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Fingers interlaced as long arms stretched above sandy brown hair that tumbled around smooth shoulder blades; the pale silk fabric hung loosely on the feminine shoulders and hips yet did not conceal the soft curves. The young woman swung her arms in front of her and then behind, working the tensed muscles after standing in one position for three hours. As she walked over to a table that was pushed against the wall, she rubbed the back of her neck with both hands.
She reached the table and held out her hand to pick up her neatly folded clothes when she was pushed from behind.

"Oh! Sorry, Rori!"
It was one of the students who was one of the others that were rushing towards the door. Rori shot a menacing look at the boy, picking up the now disheveled pile of clothes and patted them back into place as she walked out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom. She changed quickly and brushed her hair in front of one of the mirrors, frowning at it as it was not clean from years of students marking or scratching at it.

She walked back into the hall, her dark grey shirt hugging her torso, the sleeves opening up at the elbows and spun happily around her wrists with every movement; her black jeans fitted perfectly on her waist and were nicely draped over her light grey shoes. She walked briskly down the hall and out into the crisp night air, she stopped for a second to get her phone from her bag and waited for it to turn on.

[[It's about 10:15pm, just to let you know.]]

I have no muse at the moment.

"Oh! Sorry, Rori!"
Was all that Francis heard causing him to spill his paint. Darn, he said to himself as realized that he would have to stay after to clean up now. It was already almost ten and had other plans to attend to. He looked up to see if Rori was still around but saw that she was not. By the time he finished cleaning up and left the classroom it was 10:15. He wanted to do one of his nightly walks through the woods and hoped that Rori would come with him. He eventually made his way out of the building into the crisp night air wondering which side of the building she left from.
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Dean King was sitting in his office with the lights looking out his window. Even though it was very late at night and the janitors would be coming to clean up, he usual stayed after hours which was way better then sitting in his empty apartment some 10 minutes away. He had a device telling him what phase the moon was currently in. As he continued to look out his window, he saw what the device confirmed; the moon was entering its waxing gibbous phase. This meant that as the full moon came to be in coming days, he will do what he did every full moon. He did not know if there were others like him out there, but he had to make sure no one knew what he did on the side. All he knew was that he would find the one that took his life away. Noticing movement by the Art Hall some distance way, he knew that one of the art classes had finished. Turning back to his desk he unlocked and opened up a draw. Inside lay his Colt M1911 pistol. As a side arm it had helped him through all of his years; from war to hunting. Grabbing it and sticking into the back of his pants, he left his office at 10:15 heading towards the Art Hall.

Rori's phone flashed on and lit her face, but she quickly slipped it back into her bag when she saw she had no texts or calls. Glancing in the corner of her eye as the door to the art rooms opened, she let out a loud sigh. She didn't move a muscle as she looked out into the parking lot. It was eerily quiet despite the students just leaving their class; it gave her the chills, but she quickly shrugged it off.
"You're usually waiting for me," she said flatly, slowly crossing her arms in front of her. She turned quickly on her toes and took a few steps towards Francis, "So what took you so long this time?" she said with a slight grin, slight hint of annoyance sliding under.

"So what took you so long this time?"
Once Francis heard those words, he knew exactly who produced them.
"Knocked over some paint...", he said turning to face her, "...again. Had to clean the mess up before I left. You know how Prof. Histart gets when the room is not cleaned."
He had always admired Rori since there first run-in together. He knew there was more too her then what was on the surface, but what? Francis was never inclined in prying things from people. Nor did he feel the need too. As long as she talked and hung out with him, that was all that mattered.
"Care for a stroll through the woods again or would you rather hang back at the dormitories. One of my suite mates brought over a collection of movie originals and remakes. Should be fun times laughing at how bad some movies have been remade! My all time favorite remake would have to be The Time Machine. What will it be?"