"Shut up, Skinner." said Alan sternly.
"Yeah, shut up!" said Mina.
Alan, Mina and Skinner were sitting next to each other waiting for Prof. Renfield to come and lecture them, but since ten minutes had passed and he was yet to appear, which in the unwritten yet staunchly followed charter of the University student meant that they were obligated to leave, which they did.
The Cafeteria was quickly becoming a regular hangout for each of our heroes individually, since it was within close proximity of most of their classes. Mina had accompanied Skinner and Alan to the cafeteria, mostly because she was so busy trading verbal barbs with Skinner, that she didn't bother to do otherwise, and soon found herself sitting at one of the biggest tables alongside Skinner, Alan, Nemo and someone else she recognized soon enough.
"Mina, hi." stammered Jekyll.
"Err... Yeah, hi." answered Mina as she remembered what Dorian said to her about Jekyll doing drugs at Lucy's party.
"It's awful, isn't it?" commented Nemo.
"What is?" asked Alan.
"Your Professor Renfield was found dead this morning"
"Oh, my god"
"...with two puncture wounds in the neck"
"Gunshots?" asked Alan.
"No, it appears to have been the work of an animal, though the body was drained of blood, there was none anywhere near the body."
"Jesus Christ, that's bloody horrible..." started Skinner, "Hey, does this mean we get an A in the course?"
Mina and Alan looked at him in disbelief.
"What! I'm just Askin'!"
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Skinner took off his wet trench coat and tossed it onto the rack, turned on the stereo to listen to some music and collapsed in exhaustion onto the couch and closed his eyes.
It was mid week with two days left to the weekend, he had spent the day between going to lectures and hanging with the new crew that consisted of himself, Jekyll, Alan and Nemo, Mina seemed likely to become part of the gang, once she got over her irritance from him and her odd fear of Jekyll.
Speaking of Jekyll, he wondered where was at the moment. He looked at the clock which read ten-thirty in the evening.
Suddenly, Jekyll stepped out of his bedroom, his hair combed in a fashionable manner, was wearing an elegant suit and a golden Rolex. It was all unlike Jekyll who spent the day in Jeans and long sleeved T-Shirts.
"You're dressed up well, got any plans?" asked Skinner "Hmmm, you must be Skinner."
Jekyll's voice was somehow changed, and was filled with arrogance and spite; he looked at Skinner with disdain.
"Yeah, it's Skinner. Are you alright, Henry"
"Henry isn't home, it's Edward."
"Oh, so you're Edward. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Ro"
"I know who you are, Henry told me about you. You're the ponce from Manchester"
"Ponce!" Skinner asked, shocked at the unwarranted hostility Edward was treating him with.
"Yes, that's how Henry described you. An ignorant buffoon "
"Look, you're lucky you're Henry's brother, or I'd kick seven shades of Wednesday out of you"
"Well then, there's no reason for me stop. Of course I have more pressing matters than pointing the numerous disgusting aspects of you."
Edward walked out of the apartment, leaving Skinner to stair at the open door, amazed at how accurate Utterson's description of Edward Jekyll was.
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Nemo sat at his computer, having finished the computer scripting assignments that were handed out today, and were considered difficult to others but were merely a form of intelligent of entertainment to him. He now started sending out e-mails to his father, one of the top industry moguls in India, his mother, an internationally renowned women's right activist as well as his brothers scattered in several universities in Europe and the United States.
Once he was done with all of that, he decided he was going to help out his neighbor and friend Alan in fixing another registration error that resulted in Alan's incapability to attend a course he had signed up for.
Hacking into the Universities mainframe was just another challenge and pleasant exercise for him, he had after all hacked his first computer at the age of eleven, and was able to access Scotlandyard's system by the time he was sixteen. It only took him a few minutes to fix the screw up, get out and turn off his computer.
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"Dammit."
Dorian had nicked himself while he was shaving, and now it was bleeding like a cracked dam, he cursed as he pushed a hand towel against the wound and went to answer the ringing phone.
"Hello." he said angrily.
"Hi, Dorian, it's me"
"Hi, Sybil"
"I'm sorry, dear, but I can't come over tonight, rehearsals you know"
"Fine, is that all"
"Well,... Dorian, are you alright? You seem upset."
Dorian sighed in frustration, "I'm alright, I'm fucking peachy"
"Dorian"
"Look, I've got to go." said Dorian as he slammed down the phone.
He went back to the bathroom to take a good luck at the cut, puling the towel away.
It wasn't that bad, really, it is a lot better than he thought, the wound was almost sealed and well on its way to fading. Which is strange since he remembered it being particularly painful.
He shrugged it off and realized he had to smooth things over with Sybil in the morning, and do something with her before the weekend when he'd take out Mina.
He put on his shirt and went to sit in the hall, in his first night for himself in a long while. Going to college, hanging with socialites and seducing beautiful girls can be very stressful, after all.
Speaking of which, he was discovering that Mina was starting to turn into a slight object of obsession. He usually wasn't drawn to red heads, but upon seeing her she had awoken feelings in him he seldom felt. While he obviously felt lust on a regular basis, she made him feel it exceptionally, whenever he was in her proximity and talking to her, he'd be overcome over with the urge to have her right there. He'll be very proud when he will finally lead her to his bed.
Nothing good was playing on the TV, so he crouched by the cabinet, looking through piles of DVDs for something he could pass the time watching. But his pursuit was fruitless as he had couldn't muster any the interest to watch any.
Finally, he came upon an unmarked DVD, a homemade one. He couldn't remember what it was. He figured it was a home movie he had shot with a particularly bold girl who he had taken home one night.
For the sake of it he loaded the DVD into the DVD player, expecting to see himself starring in a sex tape, which wasn't the case as the DVD turned out to be the one Basil had shot of him, sitting in the window frame, talking nonsense.
"My names is Dorian Gray, I am... Basil, what am I really supposed to say? Should I just keep yammering on? Talk without actually saying anything? Alright, I'll do it... Yada yad yada gobble gobble gobble. I'm a male chauvinist pig, god save the queen the fascist regime god save the queen she is no human being."
Dorian felt slightly puzzled as the movie stopped, he didn't remember calling himself "a male chauvinist pig", how was it possible?
Looking closer, he could see a scar on his cheek on the screen, one on his left cheek, much like the one he had right now which was quickly fading.
"What the hell?"
His mind rationally came to a natural deduction, that since he was pretty drunk the day Basil shot that movie of him, he said some things he didn't remember and had a similar scar at the moment, yes, it all made sense.
His mind shelved the whole thing as he pressed the eject button and looked for something else to watch.