Tuesday Night All Around the Dorms

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*DEATH, leaving the clinic and setting aside his research into the life and times of one Bob Fosse, stalks the halls of the dorm. It is the stalk of someone who has done it for a living for both past and future. There is an engulfing, almost professional, sense of dread as DEATH walks through rooms, walls, and, periodically, people. The sparks of his eyes glow brightly and, if such a thing were possible, it would seem that DEATH is brooding.

DEATH, however, does not brood. He simply cannot fall out of practice.*

((OOC: DEATH has things on his mind. Feel free to stop him, if you can see him or are familar with his sense of dread. If he walks through you, its the oddest thing you've ever felt.)