[hr][center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

It rang a bell alright; but between the crushing existential dread of existence, trying to memorize his syllabi, and catching up on the 100+ years of common vampire knowledge he was missing, Joryldin didn't exactly have time to think about the potentially insidious secret club of people with common decency. He frantically tapped away at his phone's keyboard, trying to convey this to Evalyn. After spamming her with at least five separate messages of explaining instead of sending it all at once like a reasonable person, the fledgling vampire let out a sigh and took off down the road at top speed. 

[color=0072bc]"I'm OMW as fast as I can. Tell the Class Pres I'm sorry and I had a lot on my mind, which I'd rather keep there so I don't fail my first semester before it's even started."[/color]