Kimura Ryuu [Major/Sho-sa Kagome Itsuki] (dancingflyboy) wrote in _ravenhurst_, @ 2008-08-26 07:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter |
Who? Ryuu/Itsuki & Harry Potter. CLOSED.
What? Finding where he's supposed to live.
When? 4:30 pm.
Where? Murphy, Suite 104
Rating? PG (to be safe. mentions of weapons.)
Status? Completed/faded to black.
Itsuki made a face at the Kanji characters on the card. It read "Murphy. 104. 2." and then two names. "Harry Potter" and "Jasper Hale." They must be his roommates. He stared awkwardly up at the door. He could tell you what any important information was on any piece of Stargate equipment. "Danger." "Not a step." His own name and callsign on the side of his plane. Even most of the common words in the English language - or at least common to the reports he was always having to read. But Murphy and suite? Hadn't once showed up.
He pulled another face, glaring at the door. Was he supposed to knock, go on in... would that door be locked? No one had explained anything to him. He nearly groaned when he thought about the layout. Four bunk beds, maybe? Or four full, separate rooms? He hoped separate rooms. Easier to hide equipment that way. And equipment he had. Among the bags they'd let his brother fill, there was only one plain, unadorned bag, black and heavy with electronic equipment, and weapons that no one was even supposed to have. It also contained files, his laptop, and a list of courses, and what he'd have to be able to do for them.
Remind him why he was doing this again? Oh yeah. It was his job.
Finally, the tall Japanese man raised his hand, knocking once on the door. Better to knock, be polite, and be sure he wasn't walking in on anything, after all. As he waited for someone, anyone to answer the door, he shifted his weight, and the keys in his pocket pressed into his leg. Dear God, what a waste of money. His brother... oi. Such an extravagant, useless hunk of red Mercedes-Benz metal. He sighed. He didn't even want to use it... At all. Sadly, the US Army had told him that he wasn't allowed to keep driving their jeep for this mission.
He shifted his weight again and the pressure was gone, distaste vanishing with the feel of the keys on his leg. Maybe this wouldn't be all that bad. Besides the lies, of course. Let's see... his name was Kimura Ryuu. Twenty-three, instead of thirty-three. Japanese... but from Tokyo, not Yokohama... and not related to the Kagome family. And here was the biggest lie of all: a dancer. Itsuki hated to dance. Always had, always would. He loved his martial arts, and could do that for hours, but he hated dancing. Really, really hated it. This was going to be hell.