A car pulls into a parking space in front of the main building. It turns off, and two men step out and start to head inside...
Meanwhile, a woman sits at the desk in the lobby, wondering why she signed up for this job. Sure she could use the extra cash, but if it meant taking the late shift... was it worth it? Being the first night of semester break didn't make it any easier. She looked forward to eating real food at home again after the diet of Ramen and cold pizza. Her stomach growled at the though of her mom's fried chicken. Hot and fresh, perfectly moist as juices burst into her mouth, but not too greasy... perhaps she could leave early. After all, who would want to check in this late at night?
Just her luck, two men walk in as she has that though. She plasters on a fake smile, but groans in frustration inwardly. "Evening, gentlemen. How can I help you?"
The men both wear long, dark grey trench coats and one of them has an Amish-style preacher hat pulled low over his eyes. He stands at 6'7" and has a long, sullen looking face that screams, or rather drones, "No Nonsense Tolerated." In fact, it raises doubts about whether it has ever formed anything remotely resembling a smile. All in all, he looks to be around his early 20s. the other man though is only about 5'10", but he has a cunning look in his eye, like he can figure out a lesser man as easy as he could a puzzle designed for 3-year-olds.
As the taller one settles into a corner and watches warily, the shorter one approaches the desk. "Yes, we were going to stay with some friends, and we were wondering if you could direct us to their building."
"Of course, I'll just need to sign you in real quick."
"Right, I'm William Winthrop, and that big oaf is John Bradford." The receptionist chuckled nervously as John sent William a reproachful stare. "Ok, who are you going to be staying with?"
"Roger Hutchinson."
"Hm, figures. Are you guys part of some special religious group or something?"
She thought she heard him mutter "Or something..." before he asked "Sort of. Why do you ask?"
"Well, you have the whole preacher get-up I guess. You even have matching cross necklaces."
She points to his silver Teutonic cross, which has a wolf's head engraved with ruby in the center.
"Ahem, anyway, the building?"
"Oh, sorry. He's in Dorm B, Suite 5A."
"Thanks, we'll be off."
"Wait, you need to sign this weapons form. Heh, not smuggling in any machine guns, are you."
John looked up almost mildly startled. "...no. Haha. Anyway..."
As the two walked out, she looks at her watch and mutters to herself. "Great... leaving late 'cause of those weirdos..."