This choice: Darius, thin guy with a bit of tone • Go Back...Chapter #4Darius, thin guy with a bit of tone by: Dragonien   (originally posted by Sylvan, re-posted by me, to allow other threads to be added)
Darius got off the bus, rucksack over one shoulder. He looked up and down the tree-lined street at the mass of students, new and old, bustled about. "Campus Town", the strip of restaurants, copy centers, drug stores, bars, and clothes shops, ran between the dorms and the main university buildings. It was where students and faculty alike came to socialize. It was also where the Greyhound Bus had dropped him off.
The butterflies he'd suppressed after the explosive send-off from his father and older brother now came back in full-force. He was acutely aware of how light his bag was. Everything he owned, everything he'd been allowed to take after Dad's explosive "college is for nerds" diatribe, felt woefully inadequate.
He checked the letter he'd gotten and oriented himself in the sea of foxes, horses, wolves, badgers, cougars, rabbits, mice, and other assorted students. Grantham Hall was about four blocks west.
His stomach rumbled but even though the nearby "Campus Subs" looked enticing, he knew he'd better save his money. At least the dorm covered three meals a day. He would see if he could get a bite, there, after checking in. Even with a rail-thin physique, he had decent muscle tone and wanted to keep it up. He hefted his bag and began walking.
Grantham Hall was one of the older structures and seemed attached to one of the few class buildings not in the main strip. A faded, brass sign announced the neighboring facility to be "Azimuth Hall - School of Metaphysical/Biological Studies". He raised one brow at that, thinking it must be a relic from when the school was founded over a hundred years ago. It was attached to his dorm by a second-floor skyway, under which was a small, tree- and shrub-lined plaza set with chairs and tables.
A fantastic smell was wafting out a propped-open door in that courtyard.
His stomach rumbled again.
Realizing that the old "Metaphysics" building might, now, be a dining hall or something, he nodded to himself. It would make more sense than modern students studying magic and the occult. Deciding that he would check it out as soon as he was settled in, he walked in to Grantham Hall.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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