[RL with Spike!]
Shito sat at his computer, conversing thoughtfully with the vampire from another universe. He found it oddly easier to relate to people over this 'internet' thing, which was perhaps why he was being so chatty tonight. Of course, the vampire was a monster that deserved to die, even more than Shito himself.
His room in the dormitory was quiet and dark, the only illumination from the screen itself. Shito's room was filled with stuff, odd bits and figurines and bizarre things. In one corner was a life-sized statue of Colonel Sanders, for starters. There were old signposts and other statues, and all sorts of bizarre artifacts. On the shelves were a riot of little plastic figures, all arranged precisely.
The room was cobwebby and run-down, the window cracked and the wallpaper peeling and faded. The dorm only housed four people, and one of them was gone. It wasn't well-maintained, which was perfect for a bunch of zombies, in a way.
His room in the dormitory was quiet and dark, the only illumination from the screen itself. Shito's room was filled with stuff, odd bits and figurines and bizarre things. In one corner was a life-sized statue of Colonel Sanders, for starters. There were old signposts and other statues, and all sorts of bizarre artifacts. On the shelves were a riot of little plastic figures, all arranged precisely.
The room was cobwebby and run-down, the window cracked and the wallpaper peeling and faded. The dorm only housed four people, and one of them was gone. It wasn't well-maintained, which was perfect for a bunch of zombies, in a way.