The name's Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland [Stefan]

[Arthur Kirkland]

Now, Arthur wasn't anything like James Bond....yet. He was aware of that. He didn't have all the cool gadgets, perfectly trimmed eyebrows, or women for that matter. Though he did have potentional as a spy and could look quite well in a nice black suit, but that aside. Having talent for it wasn't everything though, after all practise was key.

And the English boy did so a lot. As a child he was the best in hide and seek. Needlessly to say with 3 older and stronger siblings, it was better to hide, than face them and be beaten up. J-just sometimes, he didn't run away from them all the time. He wasn't a coward you know. There was no place for cowards at the acadamy.

Arthur had recently gotten accepted and today he had finally arrived. He was excited to improve his skills. He had snatched away a map of the school. Okay, you could get them for free by asking for one but what was the point in that.

Currently, this boy had managed to fit in one of the trashcans. It was luckily not so gross since it seemed to have been emptied not too long ago. He peered through the opening to see if anyone was coming. He was trying to find the best way to his new dorm room without being seen by others, because that'd meant he could get in and out any time he wanted and no one would know. J-just in case it might come in handy.

After the hallway seemed to be emty he had to struggle a lot to get out of there again. Seriously couldn't they make them a little bigger? After a few good minutes he was out and on his feet again. He shoved the trashcan to the side. He quickly put another trashcan on top of it and start to climb on them. One final step was to get into the vents, down to his room.

[OoC: Just going to assume it's okay for me to rp~ ]

[Stefan van Gent]

Just like Arthur, Stefan had been accepted into this school quite recently. He wasn’t as fit or strong as some of the other students, but the Belgian could be quite dangerous in his own way. And then we aren’t talking about the small collection of fire arms in his room. While Stefan liked practicing with his guns, trying to perfect his skills, he had never actually killed a man. He had shot plenty of targets, cardboard cut-outs, and even a few people (some of which accidentally), but nothing to be fatal.

No, Stefan’s real weapon of choice was his computer. With his trusty keyboard beneath his fingers, he could move around in virtual space at an impressive pace, and find the information that would give him protection, or something else he needed.

He had already been to his dorm earlier, when none of his roommates had been there. He knew he would most likely spend the first few days hacking into his roommates’ computers and getting some leverage on them, as he was sure they would have an eye out for him as well.

Currently Stefan was making an exploration trip through the school. Not in James Bond style though. Just regular walking, as that sufficed just fine for Stefan. He had already found a map online, but maps never gave you everything you needed to know. Like in a video game, the map showed you where you needed to go, but said nothing of the monsters you needed to defeat along your path, and those were just as important to be aware of.

Speaking of monsters. As Stefan neared his dorm room once more, he suddenly halted. There was a boy. On top of two trashcans. Apparently attempting to climb into the vents. Well, that was odd. He stopped and watched for a moment, wondering what he was trying to accomplish. Perhaps he’d lost something, though that was a rather strange place to leave your things. Either way, he was curious and he wanted to find out more of what was going on here.

“Ahem.” Stefan cleared his throat.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur had managed to climb on the first trashcan without much struggling. He climbed in lots of things so this was quite a piece of cake. He leaned with his back against the wall and steadied the second trashcan. He wouldn't want to fall down in the process of climbing this one. I mean, imagine the noise. His cover would be entirely blown.

He made a mental note to find an easier way to get up the vents because this hogged up a ridiculous amount of time. Luckily not many people were in the dorms or on their way to them. So up to now he hadn't been noticed by anyone. Which was good. Even though this trip had already been lasting 2 hours. He would have to try to narrow it down to 15 minutes max.

He sighed and carefully tried to get up on the second trashcan. It turns out these things weren't so stable and definitely not built for it. He however had climbed worse things so managed to keep his balance somehow on the top. He carefully got up, but was startled by the sudden noise.

He tried to grip the ceiling, vents, something but unsuccessful and met an unfortunate fall backwards as the second trashcan slipped and fell off. Arthur landed down on the hard floor . He let out a groan and glared at the person who had made the annoying cough. This was obvious his fault! If he hadn’t coughed or whatever he wouldn’t have fallen. Even though Arthur was the one that chose to willingly climb that dangerous obstacle it still wasn’t his fault he fell.

[Stefan van Gent]

Obviously the other hadn’t been paying close attention to his surroundings, as he appeared to lose his balance right after Stefan had made himself known. He made a face when the other boy came falling down. Ow. That has got to hurt. That glare didn’t look very nice either. As if he was blaming Stefan. Which he absolutely had no right to do. He had just been curious to know what the guy was up to up there.

“Are you alright?” He wanted to know, a little worry sounding in his voice, though he would be lying if there wasn’t a bit of amusement in there as well. Because come on, you can’t blame him from finding it somewhat funny to see such a cartoon-esque fall happening right before his eyes. And Stefan had nothing against a little schadenfreude. Even occasionally when he himself was the target that was being made fun of. He did have the ability to laugh at himself when it was funny. This guy could learn something from that.

“You shouldn’t climb on top of those.” Or, at least not without someone there to keep the trashcans steady or break his fall if he did fall. Which he did. And it wasn’t Stefan’s fault. “What were you even doing?” He asked curiously, glancing up at the vents before looking down at the other, offering him a hand to help him up. Even if he had not been the cause of the boy’s fall, Stefan was still a gentleman, and this guy looked like he could need a hand.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur raised an eyebrow slightly at the question from the other boy. Was he okay? Yeah sure, falling down from trashcans about 2 maybe 3 meters backwards, that was nothing, he was used to it. He really wondered what wasn't obvious about the fact he was in pain on the foor thanks to him. OF COURSE HE WASN'T okay!

He tried to keep his temper however. No use in trying to pick a fight now. Besides he was bruised and would lose a sift fight now. "Yeah I'm bloody fine." he said groaning as he tried to get up. He siged. "Thanks for the advise, but I found out myself already." he bite his tongue trying not to snap at him.

He took the boy's hand and let him help him up. "Thanks." he mumbled and brushed the dust off his clothes. He looked up at him. "O-oh nothing, that's a secret." he hoped he could leave it like that. He really didn't want to explain to him how he wanted to escape from his room without being seen.

In attempt to be polite he introduced himself. "I'm Arthur, by the way." he stuck out his hand for the other to shake it. "And you?" he asked wondering. He wasn't curious or something but was annoying not knowing who made him fall down.

[Stefan van Gent]

While the other claimed to be ‘bloody fine’, he didn’t sound very convincing. He looked rather grumpy, though that was to be expected after a fall like that. Stefan helped the guy up to his feet again, giving him a sheepish smile as he refrained from snapping at him. He knew that the boy had found out not to pull a stunt like that, of course. He had a first row seat, after all.

“A secret?” Stefan asked, a certain glint in his eye. “Careful with those around here. Someone might try and take a look up there for themselves to see what you were up to.” He noted. Of course he was aware that this implied that he would go take a look there later, though he wasn’t actually planning to. He was a bit curious as to what prompted such a silly action (really, use a ladder at least), though he wasn’t one for the spying work that included too much climbing and sneaking around and legwork. He much rather investigated in his room with his trusty keyboard beneath his fingers.

“Stefan. Pleased to meet you.” He introduced himself, shaking Arthur’s hand. He looked the other over for a moment. Didn’t look too bad, apart from the frown. And it wouldn’t hurt to take care of those eyebrows. Well, it would most likely hurt a little. Just a little sting. Stefan could work his magic on those, no problem. Anyway, he was getting ahead of himself. He didn’t even really know this guy yet, so he wasn’t going to pluck at his facial hair.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur looked at Stefan. Was he implying he’d go up there. “They can go ahead, they’re not likely to find out.” He said shrugging. It was true, nothing but dust and spider webs and what not were to be found in the vents probably. In other words, Stefan could climb it and find nothing so that was fine. This was also a reminder he’d never hide anything in there in case the boy would go look poking for something.

Though he did hope Stefan would somehow forget- oh who was he kidding he couldn’t travel through the vents to his room anymore. His cover was blown. He looked at the boy. He was quite tall and rather thin. He wondered what his specialty was. Maybe spying too, he could easily fit through small windows and climb the vents.

“Where are you from? If you don’t mind me asking. You’ve got an interesting accent.” He asked politely. Some small talk wouldn’t hurt, besides it was always nice to know a little more about the people here, in case you end up with them. He didn’t seem like a direct threat to him, so maybe he could become an ally? Though he didn’t seem the most perfect one, better look around some more.

[Stefan van Gent]

Stefan gave Arthur a small smirk as he said he could go ahead and check. It could be a bluff to keep him away, but it could also be the truth. Perhaps it had been a simple exploration mission for future reference. Stefan shrugged in reply, but made sure to make a mental note of these vents. If he ever heard something weird going on there, he would know who to blame.

“I’m from Belgium. Flanders, to be exact.” He told the other. He gave him a short look over, as if he could guess the boy’s origin from that. He was actually thinking of his accent though. “I’m guessing that you’re… British?” He tried. Stefan had watched enough hours of British television to be able to recognise several accents. He liked to think that his own English leaned more towards sounding British than American as well, though sadly he had to admit that his accent was still mostly Dutch. It was a useful skill to be able to conceal ones accent, though one that Stefan wasn’t capable of.

“Hey, what dorm are you in?” He supposed the other had quite a common name, but he could recall an Arthur on the list of his dorm mates. It would be a funny coincidence if it was the same guy. And it would ensure that he already had something on one of his dorm mates. He didn’t think Arthur would appreciate it if he spread the word about his fascination with the vents.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur nodded briefly. "Ah okay." he already had guessed Stefan was from around the Northern part of Europe, based of his name and light Accent. He couldn't be American. Arthur nodded again to confirm Stefan's prediction. "Yes, I'm from England, london actually."

Grabbing a piece of paper, Arthur briefly looked at it. "I'm apparently in 191. And you?" he didn't know who was in his own dorm yet. Since he had merely arrived. His suitcase was already there but he hadn't checked himself where it was or whom he was sharing the dorm with.

He hoped his roommates were quiet and clean.He hated to room with students that acted like pigs. It didn't cross his mind that Stefan could be one of his roommates. Every boy in the school lived around these dorms so chances were high he wasn't.