<div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Olivia Solomon<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS-148-0537<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Alchemy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Basement, Running for her Life<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Suzanne, Lakresha, Angel, Riley, OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Normally, Olivia wasn't big on hugging. Then again, normally, even Olivia didn't find herself running for her life from unearthly creatures presumably intent on causing her harm. As such, she found herself clinging onto Suzanne in the closet as if her life depended on it (and perhaps it did), the embrace growing even tighter as the demon-mannequin entered the room. Perhaps one ray of light seeped into the closet (other than finding someone so nice to hold on to in times of terror) was the apparent arrival of the cavalry as one of the other incoming freshmen, armed with a paddle of all things, seemed to enter the room, hopefully with others in tow. For this was something she would not relish facing alone (or at all for that matter.)<br/><br/>And then... on the shelf, another dim sliver of hope. With her face still buried in Suzanne's shoulder, Olivia asked, "Is that disodium tetraborate on the shelf up there?"