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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 12:45 pm
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It was uncommon to see non ghosts wandering the ghost dormitory hallways. Usually they just needed directions to a friend's room, or, were a bit dazed and confused in general. Frost had seen both. To date, he'd only found one person that had 100% thought they belonged in the ghost dorms even though they were very much not a ghost. It had been an interesting encounter to say the least, and in the end the student was actually just a bit drunk on cider. How they got cider, Frost hadn't any idea. All he knew was that it was a very long and tiring exchange he didn't want to repeat. Still, he tried to be helpful to those who looked lost, and when he peeked his head out into the hall, getting ready for his run of the day, a very much not ghost ghoul was wandering the halls, looking slightly confused.
Ears pricked up and red eyes followed her a bit before the white wolfos went out of his room to greet her, tail swaying and slightly flicking with snow and ice bits.
"Excuse me, but, are you looking for someone?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 10:22 pm
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Ghost dorms? Oh my, how did I get so far away from my own? She looked to him with a feeling of disappointed inside herself. "I was looking for my own dorm, and I must have taken a wrong turn, and thought that this was my own. Oh dear, how do I get lost in such situations...."
Of course, she had seen the face that he had when he was trying to pronounce the name. It was the fit pronunciation, but that face was very, how would one put, different, only for the fact that she hadn't seen someone make such a face. It was highly amusing, but didn't point it out of fear of being to rude.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 2:16 pm
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A simple no, he led the way mostly in silence, occasionally pointing out a part of the school grounds, such as the shed in the distance, the maze, the lake, how to better navigate by a few land marks here and there, mostly statues and the building shapes themselves. Each was catered to a race on a whole, and each altered to suit. The undead dorms were ice cold, something the ghost was perfectly okay with. “So tell me, what are your aims here in Amityville? Just general or have any goals?” The wolfos began to task of looking for the stairs, which was just a bit of wandering.
“Ah, almost forgot, have you by chance, found any clubs yet?”
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