[color=f7941d][h2]Douglas Song[/h2][/color][color=f7941d][h3]Centerville Community College[/h3][/color]

Getting into and about the dorms was no real issue, in fact it was no trouble at all. Students of the campus and otherwise went about their lives, yet all the talk of any importance was about how someone must be hiding something here. It was almost a celebration to them, not that they needed an excuse to party anymore. Having some sort of conspiracy about the college related to all this was just feeding their attention and drive for excitement. The usual drinking had only escalated in response to this, as had activity. What it created for the outsider in Song was an easy route in.

Having made it a point to focus in upon just which part of the building it was, the man continued wandering and inspecting the dorms. Fortunately he wasn't aging to the point he could no longer blend in; his discipline and lifestyle, internalizing his lessons and his [i]qi[/i], they gave him the liveliness and vibrancy he needed. So between sidestepping the few people hanging about in doorways and conversing, others playing about with any amount of booze one could imagine, he continued to the more quiet side of things and found what he was looking for. A set of rooms, but just which had any evidence to further explain the road Song needed to follow was lacking. Perhaps again inspecting the outside to then work in would point him to the way? Each shot was centered with purpose and the messengers delivering their message were decidedly clear in their precision.

Or, more likely unknown to him, the scarf-wearing man might well just encounter their former owner.

[@Little Italy]