Casper hears things in the (depths) wrote in repose,
Registration: Casper & Manning
Casper was running a little late. Not a lot late, just a little, and there were already people there, talking and conversing, by the time he got there. He was dressed for the cooler weather, dark sweater and blue jeans, a ratty old grey scarf wound around his neck.
He looked around after grabbing his name tag, clipping it to the edge of his scarf, not that he knew what his partner for the hunt even looked like. There weren't many names in the community that would seem familiar, and of course, he couldn't be paired up with one of those. No, a stranger with a strange name, and he was hands in his pockets as he looked around, the lower half of his face hidden by the bulk of his scarf.