12-07-2007, 03:07 AM
Been a couple of years, it seems. 
And this post is weird, I'm still trying to feel out Valentine's character.
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And this post is weird, I'm still trying to feel out Valentine's character.[html]
From the shuffling of feet and the undeniable smell of dampness that he couldn't quite shake, Valentine would have almost been completely oblivious to the fact someone else was there. That was, until he had peered just around the corner of the shelf a little bit to investigate this sudden oddity that was placed against what had become the norm. At first he wasn't quite sure he had much of anything in the shadowy entrance but a long shadow, which would have made normal sense. But this was no ordinary shadow either, it was distinctly wolf. He leaned out a bit more this time, dark brows furrowing with thought as a grey fellow finally slipped into view, the silence by then had become quite awkward. As his expression relaxed, partially relived that some madman hadn't been standing in the open passageway, and that he hadn't been entirely out of his mind for smelling what he had (and hearing).
“You've been outside,” he said with disregard to the obvious, rocking back behind the shelf to put back the book he had just grasped absently. “I wished the storm outside would die down already, the whistling is beginning to get quite annoying against the rest of the quiet.” Little things that he should have been able to shut out were near impossible to really do at times, especially when it came time for sleeping. If insomnia was an inheritable disease, then it was quite possible he had gotten it from either one of his parents (who had their own definition of what sleep was), but more so it had along the lines of trying to settle in. He had met a few familiar faces, but remotely Valentine was still quite the outsider. “But you're someone I haven't met yet, despite a few of the others,” he prattled on, again stepping out from behind the bookcase altogether and making his way up to someone was evidently looked to be his elder in the right light.
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“You've been outside,” he said with disregard to the obvious, rocking back behind the shelf to put back the book he had just grasped absently. “I wished the storm outside would die down already, the whistling is beginning to get quite annoying against the rest of the quiet.” Little things that he should have been able to shut out were near impossible to really do at times, especially when it came time for sleeping. If insomnia was an inheritable disease, then it was quite possible he had gotten it from either one of his parents (who had their own definition of what sleep was), but more so it had along the lines of trying to settle in. He had met a few familiar faces, but remotely Valentine was still quite the outsider. “But you're someone I haven't met yet, despite a few of the others,” he prattled on, again stepping out from behind the bookcase altogether and making his way up to someone was evidently looked to be his elder in the right light.