Ryan managed to park Joshua's car in the student parking lot and killed the engine, He stared off into space and sighed. Things were going well at first, but now it was just going down hill. Ollie...Wish you didn't run off like that. Other feelings were twisting inside of him. Uselessness, failer, fear. He was really hoping that this wasn't going to be a constant in his life now.
Moments went past before Ryan climbed out of the car and locked up. Someone was going to pick it up as some point. Look on the bright side. At least your away from the Park. he told him self as he walked to the student dorms.
Henry was there (doesn't he seem to always be?), waiting for Ryan in his own beat-up clunker of a car. It was time the boy had a talk with someone who wouldn't fill his head with dreams of sugarcane and happy dreams of spells, Henry figured.
When he saw Ryan get out of the car, he raised a suprised eyebrow. Huh, stopped using public transportation. Without further ado, he gets out of the car, locking it and closing the door, being careful that the handle doesn't stay in his hand like a few ago. His transportation secure, he just heads for Ryan, straight up. He'll either catch him outside, or once he's in his dorm room. Either one was good enough for his purposes today, since it didn't involve bullets.
((Wearing his 'normal' face, the one Ryan first met as Creepy Librarian))
Ryan rubbed his eyes as he pushed the door open. Trying to get images of Ollie out of his head was easier said than done. After all, he never suspected Ollie to end up like that. Never expected ANYONE to end up like that
After a minute he was at the door of his room and went inside. It was alot cleaner than before. All the books were neatly stacked up in small piles on the desk and the broken electronics were cleared away. Ryan guessed he wouldn't have much time for them anyway. He locked the door and practiaclly fell into bed.
Henry saw Ryan go into the dorm, and followed resolutely. He went straight to the room he found Ryan in the last time, and had his hand on the handle before he stopped himself. Manners, manners. No need to put him on his guard right off. He stopped, breathed once, slowly, and gave the door a single firm knock.
"Hm?" Ryan looked up and frowned. He wasn't expecting anyone to show up today. Well, maybe Joshua for the keys but no one else. Relax Ryan, your starting to get paranoid. Just stay calm. He managed to drag himself off his bed and approached the door. "Who is it?" He was smart enough to stand to the side of the thing. Just in case.
Henry waits a moment before answering. Just long enough to decide he doesn't want to give Ryan the slightest chance of recognizing his voice as that infamous one that tried to kill him. "Name's Henry. We've met before.", he says, using his throat to change his voice to one that's somewhat deeper, more 'croaky'; In short, what his voice would be if he had a bad cold.
Ryan stood still for a second. There was something about the voice that was familiar. Paranoia Ryan. Bad thing to develope. He shook his head and unlocked the door. He managed to get a peek through the crack. "Aren't you that guy from the library?"
Henry stands there, looking Ryan straight in the eye through the crack in the door. Paranoia. Good thing to develop. He gives a short, hacking cough, trying to make it sound like a soar throat. "Yeah, I am. You and I need to have a talk." It wasn't very subtle of Henry, but hell, sometimes just saying it outright works.
"If its about that copy about the Battle of Gettysburg, I've already returned it." Ryan said in a slightly annoyed tone. He had no idea why he was here and he wasn't in the mood for college related stuff.
"It's about Merlin and the towers of Camelot," Henry replies. He then realizes the insolent kid probably hasn't learned the art of subtlety yet, so he tries to twist what he's thinking to Ryan's own method. "You know, that project about the posible truth behind the legend." His eyes are dead serious. Come on, kid, click, you're supposed to be sharp.
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