Room 303, Home sweet home

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter unlocked the room and looked around. Not exactly what he'd been used to, but all things considered, he'd seen worse. "Alfonse Elric" was his roommate, but Walter didn't see any sign of him around.

Shrugging, he chose the bed farthest from the window. You never knew what might come crawling through your window at night, and with Alucard in London, that left Walter with a definite dearth of someones he'd want crawling through his window. No offense to this Alfonse guy, but he'd rather have a moment to wake up before he had to start fighting.

It didn't take long to unpack - a few books, a few clothes (Alfonse might be one of the few people to ever learn that Walter owned more than just formal attire.)

Work (what there was of it) completed, he kicked open his door and propped open a window in order to lean out and have a cigarette. "This Elric guy had better not be allergic to cigarette smoke," he muttered to himself. Everyone was these days, it seemed.

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[OOC: Anybody who wants to say hi to the freshman, I'm trying to get a handle on this place. Walter will smile and be friendly with anyone who shows up.]

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Completely unable to sleep, Pip wanders by in his pajamas. He pats his pockets and grimaces. He nods towards Walter. "Don't suppose you'd let me have one of those?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter nods and tosses the pack to the kid standing in the door. "Feel free." He tosses a lighter to follow it, trying to go easy for the sake of the guy's monocular vision. "My name's Walter. Are you new here, too?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip catches both with ease, having had years to get used to monocular vision, and lights a cigarette. "Yep. Already having jet lag problems. Pip Bernadette," he says, extending a hand.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Good catches. Walter makes a note not to make too many assumptions about this guy, although the accent makes the guess of French nationality a fairly obvious one.

"Walter Dornez." He takes Pip's hand and shakes. "What do you think of the place so far?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Exhaling smoke, Pip smiles. "I dunno. It's kind of odd. I mean, Grim Reaper, vampires, witches. Aliens. Humans from other galaxies. I think I saw a dragon. Robots. And the principal. The principal scares me. Still, looks like it will be fun, if nothing else." He takes another drag on his cigarette. "Still, girls are cute. I take it you're from England, with that accent?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yes. England." Walter leans out the window and watches some of the students still trickling into and out of the building. "Some of it's very odd. I missed the dragon, but talking to the anthropomorphic personification of Death is a bit... yeah. Odd.

Sounds like you've gotten around more than I have. What looks fun to do?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's a town I intend to visit sometimes soon. And obviously they've got a lot of stuff on campus I haven't looked at. That reminds me, I need to check my weaponry with the firing range, ASAP."

Pip yawns wide. "Sorry to bolt after just meeting ya, but I'm jet lagged in ways that are difficult to explain. I'll catch ya later, alright? Maybe we can check out the town together, or something."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Nice meeting you."

Walter's starting to think it's about time to turn in as well. If Alfonse comes in afterward, at least he'll have a chance to meet his new roomie.