lady is Anna, Anna Rivers. She's quite the avid reader. If she is so inclined, I'd like to have her come with us so that I can lock up while we are away."
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Anna kept quiet as a young mman approached and began to ask about the old building. "Oh... I'm afraid that you've missed the official open time by a couple of hours, I would say. Seems no one likes to linger at that building any longer than they absolutely have to."
"Listen, I'm the new librarian, Tristan Danvers and I've garnered permission to hold extra-curricular meetings here in the library, which means I've been allowed a set of keys. Perhaps one of them is to the building up there... Its bending the rules a bit, but perhaps we could walk up there now, get you the papers you need, and first thing monday morning, you can turn them in to the office, um...?" Tristan finished, expressing an interest in the young man's name.
"I hate to put upon you so, luv, but might you care to join us on the walk?" Anna couldnt help but blush, but smiled and nodded. Tristan was kind of hot, and he didn't look down at her. She grabbed her books and put them inside her bag. "If what I've heard about that place is true, we might well need your talents."
"This young lady is Anna, Anna Rivers. She's quite the avid reader. If she is so inclined, I'd like to have her come with us so that I can lock up while we are away."
"It's nice to meet you," she smiled and stuck her hand out for him to shake.
"Listen, I'm the new librarian, Tristan Danvers and I've garnered permission to hold extra-curricular meetings here in the library, which means I've been allowed a set of keys. Perhaps one of them is to the building up there... Its bending the rules a bit, but perhaps we could walk up there now, get you the papers you need, and first thing monday morning, you can turn them in to the office, um...?" Tristan finished, expressing an interest in the young man's name.
"I hate to put upon you so, luv, but might you care to join us on the walk?" Anna couldnt help but blush, but smiled and nodded. Tristan was kind of hot, and he didn't look down at her. She grabbed her books and put them inside her bag. "If what I've heard about that place is true, we might well need your talents."
"This young lady is Anna, Anna Rivers. She's quite the avid reader. If she is so inclined, I'd like to have her come with us so that I can lock up while we are away."
"It's nice to meet you," she smiled and stuck her hand out for him to shake.
