Who: Opium and College What: Yielding to temptation. When: Tuesday afternoon. Where: College's dorm. Warning: Drug use, sexuality... the usual.
Curious the way things could change in just a matter of hours. Yesterday, not much later than this, he was braving the cold with his cane and more layers on than any normal man needed and less than twenty-four hours later he was whistling cheerfully as he glanced down at the yellow post-it note of directions and then back up at the college campus he was wandering around on.
His cane was still clenched firmly in one hand, even though he no longer needed to depend on it to walk, and his hat sat at a slightly downward angle to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun. A long charcoal-grey coat hung open and his scarf was draped over one arm, enjoying the brisk air as it sunk through the front of a button-down shirt. It was amazing what one little visit and a couple of pipes could do for his spirits.
Surprisingly, Nihilism's directions were impeccable and he was standing at the door to a dorm room in no time, glancing around with a curious sort of amused look on his face. He'd never been in such a place and he was absorbing all of the strange sights and even stranger smells. But if he could get a hook on these young ones again... if he could rekindle his power the way he had in London, with the bourgeois youth, he would have quite the footing again. How sweet of his darling Nikolai to send him in this direction after he was quite finished indulging himself.
He raised a hand and knocked on the door, finally sliding his hat off and holding it in the same hand that held his scarf and cane. He looked rather dapper, actually. Utterly out of place in a college dorm, but he wouldn't have it any other way.