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(( Solo for Damien connected to the plot for [BOOTH] Fitness Club ))

Damien had a lot of first time experiences since he came to this school; the first time he met a dragon, the first time he ever shifted in front of a non clan member, and of course, the first time he died. All these experiences were supposed to help one grow into a better person the typical result from a learning experience. So if that was the case, why was he running towards another person’s dorm room to break in and gather up a set of brain which probably belonged to someone else in the first place? You know, considering that they were BRAINS?

“Its ok, threes a perfectly logical explanation for this, you accepted this mission so that Riley wouldn’t go on a massive killing spree for the nourishment for brains like the others did during their Icky stick situation.” Was what he kept telling himself to make it feel justifiable as he tried to walk into the dorm with as much of a nonchalant air as he could muster. Even in a pair of board shorts, flip flops and a goreyball. Damien could feel the unease settling around him from a few of the students giving him a double take, as he walked up and down the first floor hall looking for Riley’s door. He would have to give the Igor an earful for not telling him WHICH door it was, just seemed like something a good helper wouldn’t neglect to mention.

He was already feeling disheartened over the ordeal he’d have to do, realizing it was off to a dismal start in the first place, at least until his frantic eyes caught sight of a door with an elegant nameplate with the word “Riley” on it. “Well, If that isn’t her room, I don’t know what is.” He said out loud to no one in particular before making his way up to the immaculately clean door. The door was something that was close to a work of art, almost to the point of regret for the Hellhound to touch it with his hands. But he knew that it just couldn’t be helped and after a moment of mental preparation, he grasped the cool metal of the handle and gave the knob a turn.

The knob was just as well maintained as the door itself as it didn’t let out a squeak as it was being turned, but only so far as the handle stopped moving far too early for the hound to be happy. He scowled at the irritation when he gave it a shake and prayed to jack that it meant it was open. The door however, deemed that he couldn’t enter that easily as it stayed polished and firmly shut. Apparently it felt that there were no dogs allowed past this point, and he'd have to convince the slab of polished wood otherwise.

When Jericho said brains in his text, he really wasn't kidding with the Hellhound. As soon as the freezer door opened, he had to shuffle his feet ot of the way of a kamikaze brain matter that wanted to greet him to Riley's room with a nice, freezing cold brain to foot hug. One that he had no intention of having as he sidestepped out of its way. There was no point in him hiding his disgust in her choice of cut of meat as he picked it up off the floor and into his arms and gathered as much as he could from the subzero.

He was touching brains, yep, brains. For eating no less, yet another first for him, if he only had the ability to look pleased and not want to throw up at the same time. They were in all different sizes and fleshy tones but still had its characteristic shape and ripples in the surface. Brains, for Riley.


He'd never ask her out of lunch for as long as he lived after doing this for her.

After picking up the final tiny brain, , which had a tag called "Big Junk Gnome" on it, he felt that it was all he could carry, as he kicked the fridges doors closed and its fooditems out of sight other than the ones he had in his arms. "Whew, brains are in hand, literally, time to get these to christof, because I realllly don't want to touch these things for much longer!" he cried out to him self as part of his mental checklist before turning around to walk out with as much dignity as he could.

sadly the sounds of incessany meowing from behind him which he was SURE wasn't there before hand told him other wise as he came face to face with a pile of fuzzy critters.


He would never speak about the army of cannon cats in Riley's dorm with anyone, not Jericho and not Riley, not even himself. as he dashed out of the room with two armful's of brains and a wave of angry and possibly hungry cannon cats chasing him out of the demon dorms and out toward the school where the Booth and Christof was waiting for him.

If only he had to time to stop and think about it, he was doing the errand for a person who ran errands.

((Very sleepy Re-entry into the [Booth] Fitness club ORP ))