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Set to a much more recent date! July-something date!

The new member of Dahlia was once again in his favorite area for endless exploring. As for now, he was simply strolling about, unable to decide what would be most interesting to do. He had found a simple black bag earlier that day. Inside the bag were already quite a few items. Cigarettes, a three bottles containing whisky, tequila and an exclusive brand of a white wine. He intended to find more precious items before he turned back to the house that once had belonged to Colibri (it was a wild guess because of the strong scent of the former Dahlia leader).

He looked up towards the college building he was about to pass, but changed his direction and moved towards it instead. He wanted music. He slammed a random door open and entered the building, walking through the hall and moved around until he somehow found some dormitory rooms in one of the upper levels of the building. From there he went into one room at the time, searching carelessly around, collecting what he could find of batteries and random cds and other bling blang. He also found a good old cd-player that he forced down with along with all the other trash that slowly was filling the large bag.

And so he continued.

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[Susquehanna]

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Next door to the large building that was the college dormitory, Hanna sat on what had once been a rolling desk chair, her nose in a book, feet propped up on the desk in front of her. The chair no longer rolled properly because of the rust that marred the silver metal, but that was alright at the moment, because she wanted a stationary chair for her studies.

The book that was being carefully held, a finger occasionally smoothing a page, concerned different methods of medical work that, at the time of writing, were controversial and highly unsuccessful. But, judging from the large container of equipment closed behind glass there in the medical lecture hall (where she was seated as the professor, no less), the methods had been improved upon to the point of being commonplace. The femme's mismatched eyes skimmed across the page, taking in the words, then going back to look at the words that didn't make much sense to her.

Just as her eyes had returned to a place where a word was shaky, a sound was caught in her keen ears and made her sit upright, feet upon the floor. It had come from the building next door. The female rose from her seat to investigate, leaving the book on the desk, covered with the laminate that had bound it. She walked out the door to the lecture building, crossed the remaining half a dozen feet, and entered the dorm house by a side door. A louder noise nearby caused her head to swivel and her hands to drop to her knives. Stepping out into the light, she turned a large circle and then pressed to the wall. A scent was prevalent, but it wasn't directly familiar to her. "Who's there?" she called, then stood with the knives partially out of their sheathes, prepared to draw and slice if need be.

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[Haku Soul]

I suck

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Crash, ruining a shelf, how silly of him. Who was there? Haku was here! He recognized his aunt’s voice straight away. He found it odd that he had not noticed her scent by now, but he guessed he had been too lost in thought or something nifty like that. The chocolate and cream colored brute did not like the thought that he could be easy to sneak up on, but fact was that when he was lost in his own world, he was for once a possible prey. He did not exit the room to try to find her. He knew she was somewhat.. jumpy. Jumpy was probably not the right word to use, but she surely was herself. It fitted very well that they ran into each other actually. He knew of her knives, she carried them with her everywhere. For some reason, he had never picked up anything of that. Knives, of course, he knew how to use them to cut things, but else from that? Neh. Aunt? I am in here.