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Rain had been what greeted the young demon when he stepped foot out of the cab and stood before the tall gates of Amityville Academy. There was only a beat up duffle bag he clutched tightly in a hand protected by the fabric from overly long sleeves.

The pink haired teen gave a sigh of relief before starting off for the dorm area of campus or what he believed to be the dorm area on campus. Charlie was illiterate and there for the location of where the demon dorms was exactly was a bit of a shot in the dark. The demon didn't mind though because it was an adventure right?

Well it ended up being quite an adventure because Charlie at first did not make it to the dorm area. He some how found his way to the cafeteria, the gym, the school office and just every where. A kind gnome finally did point him toward where the dorm area was exactly but did not tell him about the different species dorms.

So when Charlie laid eyes on the first dorm house that he came across he naturally assumed it must be the place he was to stay. It looked cozy and the little demon was not picky having mostly slept in a broom closet his whole life. With a dopey smile the demon made his way up the path toward the undead dorms.

Charlie had no idea that dorms were by species so his reaction was not 'Oh maybe Im at the wrong dorm'. Nope. Instead he greeted the undead ghoul with a huge smile even though she'd just bumped into him.

"You have a hard head," Charlie crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side examining the ghoul before him. "Wish my head was that hard. Would come in handy for all sorts of adventures man." The demon unfolded his arms and extended duffle bag free hand toward Amrita as a friendly gesture. "I'm Charlie. Nice to meet you hard headed ghoul."

It was quite clear with the horns and the wings and the huge smile that he possibly had no idea where he was. A demon in the undead dorms willingly usually was not the norm.

Charlie lifted a brow when Amrita missed and grabbed onto his sleeve instead. It hadn't clicked that she possibly just could not see the hand under the fabric. Charlie didn't point it out though that she had missed his hand completely and instead wrote it off as she possibly maybe needed glasses. This caused the demon to reach into his bag and pull out a pair of dirty, obviously once thrown in the garbage, pair of 3D glasses. One of the lenses had been popped out even.

"Here take this bro. You need it more then me I think," The silly smile never wavered as he offered the 3D glasses.

"What am I doing here? Moving in. This is the dorm area right?" Uh oh maybe the gnome had told him a fib.

Charlie lifted a brow at the ghouls statement that these were the undead dorms. "Undead?" It had not been obvious at all to the demon that these were the undead dorm. In fact he hadn't figured that the school would split up species. Charlie was a lower class demon though and often mingled with multiple species with no problem.

"I am a demon bro. That's just silly they'd have a special undead dorm. Whelp. Guess you should point me toward the way where the rest of the students are stored since the undead get this fancy dorm. This is so not fair bro."

Well.. okay maybe he didn't fully understand the dorm concept just yet.

Now it was sorta coming to the young demon. He was at the wrong dorm. Oh. Where was the fun in having everyone separate though?

"Seems silly man to have everyone split up like that. Would be a lot better if we had super fun time all together in the same building. Could have like parties and s**t all the time."

No it hadn't dawned on the demon that part of the reason they were separate was that each species had its own needs. Like the fact the undead dorm was colder then most to preserve the rotting flesh and the fact that the monster dorms catered to plus sized ..well.. monsters.

"But what ever man. Its cool. So uhhh... " Charlie eyed the girl for a moment, "How do I get to the demon dorms from here?"

Reading oh jack! The bane to this demons very being. Reading signs? Charlie was aware that not being able to read was a bit a typical in most modern settings.

"W-well okay then... Right. So I'll just be off... and read the signs then.... like any normal student... cause I can read," With each little bit of phrase Charlie had taken a step backwards toward the way he had come in. He turned to one of the signs that was clearly a map of all the dorms and just stared.

Maybe these letters would magically make sense to him and he wouldn't have to confess to the undead ghoul about his reading problems. Maybe. Being optimistic helped most times. Right? But none of these squiggly marks were making much of any sense to the demon at all. Charlie bit his lip and looked back over his shoulder at Amrita almost as if to give her a silent plea.

"Oh." Was all she could really say about keeping the glasses. Well, if he didn't need glasses, why was he having a hard time reading the guide board? Wel---Oh, there he went, explaining. Loudly. What was left of her nose wrinkled in confusion, listening to him yell and explain but kind of question...this Demon baffled her more than Lucien did, and that was saying something! Luckily for Charlie, Amrita didn't know that everyone had one slightly longer leg, and so she dropped her gaze curiously to his feet. Odd, they looked right? He must have had special boots. They were very nice boots, too.

"...Oooh." She breathed out, nodding like she knew that all along. Because of that, signs scared him? If all Demons were like this, it was no reason the vast majority of them were grumpy. Her Demon friends excluded of course, except for sometimes Livi.

"I...I didn't know that! I'm so sorry!" Amrita whimpered, hoping her blatantly confused stares didn't offend him. If one leg was slightly longer than the other and that made him afraid of signs, this was a terrible, terrible thing! "It must be very scary around here!" There were signs everywhere! Poor pink haired Demon. "I'll...I'll help! Uhmm, see, this is where we are---" She moved onto her backwards toes, tapping at the skull that denoted the undead dorms. "A-and this is your dorm...." The little girl paused long enough to find a stick on the ground before pointing at the marker for the Demon Dorms.

"S-so we go that way." Now, she was gesturing to the path that led away from them. "Sh-should I come with you...?" Incase there were more horrible, horrible signs to confuse his uneven legs!



What was he going to call her...? Oh whatever, that wasn't important.

What WAS important though, was the thick helping of guilt he was serving her. With an expression that could only be described as "OAO", she watched him turn and hobble pathetically away; he was so convincing she didn't even realize that the limp hadn't been there before! Before he could get too far away from her though, she yelled in a panic.

"NO WAIT DON'T GO!" Sure it was probably too loud and dramatic for the shortly hobbled distance, but there it was. The little Vetala moved forward as fast as she dared, tripping near the end to end up practically hugging the young Demon around the waist. "I'll help! I'm sorry! You don't have to be alone!"




It was lucky for Charlie that Amrita was easily fooled.

"Yeeees~!" Amrita whined out, happy that he had at least stopped being pathetic and guilt tripping her. Then, of course, she realized she was clinging to him and she let go with a squeak, her backward hands perched closer to her shoulders. "S-sorry! Uhm, this way..." There was a very idle gesture to the path they were both already on, only she was gesturing in the OTHER direction; apparently Charlie's hobble was still the wrong way...which really only helped his cause.

"Ready?" She question timidly, holding out a hand for him to take if he wanted. It helped to hand-hold if you had trouble walking, she learned that with Lizzy in Christmas Town! Probably.




The sudden lack of limp only solidified the point that holding hands helped one walk better. It was the only explanation.

"....M-my head isn't hard! Why would you say that?!" She said, staring up at him with a wide eye. Her head wasn't hard! Charlie was crazy, so crazy! Or Delusional. Wait, weren't those the same things?! "Adventure...? It's just a path?" Either way the little undead fulfilled her promise of helping Charlie to the Demon Dorms, but once the dorm was in sight she started to walk a little slower, looking conflicted.

"There...Uhm, That's your dorm." She explained lamely, biting down on what was left of her lip. "I...I don't think I'm allowed in though?"




"Oh, it's not that! Just...Demons generally don't like not-demons in their dorm, but there's no rule...?" Still, knowing she wasn't wanted in tehre by the vast majority of Demons was enough to get her to not want to go in. She wanted to get away from here as quickly as possible before Charlie guilted her into something else, but before she could leave he called her that name again.

"Nuh huh!" She whined, more to the nickname than to the goodbye. "Why do you call me that? My head isn't hard!"




Amrita stared up at him as he pouted at her. Guh, there he went again, making her feel guilty! She couldn't help but pout right back at him. He wasn't playing fair! That wasn't fair! The little Vetala looked between Charlie and the Demon Dorms, fidgeting again in discomfort.

"W-well if...if you really want me to visit you'll...have to meet me outside?" She definitely didn't want to be inside the Demon Dorms on her own! That was just way too scary. Toooooo scary.

"Just...why do you call me that?" She didn't understand the nickname; she apparently already forgot about the name popping up when she first ran into him.




The sudden hug made her squeak, awkwardly patting his back as well as her trapped arms would allow. When he finally let her go and looked a little baffled, though she was pretty sure she just lost an argument or something. It took her a little while to realize that even remotely agreeing to Charlie was probably a very dangerous thing; actually, she hadn't realized it yet, but she had a very odd feeling of impending doom looming over her. Rather literally, considering their height difference.

"...I...I don't have a hard head!" She argued pathetically for what seemed like the millionth time, her free hands lifting to hold the sides of her head. Christof said her head was soft! Well, the skin was soft. Too soft to hold a skin graft to fix the skull half of her face. Charlie was missing something, at least a couple marbles.

"....Thank you?" It was a weird thing to be complimented for, and she really didn't agree with him at all. Soon enough though, she realized she couldn't win this. "I...I guess I can't stop you..." From using the nickname, of course. She was pouting up at him in the same way he'd pouted at her.




"...Yes?" Her head tilted a bit when he called her name. The look of disappointment was also stabbing at her feelings, and that impending-doom-slash-guilt just wasn't going to go away, was it? She was about to submit, to let him call her hard head ('just don't look at me like that anymore aaaaaa' would have followed), when he started to grin. Well, that mostly solved the problem. Grinning was...better than pouting.

Still, she couldn't help but shiver a bit, that was one creepy smile!

"S-So! Uhh....yeah..." Subject change, please?!




She wasn't...quite sure what happened, but she was pretty sure she'd figure it out sooner or later. The little Undead watched the Demon skip away, and with a clearing shake of her head she turned and headed back to her own dorm.