oldbetsy | Ghosts n' Stuff

[larryface]

Who's that weirdo stalking around the girls' dorm building?

Mutters and dirty looks weren't exactly subtle as they trailed him around campus, but for what it's worth, Larry has long since learned to shrug off dirty looks. At least when they were directed at himself. As it is, the suspicious looks and creeped out muttering go seemingly unregistered as he focuses down on a device in his hands that looks suspiciously like a Gearboy. Occasionally he stops, squeezes down on the shoulder buttons of the game system, then moves on with a deep frown.

There are moments that he has to stop and apologize when he bumps into someone, and more than once they start to yell, at least until they realize that he's already walking away from them after a cursory 'sorry 'bout that'. It's only when he pauses to perch on the back of one of the campus benches to thumb impatiently at his phone that he even stops at all, still looking down with that almost constipated frown and paying no mind to anyone else.

Still with the staring and the stink eye. You'd think they'd never seen a ghost hunter before.

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[oldbetsy]

"What a creep!"

Ah great, here comes Miss Loudmouth. Helga had just plunked her change into the one half-stocked vending machine on her floor when her neighbor rounded the corner with her roommate. The pair were the bane of Helga's college life thus far with their loud enthusiastic chatter cutting through the meager wall between their rooms.

She also knew if she didn't get a jump on it either of the girls would nag her ears off so as she hit the buttons for her salty evening feast Helga cocked a brow upward and called out, "What's got your shorts in a twist?"

Her neighbor rolls her eyes dramatically. "There's this guy outside sneaking around the dorm." She waves her hands as if dismissing this phantom creep, wrinkling her nose at the same time. "What kind of loser tries to catch peeks that way?"

Helga purses her lips at that. She'd been aiming to just veg out in front of her laptop but a guy skulking around outside sounded more entertaining honestly. She wasn't in the practice of picking fights quite so much anymore but what the hell, she might as well do her civic duty and gain some entertainment from it.

So chip bag in hand Helga heads back to her room. Being on the second floor had it's perks and apparently this was one of them... not that many of the other girls would consider it a perk.

She takes a moment to open her bag and then slams her window open like she means business here, starting her shouting before she even gets a look out the window to see if the guy is even still around.

"HEY! TALL, DARK AND CREEPY!"

One arm folded across the window sill still cradling her bag in her hand Helga leans halfway out.