[Room 206, Wednesday Morning] Wandering In

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine never did have a good grasp of time.
Yesterday, he had managed to somehow squeak into the office to sign in and even to hit up the lawn party to meet with his odd, not-quite-right-in-the-face-but-still-pretty-helpful big sister.

Heck, he had even managed to sign up for a few classes.

But one thing he seldom had a knack for was restraining himself to just one room for long, so he hadn't bothered to make his way to room 206 to scope out his living space until mid-Wednesday-morning. There had been so many important things to do during the course of the night, after all.
First and foremost, scouting about for all of those places that Alanna had told him one could eat. He had found a very intriguing box not far from his dorm room which seemed to hold food in it, but he hadn't quite managed to figure out how to get the food out of the box yet.
A mission for a later date. The night had been tiring, and, even though it wasn't his tower, Valentine was ready to investigate his room now.

He stopped in front of room 206 and took a deep breath as he dug about in his pockets for his room key. He found it, and in short order the key clicked in the lock and Valentine rubbed his hands together before pushing the door open.
...

Well, it certainly wasn't anything as extravagant as his tower, but it would do.

He stepped inside and looked about the room. There was one half of the room that gave him a sort of prickly feeling-- that feeling of impending doom that he always got when he went near something even remotely dangerous.
Probably using his better judgment, he kept to the side of the room that didn't feel like it had it out for him, he sat down cross-legged on his bed, and he pulled several glowing orange spheres from his coat and began to juggle.


(OOC: The door might be open just a weetiny crack-- Valentine is open for interaction with anyone who doesn't mind him asking what in the world is wrong with their face, and, of course, his shiny paranoid new roomie.)

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[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 was hidden under so many blankets, but woke at the slight disturbance in the room air. Putting on his best morning scowl, he tossed off his coverings, revealing dark blue pajamas with white trim. Never let it be said that he was without a theme.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine grinned at the scowling individual who had just sat up in the bed on the other side of the room.
He didn't know he was being scowled at-- these faceless sorts, they were so difficult to read expression on.

He caught the spheres that he had been juggling and he held them out to his sides, bowing flamboyantly.
"My name is Valentine, and I'll be taking up residence in this little corner of the dormitories." His Irish accent made him sound even more smug than he intended to come off, but he was a performer at heart, and so he didn't much care. "I guess that would make us roommates."
He quirked his head to the side thoughtfully.
"And who might you be?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Why do you want to know?" 6 asked, scowl intensifying.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine was only slightly taken aback. Only slightly.

"Pardon me if I'm wrong, but I do believe you asked me first. And I answered. So I thought that perhaps the next step in our roomie-dom would be getting to know what in the world I'm to call you, now that I've gone and introduced myself."

He leaned forward slightly, setting the glowy spheres on the bed beside himself.

"Or are you a secretive sort. Ooh, scary." The grin on his lips was the only indication on his masked face that he was probably joking.

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"My number, sir, is 6," Number 6 said. "And I value my privacy. As you must understand, since you wear a mask to hide your features."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine probably would be blinking, were his eyes any larger than weetiny little peepholes.
"To hide my features? I assure you, this is my face, and these are my features. I think you, my numerical friend, might be a little confused as to which one of us is lacking somewhat in visible features."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Number 6 peered at Valentine. "If this is an attempt to confuse me, it won't work. Far more sophisticated minds than yours have attempted to break me and failed."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Far more sophisticated?" He tapped a finger to the side of his head and smirked. "Mine is the mind of a very important man. You could say... I'm a mastermind of sorts. It's everyone else here who is bloody daft, can't you see? No proper faces. Not a single one. I think that perhaps it's me that people are trying to confuse, here. I'm wise to it all. Valentines are never caught off-guard."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Number 6 harrumphed. "Who do you work for?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Work for?" Valentine laughed. "I work for no man. I'm all for me, and... mostly just all for me."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"An independent contractor then," 6 said. "Very well. You'll get nothing from me. As long as we are clear on that point and you do not violate my side of the room, you should present only minor annoyance."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine smirked and leaned back against the wall, picking up the spheres from his bed and rolling them about on the backs of his hands.
"Well, glad we got that sorted out. I wouldn't want to be a major annoyance. Not unless I was actually trying to be, at least."