[hr][hr][center][h1][color=fdc68a]October Crypt[/color][/h1][img]https://s7.postimg.org/yesx5pz4r/october.gif[/img][hr][color=fdc68a]Interacting With:[/color] [@Nallore] Carolina Reed [color=fdc68a]Location:[/color] The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth[/center][hr][hr]October chuckled for a moment, having each hand holding ball of fire. She closed her hand ever so slightly, the orb going away, before lightly shaking Carolina's hand. Her own hands always ran incredibly hot, due to her deviance. It was what gave her so much trouble when she was younger, what with the flames coming so easily, and being so incredibly hard to deal with. She noted her roommate's accent, and couldn't help but wonder what brought a Brit to America. [color=fdc68a]"October,"[/color] she introduced herself. The girl seemed to be incredibly shy from what she could tell, but October felt confident she'd drag out the girl's personality in no time. As her uncle Sylvester always said, no one actually has the personality of a corpse until you smash their brains in with a bat. And of course, even if quietness was all there was to the girl, the quiet ones always ended up being the most horrifically amazing. By then, the group of children had arrived at the steps of the Institute, with the headmaster and three others standing on the porch, illuminated by the porch lights. October felt almost disappointed at the lack of need for her flame and extinguished it, feeling the smoke move through her fingers for a moment. Her roommate, from what she could tell, didn't have an obvious deviance--which only made her more curious as to what it was. [color=red]"Welcome to the Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth, I am Headmaster Faust,"[/color] the tallest of the men on the porch said, taking a slight bow. [color=red]"You have all been assigned rooms in the wings of the Institute, corresponding to your houses and gender. Please do take a few hours to settle in, and join us in the entrance way at the stroke of midnight."[/color] Thunder boomed, followed up quickly with a lightning strike. October felt almost giddy, enjoying the cliché of the terrifying aesthetic. The prospect of some sort of gathering at midnight, the witching hour, intrigued her as well. Having never had a formal education, she couldn't help but be clueless as to what a school might entail. But at any rate, midnight didn't seem to be the typical hour for classes. [color=fdc68a]"Any ideas what's that all about?"[/color] October whispered to Carolina, as the headmaster swept away, and the three others, revealed as 'teachers' at the Institute, began to escort the students to their rooms. [color=fdc68a]"I always do love a good game of Wake the Dead...It is a good night for it."[/color]