(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Fatal%20Frame%20RP/6557dd01-d466-4b53-a243-f2aa3370203a_zpsec287b1f.jpg)<br/><br/>Duncan was waiting in line for coffee at one of the local campus Starbucks.  He wasn't a big fan of Starbucks coffee to be honest, but he needed some serious caffein, and he didn't want to drink an energy drink.  Those things were just garbage in liquid form.  Not to mention, not the safest drink in the world for a person, since they didn't exactly seem to be well regulated, or so the news stories said.<br/><br/>As he was waiting in line, he noticed Kassil pass by.  He didn't really know her-know her.  He just knew her name, and the fact that she went to a class or two of his.  That, and she was pretty cute looking.  Well, cute might be an understatement.  Beautiful might have been a better description for it.  However, he didn't know much about her, and hadn't really had a reason to talk to her.  And of course, there was also the fact that she was blind.  It wasn't like Duncan had anything against blind people, or anything like that, but the fact was that being with a blind person would be different then being with a person who could see.  How different, Duncan didn't know, but he was sure it would be different, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to try and venture down that road.  At least not yet, anyway.<br/><br/>Finally the line moved forward, and ten minutes (or what felt like ten minutes) later, Duncan had bought his coffee and was heading towards his class.  He already knew he was probably going to be late.  Still, he wasn't looking foreward to the reaming out he would be getting by showing up late to the class, and frantically ran towards the building, drinking his coffee as best he could as he did so, and probably giving his tongue a third degree burn in the process.  Just as he was turning a corner, somebody popped up in the way.  Seems somebody else had decided to walk around the same corner as Duncan had at the exact same time.<br/><br/>Boxing reflexes kicking in, Duncan managed to avoid the young man, but in doing so his bag contents spilled unto the ground.  "Sorry, sorry.  Shit!"  Duncan quickly appologized to the guy before he began to scoop his fallen books back into his bag.  It only took a few moments, but he noticed that the black journal from before was there with the rest of his books.  He must have put it in there with the rest of his books without thinking, and in he sleep deprived state, that was entirely possible.  The book had fallen so that it laid open, face down with its spine  upwards.  Duncan picked it up and was about to put it in his bag when he noticed something.  Red ink?  Opening the book up, Duncan was shocked to see that there was writing in the book, and not only that, but on the first page, with writing that matched his own.<br/><br/>"Ok...this is getting too creepy."  All desire from rushing to class evaperating, Duncan began to read the writing.  It was written in the first person, and it detailed what had happened the night before.  "How the fuck...?"  Duncan could see how he might have, in a drunken stuper, written his name in the Journal, but this was too detailed.  Too exact and clear-headed, not to mention well written, for it to be something he did in a drunken state and not remember it.  Something was going on here, and Duncan didn't have a clue what it was.<br/><br/>Duncan would have probably continued to ponder about the book, when he noticed the time on his wristwatch.  He wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but that didn't change the fact he had a class to get to.  Throwing the book back in his bag, Duncan got to his feet and hurried to class.  Even while he sat in class, though, his mind was constantly on the little red book in his bag.