Shito stood in the lobby of the dorm, as promised. He was leaning against the wall, his arms folded, glowering at a scuff mark on the worn floor. The dorm was old and badly-maintained, most of the windows boarded up or simply cracked. The corners were thick with cobwebs, and there was a crack in the floorboards that let daylight right into the basement.
The grounds outside were no better maintained. There was an honest-to-god cemetery in the back, and the grounds were overrun with weeds. There were only five students living in the dormitory, though, and most of them were zombies.
At the swirl of colour, Shito looked up tensely. "You're that guy's friend?" he asked Karakael, realizing now that they hadn't even gotten his name. Where were they even going, and what was going to happen if he betrayed them?
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Date: 2009-11-01 08:41 pm (UTC)The grounds outside were no better maintained. There was an honest-to-god cemetery in the back, and the grounds were overrun with weeds. There were only five students living in the dormitory, though, and most of them were zombies.
At the swirl of colour, Shito looked up tensely. "You're that guy's friend?" he asked Karakael, realizing now that they hadn't even gotten his name. Where were they even going, and what was going to happen if he betrayed them?