[center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1]
[sub]Interacting with: [color=9e0b0f]Dominique Astorio[/color] [@Leslie Hall][/sub][/center]

Coming from Teddy's office, the cafeteria was on the complete opposite side of the campus. Joryldin was tempted to sprint it, use the strength he was given and make it over to the rest of the freshmen in a matter of seconds, but he was unsure of whether that would be in poor taste. None of the other vampires were moving faster than a brisk jog, so it was always better to err on the side of caution. Besides, he had some papers to fill out and didn't feel like losing them in the wind.

Bright moonlight lit up the academy as beams of green and white filtered through the clouds. The errant splashes of color against the navy blue night looked like something straight out of a modern art gallery. Lines blurred together and shapes lost form; it was almost difficult for Joryldin to make out the path as he took in the sights. A bitter gust of late-autumn wind snapped him free of the picturesque scenery's grasp, however. Were he still alive he might have been able to tighten his hoodie and tough it out, but the cold pervaded every corner of his body. Every inch of skin was freezing, all of his muscles were rigid. Hell, he could feel what was left of his [i]organs[/i] getting cold! 

It was nigh on unbearable. Stuffing the coursework into the oversized pocket hanging over his stomach, he took off towards the cafeteria. Running as fast as he could would clearly be uncouth, so the fledgling kept up his act by maintaining a straight posture and pretending to be on an [i]exceptionally quick[/i] jog.

He slipped into the cafeteria with all the silence of an alleycat. Even the lone guard who noticed him had to do a double take to make sure he didn't just imagine the student appearing out of nowhere. Heat wafted out from the kitchen, providing welcome relief for the freezing undead. Each of the caffeteria's inhabitants seemed to be quite preoccupied with either work or socialization, and most of the tables had at least three to four seated at them. His best bet for privacy was a lone round table near the south wall housing a single ornery vampire seated with his back to the window behind him. 

[color=0072bc]Sunlight above... I could learn a thing or two from that scowl. Whatever, if he wants to be left alone I just won't say anything.[/color]

Joryldin weaved his way through the crowd and sat across from Dominique. He pushed his hood up and hair out of his eyes so he could see properly. It was another vampire, no need to take those precautions, and Joryldin didn't plan on even looking at him anyway. He removed his coursework and pulled a pencil from his back pocket. There was a lot to fill out, and it was irritating work since Teddy had already shown him that the school already possessed most of this information. Vampire's love their busywork, apparently. Bored and a bit confused, Joryldin stuck the pencil in his mouth and reread his work. In an effort to satisfy the two itching spears in his mouth, he absentmindedly bit into the wood and poked multiple holes in his utensil.