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THE ULTIMATE BATTLE BEGINS

Nov 30, 2008 22:36

DATE: The day after Clark's arrival!
CHARACTER(S): Clark Kent dailyplaneteer, and Jan Valentine bitchin_beanie
STATUS: Complete
SUMMARY: Jan surrendered the room (and bed) to that Kent guy once, but he doesn't intend to spend every night roaming the ship. It's time to stake a claim.
LOCATION: Cabin 202

( All is fair in love and war. But mostly just war. )

†jan valentine, †clark kent

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dailyplaneteer December 1 2008, 06:58:00 UTC

Clark heard the loud pounding on the door--extremely loud, especially when one had super-hearing, although he had at least heard the footsteps coming up the hallway before the knocks had begun. He wrinkled his nose a little, shaking his head to stop the ringing in his ears. Well, it seemed that his charming roommate was back. He put his glasses back on and combed his hair in place before he went to open the door, rolling his eyes a little.

"Hello--Oh! Hello, Mr. Valentine." He said, looking surprised. He smiled. "Thank you again for letting me have the bed last night...I er, apologize that you ended up... where did you end up sleeping?"

bitchin_beanie December 1 2008, 07:09:16 UTC

Jan allowed a grin to split his face as the door opened. First impressions, as a man with a faceful of piercings could tell you, were everything. He didn't move from that peculiar insolent lean, and took care to look his roommate carefully up and down. He allowed a brow to quirk itself up disdainfully.

He didn't even have to act that part out, really. The guy wasn't very impressive. Sure, Alucard himself was a pretty skinny fucker, but at least he had an aura about him, something that pretty much said fuck with me and I eat your goddamn brother. But this Clark kid? Nothing. Just a skinny little fuck with glasses.

Jan would have no problem.

"Yeah," he finally said, as if he'd come to some final judgment and found Clark wanting. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, 'cause it ain't fuckin' happening again."

dailyplaneteer December 1 2008, 07:20:54 UTC

Clark nudged his glasses a bit further up his face, letting his smile sit pleasantly on his face as Jan very obviously sized him up. Clark didn't mind. He couldn't really disguise his build or stature, but everything else came easily.

He took a hasty step backwards into the room, as if realizing he was blocking the doorway. He knocked into the dresser as he did so, sending a couple of books he'd set there earlier falling to the ground.

"Er--"

He looked back at Jan. Oh, not this again. Not that Clark wasn't flexible, but really...the bed was gigantic.

"Well I... suppose that's fair." He said after a moment.

bitchin_beanie December 1 2008, 07:31:51 UTC

Jan couldn't really help but snort when Clark knocked into the dresser. Clumsy too, huh? He had his work fucking cut out for him! As the doorway was freed, Jan casually pushed himself off of the doorway, pocketed his white-gloved hands, and strode into the room like he owned the entire thing.

And he did, really.

Or at least he would shortly. Maybe he could even manage to get Clark to move out altogether, wouldn't that be fucking sweet? But his brother would have told him to focus on matters at hand, so Jan dragged his attention back to the issue again.

"Course it's fuckin' fair!" Jan aimed a wide, lazy grin at the man as he passed him. "Des this look like the sorta face that would try an' cheat you?"

Trick question, of course. A yes and Jan had every reason to get pissed -- and start a fight, he hoped -- and no, and he'd as good as won!

Jan moved to the bed and sprawled himself out across it, turning a sardonic gold stare onto his roommate. Life was good sometimes.

dailyplaneteer December 1 2008, 07:42:29 UTC

Clark picked up the books from the floor and placed them back on the dresser, taking the extra minute to line up their spines with one another. Once he'd finished he turned back towards Jan as the other man strode past him smugly.

"I certainly wasn't implying anything about your character." He said, an apprehensive half-smile on his a face.

As his roommate sprawled himself on the bed, Clark scratched his chin idly and chewed on his lower lip, as if trying to work up the courage to say something.

"And then we'll switch back tomorrow?" Where on Earth he was supposed to sleep in the meantime was another question. He sighed internally.