Room 206, Tuesday Morning
May. 8th, 2007 06:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dark_slippy_thingValentine was still under his bed.
Valentine had amassed a small pile of long-lost Corn Nuts and Dorito crumbs and was guarding them like they were the only food he had seen in days. Which, really, aside from the last drop of glitter!booze, was a rather accurate assessment of his rations situation.
Valentine's door still had a chair shoddily nudged up against it. He kept thinking that perhaps he might go and move it, but that required untangling himself from the knot that he had unwittingly tied himself in back on Saturday night.
Valentine's Tuesday was probably going to suck about as much as his Saturday night and his Monday had.
Valentine had been passed out on Sunday after his Saturday night rot-gut binge, so he figured it had probably been a tolerable Sunday at least.
Valentine was not dead yet by way of large-but-nonexistent shadow tentacles, so he figured that he was doing rather well, actually.
Valentine was a very important moron, sometimes.
(ooc: Okay, now I'm just keeping him shoved under here because it seems like The Thing To Do (tm). As always, feel free to tell him he's stupid either by pushing open the door and coming in, or just hollering from the hallway. He'll be more than happy to disagree.)
Valentine had amassed a small pile of long-lost Corn Nuts and Dorito crumbs and was guarding them like they were the only food he had seen in days. Which, really, aside from the last drop of glitter!booze, was a rather accurate assessment of his rations situation.
Valentine's door still had a chair shoddily nudged up against it. He kept thinking that perhaps he might go and move it, but that required untangling himself from the knot that he had unwittingly tied himself in back on Saturday night.
Valentine's Tuesday was probably going to suck about as much as his Saturday night and his Monday had.
Valentine had been passed out on Sunday after his Saturday night rot-gut binge, so he figured it had probably been a tolerable Sunday at least.
Valentine was not dead yet by way of large-but-nonexistent shadow tentacles, so he figured that he was doing rather well, actually.
Valentine was a very important moron, sometimes.
(ooc: Okay, now I'm just keeping him shoved under here because it seems like The Thing To Do (tm). As always, feel free to tell him he's stupid either by pushing open the door and coming in, or just hollering from the hallway. He'll be more than happy to disagree.)
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Date: 2007-05-08 06:41 pm (UTC)"Valentine? Are you in there?" she called out.
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Date: 2007-05-08 08:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-08 09:10 pm (UTC)"I haven't heard about you being around in a while, so I thought I'd come check up on you." Boy, this place was a mess. "Where are you, anyway?
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Date: 2007-05-09 04:15 am (UTC)"Under here," he said, "and I may just stay back here a while longer, too."