Cor blimey, there are a lot of Arthurs here.
Who: Arthuria Kirkland
What: One cranky, sleep-deprived englishwoman roaming the halls.
Where: Hallway
When: Early morning before classes
Why: Looking for a handkerchief she dropped before she goes home.
[Arthuria stares out the window, rubbing her tired eyes as the rays of sunlight made its way inside the school building. At least she could finally turn the bloody torch off and get the hell out of there.
She had spent just about the entire night roaming the school for supernatural phenomena, and even if she'd wanted to go back to the dorms (which she did at some point), she'd been locked into the school area.
Now she remembers something. She dropped her handkerchief earlier. Her favorite one too.] Bloody hell! It has got to be around here somewhere...
What: One cranky, sleep-deprived englishwoman roaming the halls.
Where: Hallway
When: Early morning before classes
Why: Looking for a handkerchief she dropped before she goes home.
[Arthuria stares out the window, rubbing her tired eyes as the rays of sunlight made its way inside the school building. At least she could finally turn the bloody torch off and get the hell out of there.
She had spent just about the entire night roaming the school for supernatural phenomena, and even if she'd wanted to go back to the dorms (which she did at some point), she'd been locked into the school area.
Now she remembers something. She dropped her handkerchief earlier. Her favorite one too.] Bloody hell! It has got to be around here somewhere...