Meeting the Roomate. (Ivan)

[Tino Väinämöinen]

Tino sighed as he finally found the dorm rooms. Between everything that had happened today and the bag that was starting to grow heavy on his shoulder, all the young blond just wanted to sleep or relax with his work. A few strands of hair fell into to his as a hand shot up to adjust the white beret. His mind was racing between everything that had happened as his violet eyes scanned the door numbers.

Stretching slightly as he came to his dorm room. “192? This seems to be the place.” His hand dug through his pocket for the key that he was given to the door. Taking a deep breath, the young teen walked through the door way to his new home. He took note of the fact had multiple beds and a multiple desks. He dropped his duffel bag on the floor, as he sat down on one of the beds. He smiled slightly as he took in the feel of the room unaware he had left the door slightly open.

Tino opened the top of his bag, as he dug through a few layers of clothes until he came to a rolled up leather case and a worn book. Sitting down on the desk, he unrolled the tan colored case as he started to work on his hobby. Everything had seemed quite which made his work a lot easier. He had just set various bottles on the desk, some of liquids others of powders, each marked in Finnish on what it contained. His light hand grasped one of the small tools that had shown its age from the various cut marks on a few spots on the handles that seem to have been torn off and singed.

[Ivan Braginski]

Ivan let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair as he walked back to his dorm. He had been at the administration office, trying to make them either give him a new room, or send his new roommate to another room, since he rather liked having a room to himself. Although it did allow Natalia to sneak in at night easier, it also allowed him quite a bit of privacy, something that was rare in a school like this.

He sighed again and shifted his bag on his shoulder, his steps slowing as he neared his dorm, wanting to drag out the time before he met his new roommate for as long as he could. He couldn't drag it out much longer though, since he had some homework that he really had to get done, plus he needed to clean up after hand-to-hand practice, which had gotten more then just a little bit out of hand that day, resulting in more than a few new injuries for the nurse to take a look at.

Ivan's eyes narrowed just the tiniest bit as he saw that his dorm room's door was slightly ajar, his new roommate must already be there then. He walked up to it quietly and pushed it open, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised as he watched the blonde sitting at a desk, working on something. So this was his new room mate, huh? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad afterall...

[Tino Väinämöinen]

Tino flipped through his notes one more time, making sure he was mixing the right ingredents, the last thing he need was to mix up the wrong ingredients, and cause the room to end up missing a wall or two. Correctly the ingredients were harmless, but if mixed incorrectly well it could be devastating. His ears picked up on the sound of feet passing back and forth from the halls, it was a slight distraction but nothing he hadn’t lived with before.

Tino had finished placing the outer casing on one of small orbs and placing it to the side, it appeared to be a basic design. A white powder and a grey powder mixed in the first glass orb, and a second one surrounded it filled with a bronze color liquid. “Alright that’s one done.” He stretched his arms as he thought, and about the next one he needed to work on. There were numerous mixtures he could build, but he wanted to keep a decent mixture.

Tino blinked when he felt something nag at him. He wasn’t aware what was going on fully, but he kept having that feeling that something was watching him. He shook the entail thought away, tossing it up to a mixture of occupational paranoia and the fact that he was in a new school. He started to work on another mixture, if he was right the mixture would work as an accelerated itching powder, but exact mixtures where never overly easy. He kept feeling like something was off, but still couldn’t put a figure on it. He lifted the glass orb to his eye to look at it, and caught a glimpse of someone from the reflection in the ball. “Gah!” Grabbing the desk, he let his heart stop pounding a little bit and turned toward the other student, a light smile on his face. “Ah you must be my new roommate. It’s nice to meet you I’m Tino Väinämöinen.” His violet eyes looked toward the other teen as he got up to cross the room to meet him.