[center][h2][color=f7941d]Arthur Steiner[/color][/h2][/center]

[i]Nothing. Nothing met Dr. Dupree or young Emil Günther out in the corridor of the Damned. The sound of stepping feet approaching them came from around the corner, further up the corridor alongside the muted whispers - or weeping - from its residents. The feet came closer, the eerie feeling of some on the hunt for the unlikely due ever approaching. But once it, whatever it was had come into view, the corridor was deserted; all except the black feather just hitting the floor.[/i]

[color=f7941d]"Dupree! Günther! Where in the name of Julius Caesar have you two been?"[/color] 

Arthur Steiner stood in front of Dupree and Emil as they appeared in the end of the corridor, the one leading down to the reception. Arthur was walking in a rather rapid pace down towards the duo, his hands raised above his head in a irriated manner, much like his whole body language. [color=f7941d]"Dupree, I do sincerly hope that your cause of abscense is Herr Günther..."[/color]

The gaze of his eyes dug themselves deep into those of Emil, annoyance yet curiousity brimming behind them as he saw his face; their faces. His face changed, now an inquisitive look directed towards them. [color=f7941d]"...What is it? You two look like you've seen a ghost..."[/color]

[color=f7941d]"Wait a damned minute; the last time I saw you two, you were outside...Jeremiah, what was behind that door?"[/color] Arthur suddenly grabbed Dupree and Sigurd by their shoulders, his grip surprisingly strong as if he wouldn't allow them to dissappared another time. 

[center][h2][color=39b54a]Jeremy Arthur Velera[/color][/h2][/center]

[center][color=39b54a]Physical status: Sweating, hand shivering.
Mental status: Struggling, but keeping focus. [/color][/center]

[color=39b54a]"Right...I'm sorry, mate, it was rather silly of me to ask for such a thing anyway."[/color]

Jeremy shoved his hands deep into his pockets, clutching them tight as he felt the shivering come back to him from the dreaded circumstances surrounding him. But he had no right to drag...whoever this man was, into the mad thoughts that were starting to fill Jeremy's mind, especially when he flat out asked him to look at a body. He turned his head in the direction he was shown, then quickly shooting his eyes back at the man once he continued speaking. 

[color=39b54a]"Yes, if it wouldn't be too much to ask of you, Sir. I've never actually been at the university myself, at least not in that section. I'm afraid I'd wander off aimlessly if I don't have any help, so your company is mutually welcomed."[/color] He shot the man a smile, if a tad forced as the winter cold was starting to get to him. His body was visibly shivering, although Jeremy himself knew it was mostly his hand, clung tightly to his thigh. Yes, it was better for him to shove his thoughts over to the arrangement of his, [b]The Lie[/b], intead of the horrible realities he was constructing in his mind that certainly could proved a form of madness. 

Jeremy pulled out his hand - the one not shivering from cold nor fear, and reached out towards Frederick with a friendly face. [color=39b54a]Jeremy. Jeremy A. Velera, please to meet you. Terribly sorry for being so brash, Sir. And you? [/color]