VALENTINE, vincent.

Student Name: Vincent Valentine
→ Criminology (major) / Cognitive Science (minor)
Year: Senior
Day/Evening: Day

First Period: The Political Economics of Crime and Justice
Second Period: Senior English
Break
Third Period: Biology 102
Fourth Period: American Government and Politics

EXTRA CURRICULAR: Swimming

CHELSEY | horrorshops
Minnesota. CST.
AIM; act disgusted
GMAIL; murdertropolis@gmail.com

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Looks like I've lost my roommate again. How the hell does he disappear so quickly and so often?

... And my books.

It's strangely quiet tonight.

That's never any good. And where the hell's my roommate run off to?

Still haven't found my books, Rikku.

There's only so many different places you could have hidden them.

[A pause. Clicking noises in the background, as if he's looking around the network. Small shuffling. Another pause.]

... Well, that's nice. It's always refreshing to see the studentbody of Evergrove taking an immediate interest in the personal lives of others.

I don't even think I want to know.

In any case.

Finally.

Figures he'd show up right as I got all settled in. It looks like I'll be moving down the hall, then, Sephiroth. Here's hoping your next neighbor doesn't cause a lot of trouble. If they do, you have full permission to punch me. Wait, no. Bad idea.

Anyway.

I'm still missing a few of my books. Kaplan, if you're the one who took them, I'm going to kill you. I need those. How else am I supposed to study?

Damnit. Maybe I'll pay the bookstore another visit.

And I wasn't worried.

The year hasn't even really kicked off yet, and we already almost had another drowning victim. Figures. Must be a bad omen. Or maybe she wasn't drowning. That'd be great. I'll just pretend she was. Works out better for me that way.

Let's hope I don't have to save your life often, Rikku. Seems like it'd be kind of an exhausting job.

Anyway.

... What the hell happened to my books?

Classes weren't that bad. Went better than I expected them to, really.

Well, except for that little problem I've seemed to develop. The one where I keep seeing a particular Alexander Kaplan shadow everywhere I turn. Weird. Really weird. Asshole.

... Still missing something, though. Seriously. Where the hell is he.

Thanks for the coffee, by the way, Claire. I needed it more than I thought I did.

And here we go again.

I suggest everyone ignore that idiot running around campus. Probably has a nametag stuck to the front of his shirt. Kaplan? Yeah. More trouble than he's worth. Trust me.

Where the hell is Veld, anyway.