[color=FEE5AC][b]Dinah McBride / female / 21 / hero
Location:[/b] Centerville Community College, Library[/color]

Dinah wasn't one for late nights studying in the library, but her roommates had picked tonight of all nights to host a party in their apartment, so this was the only other option. She had a paper due at midnight and had done very little of the required reading for it, so the endeavor was taking longer than she would have hoped. Tired of staring into the screen of her laptop, the blonde sat back in her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling deeply before raising her head to look around the room. She realized that she was the only one left in the room, which made sense for campus on a Friday night. If only her professor had given them till Monday, she thought to herself glumly. 

She jumped slightly when a voice behind her asked, "Hey, Dinah, you planning on being here much longer?" The young woman turned her head to see the middle aged janitor standing in the doorway between the library and the hall.

[color=FEE5AC]"Give me another hour?" [/color]she pleaded, [color=FEE5AC]"I'm nearly finished, I'm sorry, Garry," [/color]she apologized, getting up from her chair with a slight stretch as she looked at the time on her phone.

"You can be here until I have to leave," he conceded, "Although I'm going to vacuum in here, so it's going to be noisy," he warned, plopping his mop in his bucket and rolling it off to the side as he began to unravel the vacuum cleaner's long cord and plug it into the wall.

[color=FEE5AC]"That's fine," [/color]Dinah replied, [color=FEE5AC]"I need a breather anyway," [/color]she grabbed her empty water bottle of the table and slipped out of the room as Garry turned the vacuum on, the load hum of the machine filling the library and echoing into the hall. 

Dinah walked down the dimly lit passage and fished in the backpocket of her jeans, smiling when her gloved fingers closed around a roll of cash. A snack from the vending machine didn't sound too bad right about now, she was craving pretzels. She turned the corner and stopped next to the water fountain, unscrewing the cap of her thermos and holding it under the spout, patiently waiting as the water trickled into the bottle. She stopped filling it when the faint sound of metal scraping metal reached her ears. It was then she realized that she wasn't alone, slowly turning her eyes down the dark hall to see a human form crouched in front of one of the doors the red light of the "exit" sign beyond silhouetting them in a crimson glow. She wasn't sure if this person had noticed her presence yet, or what they were doing (though it look suspicious), but she was rooted to the spot, unsure of whether she should approach, go get Garry, or pretend she hadn't seen anything.