Room 206, Sunday Evening
Sep. 30th, 2007 07:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dark_slippy_thingValentine was staring at his reflection in the window. It was funny how, after dark, with the lights on inside the way they were, he could see himself there, staring back, mask and all.
Nobody else here had a mask. That was odd.
Or maybe it was perfectly normal. Maybe he was the odd one here, and he was hiding something horrible under this mask that he had been so convinced was his face. Maybe if he were to just reach his hand up around the edges of his mask, like so, and peel it off, he'd see something that would jog his memory, or something.
He looked at the mask he was now holding in his hand and he frowned. It didn't seem the most practical sort of face for anyone who had something to hide to wear, did it?
Deep breath. Okay, 'Valentine,' moment of truth.
He looked at his reflection. And it was the exact same face staring back at him. His breath caught and he curled his lip and he tried again. Nobody was crazy enough to wear more than one mask, what was going on?
Nothing. And again. And again. And again! And again! It didn't matter how quickly he pulled the masks from his face, every time, it was the same face staring at him! The same, completely abnormal, impractical mask.
And nobody else here wore one.
(Open for interaction, if anyone sees the need to boggle at a small pile of masks and the guy bent on removing them.)
Nobody else here had a mask. That was odd.
Or maybe it was perfectly normal. Maybe he was the odd one here, and he was hiding something horrible under this mask that he had been so convinced was his face. Maybe if he were to just reach his hand up around the edges of his mask, like so, and peel it off, he'd see something that would jog his memory, or something.
He looked at the mask he was now holding in his hand and he frowned. It didn't seem the most practical sort of face for anyone who had something to hide to wear, did it?
Deep breath. Okay, 'Valentine,' moment of truth.
He looked at his reflection. And it was the exact same face staring back at him. His breath caught and he curled his lip and he tried again. Nobody was crazy enough to wear more than one mask, what was going on?
Nothing. And again. And again. And again! And again! It didn't matter how quickly he pulled the masks from his face, every time, it was the same face staring at him! The same, completely abnormal, impractical mask.
And nobody else here wore one.
(Open for interaction, if anyone sees the need to boggle at a small pile of masks and the guy bent on removing them.)
