<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Juuzou.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Damon Deville<br/><strong>Monster: </strong>Fallen Angel<br/><strong>Age: </strong>18<br/><strong>Day and Time:</strong>Monday Morning.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Creepateria<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Pheobe/Open.<br/><hr/><br/>Damon gave Pheobe's hand a gentle squeeze of acknowledgement and let it go. Damon blinked at her mention of the coffin-shaped phone. "Sure, I got one..." he grinned, pulling an out of his pocket a very out of date looking device shaped like a set of fangs, "It's a flip-fang!" he grinned, thinking himself as the most hipster cool person there in the creepateria for still having one. "Charges fully in two hours and battery lasts for a full week..." he bragged, "No nighty charges and running out of charge come the late afternoon for this daring devil!". The dialogue of the metaphorical web that Pheobe seemed to have full knowledge of seemed to blur by Damon some however...<br/><br/>"So we need to get a fearleader interested then?" Damon pondered, "One who has a boyfiend too... Then I guess he'll bring his fellas and then other creepers who'll want to be seen as cool will wanna come too, right?" he asked. "Firstly... You're amazing... Secondly... Which fearleader d'ya reckon will take the bait?" he added. It was a lot of questions to ask a ghoul, though Damon figured he could learn a thing or two from Pheobe and how easy it seemed to hook the other students into this already, why it was only a minute ago he thought all this up! "I'm guessing the head fearleader will probably be the real prize to hook into this gathering, right?"