(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Fatal%20Frame%20RP/6557dd01-d466-4b53-a243-f2aa3370203a_zpsec287b1f.jpg)<br/><br/>"Oh you mother fucker!"  Duncan would have kicked the printer, if he had owned it.  No, he would have German-suplexed the printer if he owned it. No, he would have taken a sledgehammer and used it as a pinote, then German-suplexed it, then kicked it, then...yeah, well, it wasn't his.  It was the universities, and it, once again, was jammed.  At least Duncan didn't have to be in class, this time.  The last time, it had made him five minutes late to get to class because his essay had jammed, and he had needed to ask somebody to fix the bloody machine.  Still, it was irritating as fuck.<br/><br/>15 minutes later, and Duncan had managed to get somebody to fix the machine, and managed to print out his essay.  With a huff, he threw his library books back into his school bag and headed back for his dormitory room.  He still had to go to the boxing club to workout, and do some more research.  School wasn't easy, he had known that, but he hadn't expected to have to deal with the demonic printer from hell.  He'd have to ask one of the librarians when they were going to replace it, because he was at the point these days where if he could get it for a few dollars, he would spend the money, just so he could kill his arch-enemy, and piss on the hole in the desert he buried it in.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>It was somewhere around 8 PM when Duncan stepped out of his shower, toweling himself off still.  It had been a good workout at the gym, and he had really laid it into the heavy bag.  He imagned that he'd be pretty good for his fight coming up in a couple of weeks from now, though he would have to be careful.  Duncan was in good shape, but he felt his cardio could do a little better.  Granted, not smoking might help that, but oh well.  Duncan sat down in his chair after he had pulled on a pair of blue jeans and poured himself a shot of Canadian Club.  He tossed it back, then turned on his computer with one hand while the other drew out a smoke from a pack resting on the wooden computer table.  He took in a deep draw from the cigarette, then began fumbling in his school bag for his books.<br/><br/>Four books were soon on the table, which Duncan thought was odd, as he had only taken out three books from the library.  Or at least he was pretty damn sure he had taken out three books from the library.  Putting the three he knew of asside, Duncan picked up the forth book.  What the hell was this?  It didn't look like a library book, with it's black cover and back, not to meantion its size.  A journal perhaps?  Duncan leafed the book open, looking over the blank pages.  Well, it didn't have a name on it.  Perhaps somebody had accidently left it with Duncan's books?  That would be pretty damn odd, but whatever.  Duncan supposed it wasn't that big a deal.  Duncan placed the book on the desk, a few inches away from the other books, and began opening his web browser to see what he could find in the libary database in relation to his studies.