<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Liberty_NPT.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Professor Liberty Whitaker, Drama<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arts Building<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Whoever, NPC?<br/><br/>As the new head of the drama department, Liberty had a lot of things to do. Today she'd been in the loft above the theatre taking inventory of the costumes that had been stored up there. After hours of sorting through racks and boxes, she'd inhaled enough dust for an entire lifetime. The young professor made her way back down to the stage and headed out the back door of the theatre. Once outside she pulled a pack of smokes from her jeans pocket, flipped it open and pulled one out. She put the thing to her lips and lit it before she was even aware that there was anything out of place.<br/><br/>She took a drag off the cigarette and glanced around. Earlier this morning the campus had been awash with new students. They'd been everywhere, laughing and joking as they got ready to start another school year. Now there were no sounds of laughter or ultimate frisbee instead sounds of panic drifted to her ears. She saw a student dash towards the beach. A few more were heading up this way with frightened looks on the faces.<br/><br/>As one got close to her, Libby dropped her cigarette to the ground and stepped on it before jogging over to the student.<strong>"What's going on? Did something happen?"</strong>she asked, placing a gentle hand on the student's shoulder as she did.