Tale_Weaver
First Post
University Of Denver
You hear a voice from behind the door. "Angelica? Yes, do come in please." You open the door and step inside the office. Vince is behind a rather large desk with papers scattered all over showing flow charts and legal documents. Vince himself is behind the desk flipping through a black book with no jacket on it. There is a huge map behind him with pins stuck in various locations. Other than the two chairs that sit in front of Vince's desk, there isn't much else on the actual floor, most of what Vince has in his office resides on bookshelves that line both the left and right walls. You close the door behind you revealing a coat rack with a worn out wool fedora and a leather bomber jacket hanging off it.
Vince looks up at you and puts the book down on his desk. "Angelica and...Ruby was it? Good to see you. I have a class soon so I won't have too much time to talk but I'll be back in my office at 6:30. I'm sure you have a lot of questions."
The College of Business was a rather large, stately building with many Corinthian columns adorning the front facade. It was three stories tall and consisted of endless hallways, dozens of dated, yet historical looking classrooms, and dozens more of professor's offices.
Professor Jones' office faced South and was one of only three offices in that hallway, the other two of which were not occupied at this time of day.
As expected, there was a light visible beyond the frosted glass door, signaling to Clover that her Professor was, indeed, therein.
'I still don't understand why he would take our story to the police. Was he trying to cause us trouble? Did he think he was doing good? And does he now know what we are? Vampires?'
Before knocking on the door, she looked over to Ruby and nodded at her reassuringly. Though she had found out only a little while ago that she was younger than the Almish girl by only two years, she still felt almost like a big sister to her. Maybe it was their difference in maturity? Ruby was constantly upbeat and chipper. Clover was more serious and cynical. Though Ruby was 20 and she was 18, Clover felt a need to protect the girl who had grown up in such a secluded setting in Wisconsin.
Finally, Clover knocked on the door and called out, "Professor? It's Angelica Edwards. May I come in?"
You hear a voice from behind the door. "Angelica? Yes, do come in please." You open the door and step inside the office. Vince is behind a rather large desk with papers scattered all over showing flow charts and legal documents. Vince himself is behind the desk flipping through a black book with no jacket on it. There is a huge map behind him with pins stuck in various locations. Other than the two chairs that sit in front of Vince's desk, there isn't much else on the actual floor, most of what Vince has in his office resides on bookshelves that line both the left and right walls. You close the door behind you revealing a coat rack with a worn out wool fedora and a leather bomber jacket hanging off it.
Vince looks up at you and puts the book down on his desk. "Angelica and...Ruby was it? Good to see you. I have a class soon so I won't have too much time to talk but I'll be back in my office at 6:30. I'm sure you have a lot of questions."