Over at UCLA
The ride over on the bus is pretty much as to be expected. The shuttle is crowded for most of the ride, and the trip over the 405 Freeway is pretty intense, and fast paced. The patron on the bus seem to come from all walks of life, from the starving student to the prudent business man, to the young street tough, posturing for his homeboys.
Sitting across from James, is a young girl perhaps five to six years old. She plays with an old rag doll, and has her dark hair in braids. She plays with the doll, oblivious to the whole world around her, she giggles and laughs, as her mother seems to busy herself with a phone call on the cell phone that seems quite heated.
Sitting next to Dexter is an older man dressed in a grungy jean jacket and torn jeans. Under the jacket is a faded blue shirt, and his face has scruff and craggy wrinkles and his old dark eyes seem jaded and distant. He glances over to Dexter lazily, and mumbles something under his breath, something bitter and hateful. His dark hair is wild and greasy, and he constantly checks his watch, as if he is waiting for something. Every few moments he mumbles a few words to himself, before checking his watch once more, a disturbing if methodical pattern.
Eventually the shuttle bus arrives near the UCLA campus, and the team makes their way onto the campus just before four in the afternoon. The campus is alive with students, and staff. Dexter I able to find the professor’s department, and finds out that he is finishing up her last class for the day.
When they arrive many of the students are gathering their books, as she confers with several students at the front of the auditorium. On the board behind her is a white board with lecture notes and examples of various alphabets for the students to take note of. Most are common but some are quite obscure. Professor Wilson is an older woman in her forties possibly with a round figure, and short graying hair. She wears a black sweater and a long gray skirt, which reaches her ankles. Her face is not cheery, and more or less angry and bitter. Her voice is shrill, and coarse, and her manner equally pleasant.
Professor Wilson finishes with her last student and turns to Dexter, “Do you have any questions, I am quite surprised at all the questions, because today’s lecture was straight forward, but I have a few moments, though I would suggest you look over the lecture notes before you ask me a stupid question,” she says gruffly.
Dan and Sakura, I await to see what you are doing at this point in time.
