Room 406

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus whistles as he walks down the hallway. He swings his hard-won room key around on one finger. Sure Principal Connor forced him to room with Harris but on the other hand -

Angelus glances over at room 407 and grins.

Unpacking first. He unlocks the door and swings it open to find a perfect view of the hallway behind him.

He frowns. Squints.

Oh, that's a mirror.

Well now he knows the first thing he'll be getting rid of. He enters the room, yanks the full-length mirror off of the opposite wall, dumps it onto the bed he doesn't want to claim for himself, and starts to unpack.

He leaves the doorway open as he sorts through all his wooden hangers (not wire, never wire).

You never know who might stop by.

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[padmeofnaboo.livejournal.com]

OOC: (not wire, never wire) *snickers*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

OOC: All that leather's got to be taken care of, you know.

[padmeofnaboo.livejournal.com]

OOC: My brain is already on high wacky. Heh.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

In the search for her room, Sonia passes by Angelus's dorm and, as the door is open, can't help but to look in as she walks by. She sees the mirror, and she sees Angelus, but she does not see Angelus in the mirror. Immediately, her hand goes to the whip at her side.

Mea Dumnezeu, already? No, no. This is not Wallachia, I do not know him. Things are...different here. But I shall keep an eye on him.

Recoiling the whip, she continues walking towards the stairwell, mentally filing Angelus's face, room, etc. away.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Nope, no plot at all at the moment. Door's open to anyone. And yes, pre-soul evil version.]]

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander huffs through the door, dragging a large duffel bag behind him. When he sees that Angelus is already in the room, he shifts the duffel to his shoulder and attempts to act like it weighs about two pounds. Which is hard with the needing to breathe issue.

He tosses the bag on the bed that doesn't have a mirror on it.

"I knew you were in love with yourself, but don't you thinking sleeping with the mirror's taking it a little too far?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Vampire, idiot," Angelus lifts Xander's duffel bag effortlessly and dumps it onto the floor. Upside down. Into the dust bunnies. He then tilts his head as though he'd just thought of something. "Which coincidentally enough is what they put down on the list of who was living in this room."

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Not wire? But wooden hangers...that's just asking for a dusting! You know, one late night when Xander gets annoyed about the blood smell on his toothbrush because Angelus can't be bothered to worry about which one is whose, Xander might take a wooden hanger and...

...give it to someone else to stake Angelus with.))

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: CALL!]]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

((OOC: But wire hangers dent clothing! Priorities, man! ;) ))

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Love to! Where?]]

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander looks at his bag, and at his clothing spilling out onto the dusty floor, and shrugs. Not like it's not cleaner than his bedroom floor at home. He shifts the mirror off what's apparently supposed to be his bed.

"Yeah, but there was already one of each in the room before I came in," he replies.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Every second of being around you, Harris, and the thought of being staked loses its sting," Angelus starts to hang up his clothes, taking up both closests to do it. "Hey - did you know if I make your death look like a suicide I automatically get a 4.0 on my GPA?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Did you know I count as one of the items in this room that you'd get detention for breaking?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus held his hands out as though weighing something in each one. "Detention, dealing with you. Detention, dealing with you..."

[soldtoarmenians]

"From what I hear about the detention room, you'll wanna pick dealing with me."

Xander scoops his clothes off the floor and crams them into the dresser next to his bead, without unfolding them, which is ok because they weren't folded in the first place.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I suppose," Angelus puts his hands on his hips, studying the room in what is in no way a swishy manner. "We're going to need some ground rules. You can't be here when I have people over."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: sorry, that's my way of saying "good call"]]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Hee! La la la, never mind that Angelus is played by a dork. Though think of how good that'll do me when/if I'm forced to play Angel...]]

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander flips him off, and flops down on his bed, lacing his hands behind his head. "Not that I'd want to spend time with anybody willingly sharing a room with you, but it's my place too, pal."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Angelus drawled, "and sadly I left my giving a shit in my other pants."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Your incontinence issues? Not my concern. As long as you wash the pants afterward and don't leave 'em lying around to stink up the room."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"And we could tell over the smell of what you think is cologne?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander winces. "I'm not wearing cologne. That's Eau de whatever they're mixing up in the Chem 101 lab. Apparently when they tell the students to wear goggles an protective gear, they mean all the students. In the whole school. Or at least the ones walking down the hall past the classroom door."