<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Ririfinal1_by_vactuart-d9pkdvm.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS843-0710<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occult Historian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Basement 8:15 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Angel, Riley<br/><hr/><br/>"Sam Raimi's deep cuts basement, check." She stood there on the second to last step for a moment, remembering the sequence in Scooby Doo where the gang would come to this very hallway and the music would kick in and ghosts and stoners and talking dogs would appear and disappear from doors at random. "That's a no on gifts and fun and kisses, but we might be golden on newt tails." Battery drain mode on her phone shone into the shadowy crevices of the plaques to illuminate letters.<em>Krik-krik-krik. </em>The app wasn't meant to make a noise, but there it was. But it was a choice between shining the light outward or seeing what ripples of energy appeared on screen, and the clear choice was illuminating those shadows.<em>Krik-krik. </em><br/><br/>"An almost inaccessible cellar with names on the doors? I don't get it." She tried a reserved door, and another, and another. Sometimes as these older foundations settled, a doorframe could warp just enough that the latch no longer seated fully. With the heat of an actual medieval pitch-fueled torch toasting the sleeve of her catsuit, she found the one loose block in the Jenga tower, steered the still locked knob in, and stepped inside.<br/><br/>It was the kind of room she half expected to find that pledge boy tied in, except that there weren't any boys. There had almost certainly been some kind of muffled noise.<br/><br/>A black exercise mat, woman-sized, permanently dimpled by the squeeze of nylon rope. Probably from storage, she imagined. Pegboard for temporary shelves lightly burdened by a few key tools. She lifted what looked to be a play cricket paddle with a heart-shaped hollow near the striking point making it most unsuitable for batting. Her finger passed through the hollow as she showed her fellow scavengers. "Does this qualify as a little life? Something lifeless? I'm not sure what it is, but it looks quirky."