Gabriel Abbiatti | Skinwalker [DONE]

College had to have been Oliver's favorite place, or whatever.. what would you do if you were in a situation where you just appeared in the strangest place there ever was.. with his best friend nowhere to be found, and completely at lost. No job, no money.. gosh how was he even going to pay for this place? But this was a relaxing zone, and this relaxing zone was needed.. he needed to keep himself busy, so that he could try to figure out what the heck has been going on? It felt like a week, a week of complete utter chaos, mainly confusion because this place seriously needs some work. Despite on the fact of how boring this city was, Oliver was mainly worried because he had no idea where his best friend; Jazmine was. Him and Jaz practically grew up together, she was like, the coolest boy-girl he's ever met, mainly because she was a complete tomboy. Him and Jaz spent a lot of their days camping, or just hanging out while doing outdoorsy stuff in general, and although he may be older than her, sometimes it felt like she was older than him.. perhaps because of how childish he could be? Regardless, she was missed.. and I mean like, heavily. He had been exploring the city for quite some time, until he finally just decided to try to study, on two things.. witchcraft, and schooling in college, because well, surely, there will be small jobs that he can get into which the college could provide. Oblivious of the fact of whatever has been happening in campus, Oliver found himself wandering the dorm halls.



Standing five foot nine, the light tanned complexioned twenty-three year old male looked pretty young, younger than his age, and is often mistaken for a teenager. His built was of your average, pretty small looking, but not as fragile, and well fit. Brunette hair was normally wild, however it currently was up kept, and brushed off more toward the center and up; giving a very old fashion Elvis Presley type of hairstyle. Oliver's hair was short; not really reaching his shoulders.. but if Oliver's hair was wet, it would fall at least to his ears, the front part would seem to be longer than his whole head. His eyes brows were quite thick, however, not too bushy, perhaps maybe just naturally playful looking, like his expression, even while making a serious face, Oliver probably most likely wouldn't be taken seriously. At the time, he was wearing his glasses, which made him look pretty nerdy! Which wouldn't be a surprise, Oliver was a very nerdy individual. Ollie was wearing a rather tight steel blue shirt with a light blue undershirt that is seen pass the color of his clothing, hanging out to compliment his neck and most likely the style in general, making the steel blue color look more of a dark gray. On the left part of his shirt where his chest area was, is a small patch, which is most likely the logo for his shirt's company. The patch said; JO, the J, and the O being intertwined in a way as if the J were sitting on top of the O. The pants Oliver wore matched entirely, they were jeans, but they were light blue just like his undershirt, to complement his outfit, and his shoes were just your regular black sneakers.



As Oliver walked down the dorm halls, with a pretty large backpack hanging off the left side of his shoulder. He was holding the bag with one hand, only wearing on the straps, though the bag looked pretty empty.. from the outside anyways, and in his other hand was a few books, but only one of the books were for school, the others were looked like a Harry potter novel. Apparently, Oliver was looking down, so he was paying no attention to anyone stepping out of their dorm.. until he managed to somehow bump into Sawyer Grant, who happened to have been coming out of his dorm room. Oliver ended up dropping the books, and he almost dropped the damn backpack too. Thankfully, he didn't fall himself, but he wouldn't dare to admit that he was a little startled. I mean, what was he doing looking at the ground anyways?



"CRAP I'm so sorry..."



Oliver responded with a dramatic over emphasize to 'crap' in his sentence while lightly laughing and kneeling down to pick up his book, though he hadn't noticed that the Harry Potter book ended up sliding across the floor, a bit farther from where they were. Oliver's voice was quite articulate sounding, though there was a slight wind toned to it, which made it sound only lightly crisp, though it had a slight Russian sound to it.. which was heard sometimes, depending on the word he says; however, Oliver hid that quite well. He felt pretty silly walking into someone like that. Ollie's light brown hues drifted to Sawyer as he picked up the school book from the ground, he couldn't help it but to give Sawyer an apologetic smile.