#srkt8prototype

Rosaline sat boredly on her bed in the dorm she was assigned to. It had only been a day or so since she had been in the institute, yet she hadn’t seen her roommate. The Lalonde saw the others stuff sprawled in the middle of the room, yet the other was no where to be seen. It didn’t bother her at first, she liked the silence after all, but being alone after curfew and having no motive to sleep made one lonely after some time.

It may have just been that the roommate entered at a later hour, slipping in when Rosaline was fast asleep but nevertheless, even if she never saw them anyhow, she wanted to meet the person. Make no mistake, Rosaline had contemplated on more than one occasion of going through the others stuff to determine whom this anonymous figure was, as well how they were in general. Of course, she couldn’t risk the other walking in on her doing so. Because of such, she’d have to find out when the other would be out of the room to do so.

Dan sat in his chair and rubbed his face. The Assistant Headmistress had interrupted his perfectly fine day of background checks to finish up her consults with the kids. At least there was coffee. He sipped the black liquid from his cracked mug and for a moment he remembered the old diner.

He picked up the first folder. "Vriska Serket," Oh this was gonna be good. Oh, this was gonna be REAL good. A special russian project. No one had done the background check, and all the faculty had found so far was that they were in NO WAY to reveal to her what she actually was. Dan loved a challenge, and he wanted an excuse to call that one buddy of his anyway. Saldy the fun part would have to wait.

He walked out to his waiting room, the crappy thin carpet and dull chairs he couldn't do anything about, but he made sure the pictures had been replaced with black and white portraiture. Classy ladies, just waht a waiting room needed.