[h1][color=gray]Harmon Rottlage[/color][/h1]
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The garden was always a nice place to stroll. The vibrancy. The serenity. The day was bright and clear, which was well and good on its own. But Harmon especially liked when a veil of fog rode through. Reminded him of the peaceful isolation of the Ivory Deer Community. The gates. The stone fence surrounding the area. Wumberak, that giant, lovable dog-monster, hobbling on his three legs.

Memories.

Harmon marched along the stone trail weaving in between the brush, swaying his camera ever so subtly to take in the scenery. All this at the heart of the academy. What a place. His second year here would hopefully turn out to be an enjoyable one. The first was just getting used to all the machinations. The classes, the staff, the students... not a lot of the latter two enjoyed his presence much. In fact he was the subject of a rumor among some of the younger that the son of the Slender Man had enrolled. He didn't pay that one much mind. In fact, the whole ordeal got him interested into internet horror mythos as a whole. So no harm done.

He crossed into another trail. To his left, a young woman was seated, simply enjoying the scenery. Harmon attempted to recall if he'd seen her before but... his memory has always been so terrible. As he walked by, he slowed a bit and waved meagerly with his free hand. And a scant thought inched through his mind.

[sub][i]Pleasedon'tbemean...[/i][/sub]
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[@Mr Allen J]