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[color=536878][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside heading to Dorms → Mayweather Old East → Fountain → Mayweather Old West 
[color=536878][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] His cousin's men → some cool Halloween guy? → [color=salmon]Amy's[/color] door [sub][@Lasrever][/sub][/center][hr][hr]
[indent]Surrounded by men dressed in fine tuxedos and shades, the true men in black, Virgil stopped at the fork of a sidewalk that led to either Mayweather Old West or Old East. He held tightly, possessively, onto his Panasonic DVX200. Today was the day he would capture movie magic… while on his “date” with Amy Stevenson. A goddamn sweetheart that one. The young Italian pup had told his new friend he’d pick her up at her room a little before departure because he had something to do prior to that. What was this something, you may ask? 


He was officially moving on campus. Okay, he wasn’t going to stay in his dorm every night since his Uncle Leo didn’t live too far away, but he was going to crash here when he didn’t want to travel back to his family’s house. He expected late nights sneaking around and capturing glorious candid shots for his documentary. It was going to be lit. He took a moment to clean his shades and debated on whether or not he was actually going to dress up for the two-day festival. Maybe he should just be a gangster? That would be easy and not too far from the truth. Placing his sunglasses back on, he nodded to himself before following the path that led to Old East. The right one.


As he walked, all those that saw him with at least a dozen men carrying some of his shit, moved out of the way and did not meet his gaze (or any of them for that matter). Virgil wasn’t trying to be intimidating, he just had a lot of shit that needed to be in a convenient, easily attainable place. 


Why not use some of his cousin’s men to transport his belongings? 


Once he entered the building, he looked down at a piece of paper that had his dorm information: [i]Room 1B. Roommate Min-soo Myeong.[/i] Usually, Virgil would do a basic background check to make sure he wasn’t rooming with some psycho or something but the young boy was aiming to have a normal college career. That meant, he’d learn about people the good ol’ fashioned way - by asking questions, inquiring further, and ultimately, getting to know them. 


No time must be wasted. After he unlocked the door with his key card, he threw it open which announced his arrival. Virgil had no idea if his roommate was going to be in or not. Snapping his fingers with his free hand (not the one holding the camera),the short boy observed all his men piling in. They surveyed the space, from the width to the length, and whether or not they could fit most, if not all, of Virgil’s shit. This was a new dawn, a new age for the littlest Hart. Unfortunately, his roommate wasn't in. Such was life, but that was okay. He was on the clock and needed to pick up Amy. 

Leaving his men to take care of his belongings, Virgil strolled on out of his dorm with his classy suit, deciding he'd just be a gangster since he didn't want to change out of his attire. Bleh, he had to walk to the other dorm now. Why couldn't Amy be in the same building? 

The moment he stepped outside, he spotted something strange... 

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Making sure his camera was indeed on record, he approached the enigmatic being, who was by the fountain waiting... for him? Virgil looked left and then right... no one seemed to be noticing this guy with such a dope ass costume on. Unobservant teens these days. It reminded him of something from Lord of the Rings. 

"[color=536878]Heyo! Can I get a name? That's some cool effects you got going on... you know the smoke coming from your cloak. You definitely take Halloween for-serious.[/color]" 

The obscure figure did not say anything immediately. Instead, a hissing groan escaped his lips. Holding onto his camera and pointing it at his new subject, Virgil smiled, "[color=536878]Even got the act down too. Cool.[/color]" 

Virgil watched his camera screen as the figure gradually made his way to him. When the space between them was no longer and they were only inches away from each other, the unknown entity brought his scrawny and grotesque hand out to lift Virgil's chin to look up at him. There was a sour smell coming from this man and even with Virgil looking up, he couldn't make out the face within the hood. 

[b]"[color=181313]Where is Vincent...[/color]"[/b] hardily audible words left the figure's mouth but thankfully, Virgil was able to catch the name. 

"[color=536878]Vince? My cuz, Vince?[/color]" The clocked man did not say anything in return, he just kept his fingers on Virgil's chin. "[color=536878]Sorry, guy, if you were good friends with my cousin he died last year when his school burnt down.[/color]" To those who did take the time to look at the fountain, they'd think Virgil was insane and talking to himself. 

The hand let go of the young boy and hid back away under the clock.

[b]"[color=181313]Shame... I could have saved him...[/color]"[/b] There was a loud ringing noise coming for a distant, possibly the nearby church bells, that caused the figure to screech in pain. [b]"[color=181313]I...must leave.[/color]"[/b] 

"[color=536878]Wait! What do you mean you could've saved him? What do you know?[/color]"

[b]"[color=181313]I know... enough. Virgil, look for your grandmother's journal and say hi to my brothers, your dad and uncle.[/color]"[/b]

Before Virgil could even get a name out of the weird man, he dissipated in darkness. Stunned for a moment, Virgil intently stared at the fountain wondering what the hell just happened. Going to his camera and ending record, he played back his footage only to see that he caught nothing on tape... a phantom? "[color=536878]Wait... my dad only has one brother and that's his twin.[/color]" The Italian boy didn't know what to think with the sudden appearance of his possible uncle? Maybe the next time he returned home he'd tell his family about it. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. What was he doing again? 

Oh yeah! Amy! 

Checking the time, Virgil realized it was exactly the time he said he'd be at her dorm. SHIT. He was going to be late. Booking it, he ran to Mayweather Old West to pick up his date. When he reached her dorm, he fixed his posture, caught his breath, cleared his throat, and then knocked on her door, "[color=536878]You all good?[/color]" [/indent]