At room 217...

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River sits on her bed inside the propped-open door to the room, jotting down notes and potential strategems in a college-bound notebook. She's prepared snacks and drinks for hosting, and as soon as everyone interested in the investigation of Hellboy's disappearance arrives they can begin their discussion.

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River shuts her eyes, dizzied by a sudden burst of intuition and vision, and sees --

-- a lean grey girl, fleeing through trees and underbrush, heart pounding with fear and exertion, while behind a lupine semi-humanoid figure pursues --

-- the girl scaling a tree in sheer desperation, as a foaming jaw closes just below her heels --

-- the beast, slavering, circling the base of the trunk, hunger rasping through its belly like sandpaper, knowing prey is just beyond reach --

-- and River opens her eyes in sudden realization. "Oh, gods, Chiana --" she blurts. She goes pale, turns from the window, and snatches up a paper bag as she sprints out the room's door. Never thought I'd think this, but thank you Angelus --

And she runs.

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[ OOC: continued here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/69427.html) ]