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GM Parkhurst Hotel Lantern Hill, Freedom City, New Jersey Friday, January 4th, 2013 12:01 AM A thundering series of knocks echoed from the door to the elderly Rene de Saëns' room in Parkhurst. It was far later into the night in which any sane person had any business knocking on any doors. In fact the only reason the artist was even at the residence was due to the fact he had deemed it too late to waste time that could be better spent sleeping with a trek to his own home. Stirred awake by the commotion Rene groggily made his way to the door. On the other side of the door he was treated to the visit of a pale thin looking woman dressed in an authentic French soldier's uniform from the Napoleonic Wars. To anyone else her yellow tinted eyes would have a strange glow about them, but under Rene's particular gaze they had a dull if not slightly uneven sheen to them. Long strands of unkempt hair settled onto the shoulders of her uniform. From Rene's perspective the woman had a bold outline and a distinct mixture of coloring that made her surrounding area easily confused for a synthesist painting rather than one born from impressionism. "Please...I need your help. A darkness is coming." The woman's words came out as if she was pleading, but not a trace of emotion showed itself on the canvas Rene was staring at. She came off as cold, detached, almost robotic really. But there was a sort of honesty all the same. Inside the mind of one very special Grue, Freedom City, New Jersey Friday, January 4th, 2013 12:01 AM After the college's entire student body had finished their third surprisingly coordinated and choreographed dance number it had come time for lunch. Daphne Celeste, the spunky heroine who seemed to spend every waking hour with her two closest friends and practically no one else, had just absent-mindedly crashed tray first into new student Devon Lee. Sending a plate full of pasta and other assorted mess inducing foods all over his letterman jacket and the girl stumbling onto the ground. No one questioned why a new student already had a letterman jacket on his first day. It just simply was. The cafeteria was filled with silence as both Daphne and Devon suddenly got an inordinate amount of attention. "What no breadsticks?" A laugh track played overhead. Not that anyone acknowledged the unmistakable sound. Devon stretched his hand out to help the girl to her feet.