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His books were getting old and dull. The paperbacks were read so many times that their spines were starting to split. It hadn't helped Glasere had inherited them from his parents, either. The older mystery novels were better than the junk written now-a-days, and it was hard to find the older things. It made the boil's inner detective weep over how much of the book revolved around some kind of romance. Yes, the others had romance in it, but it wasn't the focus of the story. The focus of the story was actually the detective going around and solving murder mysteries, or theiving mysteries.

So little books kept him on the edge of his seat anymore, he decided to go into a different genre of books. For that, he ended up in the library. He hadn't been here before, but he did know where it was. So, he grabbed one book from a few different genres and sat down at a table by himself near the back corner. He didn't want to be a bother to anyone, and he knew the air around him was cold. The last time he was around other boils and ghouls was in the Movie Club and that one, Danny, practically forced him to the back of the club and then tried to out him through the door.

Danny, right now, was on his list of things to avoid. That ghoul could go set herself on fire for all he cared. He wouldn't be helping her out any time soon. Ugh, that had put him in a bad mood the rest of that movie. It was a good movie, too.

Though one ghoul did pop into his mind when he remembered it. The one ghoul everyone called Riley. She didn't seem to like it towards the end. He didn't know why either. They all seemed to look at her when the things got turned to stone. It was like his own mystery right there, figuring out just what happened to her. He hadn't seen her before this, so he couldn't just ask her about it. Perhaps if he saw her later on, he'd ask her if she was alright. Maybe she'd tell him.

It was an itch that needed to be scratched; knowing what happened to the ghoul. Letting his brows knit, the boil sighed and opened the romance book he had grabbed off the shelf. Why not, he thought at the time. It might be good.

He got halfway through the first chapter before realizing he was going to check it out. Interesting.

Movement caught his attention and he raised his eyes to the ghoul he'd been thinking about. The boil shook his head, amused that she seemed to appear just as he wondered about her. An amusing thought floated through his head that she would be one of the best ones suited for a library, considering she couldn't speak directly, but with her mind. It had unnerved him at first, but he'd experienced on the DETH field trip, so he didn't completely go insane from it when in the movie club with her.

He went back to his book until he felt her watching him and looked up in time to see he expression and the nod. Then those words floated through his head. Well, this ghoul seemed friendly, and he had been oddly worried about her. Normally the ice monster wouldn't bother being worried about someone he'd just met, but something about how disturbed she was at the movie compelled him to talk to her. He was curious.

So, he got up with his pile of books and moved to stand in front of her and tapped the table lightly with the edge of a book. "Good day," he whispered, like anyone else who talked in a library. "Can I sit here?" It was clear he wanted to talk to her, but he didn't want to be rude and just sit down without at least asking her. If she said no, he'd sit down anyway, simple as that.

Sitting down when she said yes, he crossed his own legs and put his books to the side of him, on the table. Before he could say anything, the recognition kicked in for her and he smirked when she said he was handsome. Well, he certainly wasn't going to deny that. Uller did consider himself rather handsome, and within good reason. He'd come from a very handsome family. His mother was a beautiful ghoul, therefore, he would be handsome.

Yes, he thought very highly of himself. "Ah, now I have a name to go with that unforgettable, beautiful face," he said, returning the compliment as he extended his hand to hers. He would have kissed her hand, had he felt like like, but instead, he squeezed it and offered a small shake.

"I'm Uller," he said simply, a smile on his features. He returned the smile and chuckled. "I have to admit, I was thinking about you a moment before you showed up. I was curious about what happened in the Movie Club. You seemed terribly upset." Well, that was blunt as a butter knife.

"I wouldn't call it rash. You were the only one who seemed truly disturbed by the ending," he said simply. He put his hands on the table in front of him, watching the ghoul with interest. Uller had heard whispering of Riley's name, but he never inquired as to why there was talk about her. He assumed it was from events before he enrolled. He still didn't know a thing about events that took place before him. Prom, deaths, drama, none of it. Why bother asking about what didn't involve him. That is, until he felt the discomfort from this ghoul.

"However, in general, you caught my attention. With the talking with your mind, and what not." Not that he was judging. He watched her flat expression, looking for clues as to what she was feeling. "Honestly, that was my first movie. I've watched plays enacted, but never movies."

He was drawling out his words, sounding nearly uninterested. His expression, however, said otherwise. It really was none of his business, so if she didn't tell him now, he wouldn't pry anymore. The subject would simply be changed to the book she was reading, or something else like that that would get him some insight to if they had any common interests.

"New? Yes. I'm fairly new. I've only been here a few weeks," he admitted, rubbing his chin with his hand. Those white brows went up as she said she didn't remember him and he nodded. Uller'd been getting that a lot, honestly. One such as himself isn't easily forgotten, or so he thought. He was one of a kind in this school, it would seem. Which meant more ghouls and boils should shower him in adoration and admiration. If he'd seen himself through their eyes, he know he would. However, that was a given.

The word Hunters brought him back to her attention and he blinked a little more, tilting his head. He'd only heard of them in passing. "I've never really known much about them. I haven't bothered to prey into them," he stated seriously, his brows knitting. "Humans, I think? Is basically all I recall of them."

Hopefully they were different than the hunters he lured to their deaths back home.

He listened to her carefully and let his brows knit. He understood what she meant when she said she wasn't a Hunter, but a hunter. The thick emphasis helped so he didn't feel like he was understanding wrong. However, she spoke again and let his brows knit and looked appalled. Weapons made from their kind? Using Halloween citizens against fellow citizens? What kind of minds did they have to do that? He looked like he was going to faint, or at least choke something. He was shocked and wanted to throttle the next human he saw.

Yes, yes, not all humans were the same, that's what the DETH field trip taught him, but he seriously couldn't believe what she was saying. She gave no evidence of lying, though. Why would she? They'd just met.

Thinking, his brows knit at that as he sank back in his chair, letting his hair fall out of place and a frown crease his lips. "I see..." Wait, that didn't answer his question though. He had a feeling she'd get to it in time. But he was impatient. "So, what do Hunters have to do with the movie? As horrible as they sound, I don't quite see a connection just yet."

He watched her expression as she talked in his mind. Of course Uller had noticed the stripes, but he'd just assumed they were part of her normal skin. Not an infection. Unconscionably, he pulled back when she said the first infection and rubbed his arms. He felt dirty all of a sudden. It was kind of rude, yes, but sick people weren't something this boil could handle very well. Though, he didn't wrinkle his nose at the thought of being infected. That would have been more rude than pulling away. Despite this, however, Uller's expression offered no sort of sympathy. He kept it schooled so he didn't end up wrinkling his nose and looking completely grossed out.

Wait. She'd died? She looked all in one piece. However, when she pushed her hand against her chest like that, he paused and let his brows knit. She was hollow there? His looks shifted to one of concern, worry, and sympathy all at once. There was an anger boiling in his stomach at these hunters. They sounded like they were on high horses and out to put Halloween to extinction. He would not allow that.

Her next words put a grip on his heart and squeezed. At least they had a cure now. Sighing softly, he nodded and sat back. He'd leaned in as he listened to her, after the initial shock of her being infected wore off.

"Ah... I ... see now." His voice was quiet, thoughtful even. His expression was serious and he looked down to his blue hands. They had clenched into fists on the table by now and he uncurled them and laid them flat. The wood was warm under his hands, if only because he was cool to the touch. Now he was going to change categories in books. He needed to learn more history about this school and any other Hunter related tragedies that had happened.

"Thank you for sharing," he said, sighing again. "I'll do my best to bone up on Hunters. If it comes to my turn in the club, I'll be careful with my selection. For you." He gave her something of a smile before running a hand through his hair.

"I'll start to ask about it," he said, still speaking in quiet terms. He was trying not to flip out and go try to strangle someone. Shaking his head again, the stag brought a hand to his eyes and rubbed slowly before sighing. Well, this was just full of heavy information, wasn't it? Slowly, the boil rose and took his books. He'd borrow these and return them when he felt his brain had settled in all the information. "Thank you for sharing your story... I think I should go.... let all of this sink in." He looked her over again, brows knitting before bowing slowly.

"Until next time?"