07-20-2008, 01:06 AM
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Now of all of the things that could have been found in the city, the college was quite an interesting place. It's courtyards and gardens of grandeur were overgrown, the paint faded and feeling, but it had a homely kind of sense. Laurel strolled idly as ever down the worn concrete paths, half humming and singing a tune to himself; Nikita tagged along per usual. It seemed like enough time had passed and it wasn't much of a feat to track down where Laurent and before too long, the pair of coyotes found themselves perched in front of the door. The pause was all Laurel waited on, ears twitching at the sounds inside. Making a satisified look, he knocked easy and waited.[/html]