[center][h1]Emil Günther[/h1]
Physical state: Tired
Mental state: Paranoid[/center]

On the damp ground again, for the second time in five minutes, now not minding the wetness and the cold, Emil, most certainly not rude considering the fact that he was the one propelled by this fellow materializing out of nowhere, first looked over his shoulder into the far-stretching alley whence he'd come, but couldn't notice anything out of the ordinary, except maybe that flittering bra that hung from one of cables that crisscrossed between the buildings on each side, before fixing his attention on the guy in front of him. [color=39b54a][i]Less dark now. Late night games of cards and stripping. My clear six. A cliche scene. I have to hurry.[/i]
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The body off which Emil bounced said he was sorry, to which Emil replied with a nod only he thought of as as one saying ”no hard feelings.” He got up, brushed off some snow from his jacket sleeves, and, redcheeked and squinteyed, put his hand in front of him, quickly saying [color=0072bc] ”Emil, Emil Günther. I think I've seen you before, at the campus?” [/color] to avoid having to answer any questions that might pop up, although the familiar face didn't seem like an inquisitive one. Nevertheless, he thought it better to engage in small talk, maybe even subconsciously trying to make himself forget the eerie occurrences that the new day had brought him.