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X❥XXXCarmina Moritaka
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XXXXLocation: Library: Philosophy Section XX ๑XX Company: None XX ๑XX Cash: $922.90 XX ๑
The sky was filled with tumultuous, dark, ragged clouds as a curtain of rain pelted down from the heavens. It was not the ideal weather for one to choose to conduct competitive research and yet the purple haired maiden has decided to venture forth to the only place where books can be located, the Soleil Library. Depending on the island’s demographics having one near a bookstore can be considered as a big threat. If she was to declare her independence towards her family then establishing a good reputation as a manager is definitely a must.
Upon reaching its entrance, Carmina fished out her pack of tissues and carefully wiped her folded umbrella dry. She garnered a few glances as she was doing so despite of her strategically standing right close to the pillars in attempts to block anyone from entering the unfamiliar doors. Normally, one would just fold it up and shove it into the nearest umbrella receptacle which she would have done only if she has not lost a lot of them in the past. Once done, she folded it neatly before placing it back to its case before finally stepping into the library’s premises.
Without wasting anytime, she consulted the librarian situated at the huge reference desk to inquire about the information she needed. From there learned a few things. The building was composed of three floors that hosts plethora of books segregated in different sections including movies. Furthermore, they have an option to borrow fifty of them at the same time provided that they will be able to return it within three weeks.
Tempted herself, Carmina decided to pay a visit at the philosophy section to check if one of the books she have been hunting down would be available. Letters from a Stoic was the name of the book. A book which took her a while to find the she wanted. By the time she saw it she regretted not wearing her high heels for the day. With her small physique the current position of her book was way out of her reach. Still, that would not be enough reason for her to give up thus going on her tippie-toes and stretched her arm to get what she wanted.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2019 9:38 am
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 ❛There is a place in the heart that will never be filled, a space.
And even during the best moments and the greatest times, we will know it. We will know it more than ever.
There is a place in the heart that will never be filled.. and we will wait, and wait in that space.❜
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I'm feeling indifferent. || I'm speaking to a stranger. || I'm wearing casual || I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank. || I have feelings for no one.
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His eyes were hollow as hazel browns gazed off into the distance, focusing on what seemed to be an image his troubled mind has conjured, rather than reality. Bodies stacked over one another, the smell of burnt flesh and gun powder apparent in the battleground set ablazed by explosives. Some soldiers were missing limbs, some were devastatingly blackened, to the point it was impossible to tell they were human from the beginning if not for the silver dog tag that settled against the corpse. His ears were ringing, as though he was submerged into a vast ocean of muffled cries and painful moans. His surroundings smelled of iron, like rusted metal. It was raining, then, like it was now. Laying to his side, was his blood brother, desperately gasping for air as warm, red liquid bubbled from his lips, trickling down the side of his cheek, like streams of running water. Hazel browns were locked onto a pair of emerald greens, curtained by platinum blonde locks that was now a shade of muddy brown. “Go.” he ordered, weak, but firm. “Go.” he spoke once more, bloodshot eyes not once tearing away from his own. Caius would utter words of reassurance, yet none seem to leave his lips at the sight of a bloodied, crippled body that sustained the blast force of a hand grenande. He was a goner.
His eyes fluttered shut as he brought his thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose, allowing the building tension to slowly ease through his temples. He did not like the silence a library brought him, the heavy air of quietness causing his mind to run rampant with memories he’d prefer to bury, and seal away. If not for the smell of faded pages and leather, he’d have been unable to tell which had been reality, but alas, he found himself leaning against a wooden shelve in a secluded spot of the library, where little no one one bothered to explore. And on the ground he sat, large figure taking up a spot in the corner while he held a book in hand, diaries and written documentaries of stories he had been all too familiar with.
Hazel orbs opened once more, this time welcoming the sight of his people hurdled by a camp, yet none of them showed signs of relaxing. Shoulders were stiffened, and any attempts of making a casual conversation was only met by dry, humorless laughter. They had lost many, and it was frightening to think that the person sitting next him could be a cold, lifeless corpse within the next. It was something he could not grow used to, despite years and years of exposure. It only dug at his healed scars, clawing, marring, and eventually, there came a day his scars simply stopped healing.
He counted the seconds in tensed silence, waiting for the sound of an explosion, but the only sound that met his ears were those of silent, and quiet, approaching footsteps. His gaze flicked upwards, trailing from the book in his hand, to a pair of pale violet orbs that scanned the books neatly tucked within the shelves. She carried with her a scent of wild-berries, sweet, like honey comb. There was a faint scent that accompanied, one that smelled faintly of lavender and bougainvillea. For a moment, he only watched her movements, graceful and feminine, before he tore his gaze away, and heaved a soft breath that smelled faintly of whiskey and cigars. His prosthetic limb dropped to his side with an audible ‘thunk’ of solid metal against wooden floor boards, while his right thumb fiddled with the wedding ring he still kept upon his own ring finger, unwilling to take off. Moments like these he pondered vaguely if things would be different if his choices differed in the past, if he’d now have a happy family, with full custody over his own children. But at last, that was all it will ever be. It was all it could ever be. Thoughts, and assumptions. Hazel orbs lifted again when the newly arrived figure lingered within the corner of his gaze for a moment too long, now invited by the sight of her petite frame struggling to reach the book on the top most section of the shelf. ”Need help?” He’d watch, waiting for a fragment of a second longer before he pushed himself off the ground, and strode up towards where she stood. The older male easily towered over her, lifting a hand to pull out her book that was now in his possession.
”This the one?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2019 10:47 pm
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"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending."
Ceres had forced him to call in sick to work today after how poorly he had done the day before, or rather, she had strongly suggested that he let her call in for him as he had no clue how to activate the message spell devices. He had learned quite a lot so far about this new place and its technology, but there was still so much. Plus there was that little matter he didn't want to mention to her that he would need to correct. Yes of course she could help him, but he really didn't want to ask as it was horribly embarrassing to him. So instead of going to work as he should have done, he was allowed to roam free. She was busy with some something or another, and he had made it known that if he was forced to stay in bed one more day, he could not be held responsible for the rampage he would go on. Childish? Yes it was, but he was a man of action, and endless days of convalescence were the new bane to his existence. He had been walking around through town, not particularly minding the rain as he had a cloak on, but the blasted thunder frayed his nerves. Prior to crash landing in Soleil, the only time he had heard thunder was when he was on the surface at war with the surface dwellers. Sure his opponents had not always been the ones controlling the weather, but sometimes they were and he had seen enough lightning strikes thrown into ranks of men to be ever-watchful of such an assault. Plus the lightning would light up the sky and sometimes ruin their element of surprise. All in all, surface weather was a pain and were it not for cool moonlit nights, he would rather have the weather of his homeland.
Tiring of the constant assault to his nerves, he ducked into the first public building he could find. As soon as he looked around the place, he thought for sure he must have made a grievous error and soon the matron of the house would find him and kill him. Yet when he dared to take another look, he saw people of all sorts milling about the grand estate. Could it be that such a repository of knowledge and power was actually open to the general public? Did he not have to get some sort of permission to even step on this hallowed ground? This world was too strange to be true. He stepped in with trepidation, lest his perception be in correct and some woman come rushing out to chase him off. He was ever so careful not to touch anything, not even any of the furniture as this was obviously hallowed ground and he probably didn't worship the proper deity. Glancing at the spines of a couple books, his euphoria quickly whimpered away and died: he couldn't read a damn bit of it. It was the same alphabet as the words he saw all over town, but he didn't even know if it was the same language. He sighed, So much for that thought. I doubt they have anything written in a language I can read, and I would look like a fool reading an infant's book. I don't even know where to start looking for something that would work. This library was probably organized in a very logical way, but coming from an entirely different world, he doubted it was a pattern he knew, and he couldn't even read the spines to get a general idea of what things were about. He began wandering aimlessly, glancing at titles that could have read anything possible for all he knew.
His aimless wandering proved fruitful, and he finally found a way that maybe he could learn something without seeming too obvious. There was a kid in here with a young child. The child was old enough to read, right? Nothing big and strenuous, but she could do a few words probably. If he could somehow convince the older one to let the younger one read with him, then maybe he could pick up a few words as well. And if he could figure out how the symbols related to the sounds, then he could maybe teach himself the rest. It...would probably fail, but it was worth a shot. He approached them cautiously and with no attempt to conceal himself. All creatures with young were instinctually more cautious and aggressive, and he did not want to trigger any sort of reaction. Once he was a couple paces away, he mentioned rather quietly, "Pardon, but it seems you are doing a little more dense of reading than the young one might like. If you wish, I could go with her to pick out something more in line with her age?" Hopefully the old child would not initiate hostilities over this.
"Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast"
Funds: $140
Relationship: Courting
Mood: Trepidatious
Pain: ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎
Ooc: That wasn't...convoluted of me.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2019 11:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 10:03 pm
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 ❛You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken.
The bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved, but this is also the good news.
They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up, and you come through.
It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold.
But you learn to dance with the limp.❜
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Now calmed by the soft scent of faded pages and the quiet, reassuring whispers against her ear, Lucian leaned against his chest, small, nimble fingers clinging onto the black, knitted turtle neck sweater Kingsley had worn. Amber orbs locked onto the dark leather cover of the book he held in hand, before she reached forward to feel the smoothness of the silver emboss, both at the spine of the book, and the front cover. It felt familiar against the tip of her fingers, along with the words lingering within the yellow, stained pages. She near memorized every single part of the book, from all the moments they’ve spent reading, and exploring through the ocean of vast wonders, yet it never stopped fascinating them, even after the fifth, sixth and seventh.
Kingsley flipped open the book, stopping on the sixty seventh page where it spoke of Serus, of how they were portrayed as mighty beings. Tall, divine, skin like molten gold, and though the statements were similar in bits and pieces, their appearance varied from the handwritten book. They were taller than the average human race, yes. They were not divine, but worshiped their mother goddess of divinity, of life: mother nature. Their skin were pale, snow white and alabaster, with gold running through the vessels of their body. They were a walking treasure, yet all was eliminated in one fell swoop, their planet caught in the cross-fire of astral wars. And all was left of their home, was what had been inaccurately documented. ”Adig amoknios anI” I want to go home. the sound of her voice echoing within his mind, was like a thousand arrows raining down upon his soul. Pained, and in grief.
Kingsley was quiet, though a brief flash of emotion akin to sadness flickered behind his golden depths. Amber eyes locked onto his own, and all he could do was plant a gentle kiss atop the crown of her head. ”Adig um.” We are home. And ever since they were the sole company for one another, home has become where each other were. The sound of quiet footsteps was picked up on, and hues of golden and amber turned around to meet a pair of scarlet orbs. "Pardon, but it seems you are doing a little more dense of reading than the young one might like. If you wish, I could go with her to pick out something more in line with her age?" The man was much shorter than he, and golden orbs were downcast enough to catch the rest of his details. His hair was off white, holding a more.. yellowish tint than his own that were pure white. They remained quiet, and merely watched, though Lucian was the first to break the deafening silence between the trio. She turned away, instinctively huddling against his chest as his hold tightened briefly around her smaller figure. Soft blonde locks tickled against his pale skin, like the smooth feathers of a pigeon’s, and instead of how she usually addressed him by his name, this time, pale lips parted, murmuring instead, a quiet: ”..Papa.”
”She’s.. not too fond of strangers.” Kingsley answered, the voice that once echoed on several octaves now flattened into one that was nearly monotoned, that only held the briefest of emotions. But nonetheless, the smallest smile tugged against the corner of his lips, one that surfaced out of mere courtesy than those of joy, and fondness. He simply.. did not understand quite yet. ”She can read quite well,” he paused, recalling the way she was often addressed as a prodigy child, of how proud a parent he must be. Kingsley was the same back then, quiet, with little words to speak while his mind held the unknown truth that both he, and Lucian were the same age. The same person. Expecting him to follow, he turned away, and with the same book in hand, his long legs carried him towards the isolated corner of the room, ignoring or simply unaware of the variety of gazes he was given. Some were surprised, others were frustrated over the presence of a child, but most that frequented the library had recognized both their familiar faces to be the ‘mute family’. The wooden chair dragged against the floorboards with a quiet creak, before he sat themselves down, with Lucian eagerly trying to flip through the pages.
”It’s her eighth time reading it.”
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 2:46 am
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❛There is a place in the heart that will never be filled, a space.
And even during the best moments and the greatest times, we will know it. We will know it more than ever.
There is a place in the heart that will never be filled.. and we will wait, and wait in that space.❜
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When silence lingered a tad longer than he had intended, Caius opted to tilt the book out by the tip of its spine, before drawing it out from the shelf. He had known he gave off an intimidating vibe that was unpleasant to many, yet it wasn’t something he could change very much though it has toned down within the years after returning to his family. His hazel brown eyes was dull, and clouded, forced to watch the death of his own comrades. His stature was large, forced to great lengths when his body threatened to crumble to the earth that smelled of blood and gun powder. His voice was hoarse, from the loud cries at battle, from the harsh liquour he drowned himself with to shut off the memories that haunted him. He wouldn’t blame anyone should they feel a tad uncomfortable at first glance, he wasn’t too proud of who he is either.
”Th-Thanks…” her voice was quiet, and softspoken, like the soothing tunes of a gentle lullaby. Hazel browns locked onto a pair of violets curtained by long lashes that curled upwards at the ends. Her skin was pale, dusted a shade of delicate pink upon her porcelain cheeks. A small curve graced her lips, tugging the corners up into a smile akin to shyness. His gaze tore from her, eventually falling onto the book of philosophy in hand. A book on Stoicism by Seneca. His gaze narrowed, before softening a tad, vaguely recalling the way his wife had once spoke of such a person, the way she admired his philosopher.
”Ah…Uhm…the book?” her quiet voice shattered the trance he was in, drawing him back into the reality of olden books and faded pages. ”Ah- Right. Sorry.” he answered, extending his good arm forward.
”I didn’t think I’d find another person who’d read this book.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 3:05 pm
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"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending."
For a moment when the child shied away, he thought he would have to back away slowly, and maybe even make an escape, but the other individual, the one addressed as "Papa" seemed to have no immediate qualms with him. He had never heard that term before, but upon further reflection, he knew that the term for one's parent's father was either "grandfather" or "grandpa." If the "grand" part indicated the same thing, as it seemed likely, then "pa" should mean the same thing as "father." In which case doubling the sound made sense as a thing a young child might utter. For a split second he was proud of himself for his deductive reasoning, but then he realized it was likely everyone else in the room just knew what the word meant. How he hated these linguistic differences.
The smile that was given was frankly a bit unsettling. Not because of any razor-like teeth or gaping maws, which he was frankly not unfamiliar with, but because it did not seem particularly genuine. It was like an infiltrator trying to quickly adapt to and adopt the customs of the civilization he was infiltrating. To hear that she read very well, that killed the last bit of confidence he had in the whole literacy matter. Was it possible that despite how strange they were, this language and alphabet were native to them? That would make him feel a little better, but it was still embarrassing to be outdone by a child. "I see. She must be a quick learner or you a very good teacher. Or both, of course." If he was such a great teacher, then maybe he could teach him? It wasn't as if he was stupid, this was just a completely foreign alphabet to him and as of yet he had found nothing written in a language he could read that would explain the matter to him. He followed along behind the gentleman, though he kept a distance lest he startle the child. That was another strange thing about him, he just got up and walked off without asking him to follow or dismissing him. That wasn't something that normally happened around here, was it?
He leaned against a bookshelf near where the pair were sitting, idly watching as the young girl eagerly tried to flip through the pages. His eyes widened when the man told him that she had read it eight times. "She can read that on her own?" He had heard of prodigy children, and he liked to think that some of his own had been rather quick on the uptake, but reading a book that big at such a young age...that seemed superhuman. He glanced at the print on the page. He had no clue what it said, but the words looked fairly big. Even if they hadn't, reading something that long was still a tremendous feat. The girl seemed human enough, but her mental capabilities seemed beyond humanly possible, and her father had a coloration he did not recall seeing often among humans. So then what were they? And were they the typical example of their kind or something extra special?
"You two aren't from around here either, are you?" It was a very direct approach, but hopefully the way he phrased it would soften the impact. By saying either, it implied that he was not a native, so there would be that bit of camaraderie, maybe. If they were both foreigners, then perhaps the man would find it advantageous to team up with him to try to understand this new land better. "The name is Drizyrr...of House Zaulyl, by the way. Not sure if you cared to know, but I've noted people generally introduce themselves early on in a conversation. I have only been here two months, so I am still trying to figure out all of their customs." Yes he was going out on a limb and exposing way more information about himself than he felt comfortable with, but the people in this town seemed generally rather benign, so he doubted there would be any backstabbing or blackmail from this individual. That and he still hadn't broached his real reason for coming over to them yet. He needed to see what sort of people they were and how likely they would be willing to help him out. No point in admitting an insecurity if they would just shrug it off and continue about their own business.
"Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast"
Funds: $140
Relationship: Courting
Mood: Calculating
Pain: ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎
Ooc: Sorry that took so long. Should we do reserve posts?
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2019 10:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2019 8:05 am
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 ❛I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand, and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep,
And there are no words for that.❜
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Quiet footfalls brought her towards a secluded corner of the library, quiet, with dimly lit lights. There she remembered a young man with blonde locks and golden brown eyes, the shade of the sandy beach where they first met. His skin was sun-kissed and tanned, and he always had a quirky way of dressing up. Petite hands ran through her raven tresses that fell loosely past her bottom with a slight wave, and she’d tear her golden orbs away from the wooden floor with a quiet sigh.
“How’ve you been?” “I’ve been doing fine! I found a lot of neat specimens where I’m at!” “You sound like you’re happy.” “I am, are you not?” “I.. I am.”
She was happy, she supposed. Having experienced a wonder albeit shortlived. She had been happy, and though she felt her heart ache at moments when the world was asleep, she supposed having been a part of his life for a short moment, she could lay her heart to rest. Slender fingers ran along the worn spine of an old book that told tales and legends long forgotten within centuries passed, and her lips faintly curved into a melancholic smile when her hands flipped open faded pages, that still held the fine hint of ink. There were tales of Gorgons, of Medusa. Some of faes living amidst the forest, invisible to the naked eye. Some pages spoke of djinns, some causing harm, others granting wishes. But one in particular she’d pause and allow her attention to linger for a split second longer. It was of foxes, some associated with Inari, others a wild spirit. Her index finger ran along the worn picture of a white nine tailed fox on the top right corner, fur as white as snow, with eyes pointed and angled upwards at the ends.
As mighty as the book wrote them out to be, Vixen thought it was a tad.. depressing. Guardian spirits were there to protect others from harm, yet who could they lean on when times get a little tough? No one.
With a small push of her fingers, the book slammed shut with a quiet thud, and her legs continued to carry her over to the next area that still spoke of myths and legends. The library was quiet, save the loud rainfall hammering against the rooftop, and the loud rumble of thunder after the sudden flash of lightning that set her on edge. Instead of a seat, the fox chose instead to lean against the wall on the opposite end of the entrance, allowing her gaze to glance at the droplets trickling down the clear windows, watching them disappear when they eventually reached the end of its line.
A quiet sigh, she heaved, her warm breath fogging up the cold window before she’d brush it away with the side of her clenched palm. She had no where to go, and her feet had unknowingly brought her to the library before her mind finally came to. It was a place where memories were made,where stories were told. And she could only hope that the next ones that came, were less gloomy than the ones she was once greeted with.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2019 11:08 pm
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► Company: Stranger ll ► Wallet: $993.75 ll ► Outfit: Smooth ll ► Location: Library ll ► OOC:
He was quick to enter the establishment in hopes of getting dry before returning home. Just from his simple jog from his car, he had been nearly soaked to the bone. There was a whistle of relief once he made it through the doors and removed his hat, wiping away the droplets of water trying to soak it through. Currently, he was thankful that he had been smart enough to waterproof the fabric or this could have been a real disaster. Despite the current weather outside, Oliver subconsciously let a smile tug at the corner of his lips as he thought about a few times he and Crystal had gotten stuck in the rain as kids. The good ol' days. Returning the hat to his head, he gave it a reassuring pat before marching further into the library. What should he rent for the storm? Perhaps The Old Man and the Sea? Moby d**k? The Perfect Storm? All three, ironically, were about men on the open sea in storms and great peril. Possibly also considered 'old man reading', as his son often liked to put it. If anything, the paper could be considered old man reading, if he were worried about such things. He wasn't-...He wasn't old! With a bit of a frustrated huff, he dropped his arms to his sides in a way a child might, he mentally cursed his offspring for being so mouthy. "I'm not old..." he mumbled in a disheartened tone.
Walking through the aisles and aisles of books, Oliver looked through the labels of each bookshelf, trying to find something that would strike his fancy. Now that his mind was being plagued by thoughts of his son's teasing about his age, a good book was a way to banish those thoughts. He had never believed himself to be old, though he wasn't an idiot and knew he was aging. Of course, this personification of being old was only heightened by the back problems he suffered from thanks to his time in combat. Oliver's face twitched when a twinge of knowing pain surged through his spine. A hand quickly shot up to the origin of the pain and rubbed at his back firmly, but slowly. Stupid injury... When the pain had subsided, he dropped his hand back to his side and continued on down the sea of books. The smell of old ink on even older paper permeated his sense of smell and gave Oliver a sense of comforting nostalgia. He wasn't sure where it came from, but every time he recognized the scent he always felt comfortable.
It was a bit strange to him, he had barely seen a single person in the library, or even out and about; save for those at work. Hazel eyes flicked over to the librarian before refocusing on the path before him. Unlike most people, such conditions weren't a bother for him as he had been through such things during combat training in the Marines. Although rarely having to put such training into actual practice, he knew how to handle such weather. Absently bringing a hand up to the back of his neck, he felt his hair and played with it between his fingers for a few quick moments before letting his hand rest at his side once more. Although long, Oliver was always one to keep himself well groomed; even before his time served. While he was no longer forced to adhere to the rigors of the Marines, he let his hair grow out for the past five years and so far it had made it to his shoulders. Would he let it grow further? He wasn't sure. For now though, he kept his medium length hair well maintained. Oliver let out a low hum through his nose as he came to a stop in front of a bookshelf, sweeping his hands along his hips and placing his hands into his pockets. As his eyes roved over the multitude of spines that told him the book's title, he couldn't help the presence of another in the same aisle as he. Turning the top portion of his body slightly, still looking at books, he also couldn't help but take notice of the rather depressing feeling seeping off the voluptuous woman and making the whole immediate area feel darker than the weather outside. "Excuse me Miss, I hate to sound impetuous..." he began, his tone deep but obviously caring. "But, is there something on your mind? You seem to be exuding a rather dark feeling that doesn't go along with such beauty. It's always been my experience that those of such stunning radiance shouldn't sully themselves with negative feelings." Always the smooth talker.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2019 11:07 am
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𝕃 ᴇ ᴏxx " 𝔻 ᴜ ᴄ ᴋ ʏ " xx𝕊 ɪ ᴢ ᴏ ᴠxx ☾
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" 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 , "
He knew the weather was going to be bad, but he was expecting the News to get it wrong for once. He hadn't seen rain this bad in awhile, it made him question why he decided to go out in the first place. Oh right, boredom. At least he was already indoors and dry, but he also didn't bring his umbrella like the genius he is. Ducky let out a soft sigh as he skimmed through different books for anything remotely interesting. He was thankful he took shelter in a place with entertainment, not to mention how peaceful it was.
Not having to deal with loud, obnoxious events was always a bonus. After picking out a handful, he shuffled on back to a nearby lounging area and took a seat. He ran his fingers through his hair as he opened up the first book in his possession. Getting himself into a comfortable position was easy enough, the rain hitting the windows was a nice touch, too. It really mellowed him out and kept him focused as he read his book.
All he really needed at this point was a blanket and a hot cup of coffee for it to be the perfect way to spend a rainy day. Ducky personally didn't mind spending his day at the library, but he knew eventually he'd have to leave and face the weather. Thankfully he didn't have to think about that any time soon. He was hopeful that the weather would let up, but he knew it wasn't gonna happen.
" 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 . "
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2019 7:22 pm
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❀KALISTIA LE❀"No matter what happens, I'll live happily until the end." 
It was the third time in the week that the sky rained heavily. Such weather like this forced her to stay indoors almost all the time. She visited the library and then it started raining all over again. She brought an umbrella for the occasion, of course, but the wind was too harsh. One step outside and her umbrella would have flown away or she would still get wet. That was why people outside the door wore raincoats, she supposed. It was another option, but the sight beyond the windows stopped the thoughts of going out. The view of curving trees bent by the wind did not give a positive feeling. It made one feel that if someone unlucky enough to stand under it, they would get seriously hurt if tree branches broke. That did not help with the ongoing thunder outside.
Thus, since she had been to the library, it should be evident that she should search for some books! She regretted that she had not come here any sooner by the sight inside. There were so many bookshelves of all kind for her to choose from. Especially, the story section was sooooo big! It would take her a lot of time to read all of those. She wandered around that section, looking over everything and yet unable to choose anything. Taming down her excitement, she chose 3 books only and brought her chosen bundle to the lounge area for reading. Despite the heavy rain, it seemed that a lot of people was there. They could have just like her, stuck from the rain or just regulars here. Either way, there were not many available seats. She spotted one comfortable spot near a man of blond-colored hair, who looked rather comfortable with his book.
It was rather embarrassing to ask him when he was so focused, but she had to get the comfortable seat! That should be one of the priority when one had to read. Well, for hers, anyway. "U-Um, excuse me. Is this seat taken?" Her eyes wandered as she waited for his answer, stopping at the title of the book and shinning a bit brighter. Ah, that was one of those adventure books that had great reviews! She had searched for it first thing, but it appeared that someone else had been reading it.
ProfileMoney: $788.5 Mood: Excited Clothing: Single long braid, knee-length teal dress, brown sandals, white cardigan OOC:
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2019 9:07 pm
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1211 Pasadena District
♪✮❖☾✞[♕❣ ❣♕]✞☽❖✮♪
Setsuko was quick to open the door and stepping into the library. She closed her umbrella and pulled her hood down, glad that her hair hadn't gotten damp during her trek here. When she left the house she hadn't expected the rain to get this bad, but she really should've seen it coming even if she wished that the news had been wrong. The rain hadn't let up for the past few days and neither had the thunder which was what she was more worried about. Thankfully she always kept something on her that played music to drown on the inevitable boom from the thunder. In another effort to get out of the house and not go stir crazy, she had suited up and made a mad dash uptown to visit the library. Or as mad a dash she could do while riding the bus. If the weather had been nicer she might've chanced flying to her destination, but knew it'd be foolish and would probably just end up wit her getting hurt. So public transportation would have to do. It was times like this that she pondered the possibility of trying to get her drivers license. It could be fun to get a car or something to ride around in. Definitely something to look into later, but for now she focused on her current task. She figured picking up a few books and getting some reading done in a public place would be preferable to sitting alone. And in the event that she needed something else to do, she also brought along a sketchpad and pencils.
A sigh escaped her lips as she made her way through the rows of books, picking out a few that'd tide her over for a little while. A little while into her search she found herself lifted a few feet off the ground, blue eyes glowing as she looked around one of the higher shelves that had been just out of reach. Her previously picked out books were levitating further down in a neat pile. It was times like this that she was appreciative of her abilities, it really made getting things done easy. She quickly found what she was looking for and grabbed it, floating back down to the ground. She was also glad that many different beings lived in Soleil so when she did use her powers she didn't seem like a weirdo. Adding the book to the small floating pile, her lips tugged up in a happy smile as she then headed off to find a good place to sit. Thankfully for how big the library was there were plenty of comfortable places to read and not that many people seemed to be around, which made sense given the way the weather was choosing to act. Setsuko would come upon a large chair with two medium sized cushions that wasn't near a window and she was quick to sit down, slipping her jacket off and setting it on one of the arms. A content sigh escaped her lips as she nestled into the chair and let her books rest on a nearby table. Picking the first one up, she settled in for a nice afternoon of reading, the only thing missing would be a nice hot cup of tea.
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【Location:】Soleil Library 【Accompanying:】--【Outfit:】Out in the Rain【Funds:】$1000【Job:】N/A
【 Inventory:】Panda Bag 【Status:】Single【Mood:】Content【Profile:】Here
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2019 11:53 pm
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"For a new beginning
For a turnaround
Our heads are spinning
And we won't calm down
We're a wall in motion
Or a change is now walk in the park
What comes around
Goes around
You better watch out
We're the children of the dark
We're nothing like you, we're true and free
We're nothing like you but you can't see
We're nothing like you and all the rest
We're nothing like you
We're the children of the dark"
Erik ♜ Leroux
Why did it have to keep raining day in and day out? The little play tube had done alright for a while, but now it was starting to collect water as well, plus he didn't like the idea of sleeping on an open playground with lightning striking all around him. He would need to find a new place to spend his nights, but for now he would just stick to a public building. From his ramblings about the city, he had picked out a few buildings of note, one of which was the library. He didn't really look it, but he actually loved reading and was a bit of an egg-head back in the day. It had been a long time since he had spent an entire day just reading, but with no job yet and nowhere really to go, it was the best thing he could do that day. He made a dash as best he could from the park to the library, but the sidewalks were slippery and he had to slow down a bit in order to keep his footing. The end result was that by the time he reached the library his jacket was soaked and the water and chill had started to seep into the rest of his clothes. Well, the chill had seeped all of the way to the marrow of his bones, but at least the rain hadn't. He dropped his jacket into the umbrella bin, it was just as wet and would probably seep just as much or more water than any umbrella in there.
He started ambling through the library, figuring out how it was laid out before he would start to browse any shelves in particular. He was familiar with dewey decimal and had a passing familiarity with LoC cataloguing, so it wasn't too hard to understand how the library was laid out. Krotak stayed firmly perched on his right shoulder the entire time. There were not many people around, and though the two seemed to have a pretty loose relationship, Krotak knew his duties. He was always to be his bro's extra set of eyes, whether that was in the air, or perched on his blind side. It was a noble job and he would not allow himself to fail or falter in it ever. Plus Krotak liked looking at the books as well, even if he could not yet read them. As Erik did not yet have a library card, he figured he could not borrow any of them, so he would just get one book at a time and see how much he could read while he was there. Getting a library card would have been nice, but he imagined there were too many questions on the application that he would not be able to answer. That and it was really not fair to the books for them to have to live like he did. The library had so many different books to choose from, he really did feel like a kid in a candy store, but he reined himself in and only picked two to read for now: Chushingura and The Phantom of the Opera. He had read both of them before, but they were perennial favorites, and when he was feeling particularly low, old favorites were the most pleasing. With both books in hand, he went to find a place to sit down. He could have done a little more searching, but the closest grouping already had someone sitting there. That wouldn't make a big difference, would it? He settled into one of the chairs, curling up for the added warmth, while Krotak kept a lookout for danger. At one point his stomach let out a little bit of a grumble, but he was pretty sure it had been quiet enough even he could dismiss it.
"These vengeful thoughts trapped underneath
Rage, scorn, misery
Payback for what you took from me
Hope, love, sanity
I heard that you reap what you sow
So here's to believing in ghosts
Now when you see my face you’ll know
You can't save yourself
Or save your soul
When you meet the man whose life you stole
With weathered wings and broken bones
A flight for the fallen flies the crow"
Health: Good...for nowxxxxxxFunds: $0.15xxxxxxPlace to stay: ?xxxxxxMood: PeacefulxxxxxxRelationship: SinglexxxxxxOoc: __ |
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2019 8:31 am
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𝕃 ᴇ ᴏxx " 𝔻 ᴜ ᴄ ᴋ ʏ " xx𝕊 ɪ ᴢ ᴏ ᴠxx ☾
x 𝕄 𝕠 𝕟 𝕖 𝕪 : $992.00xx ℂ 𝕠 𝕞 𝕡 𝕒 𝕟 𝕪 : ???xx 𝕃 𝕠 𝕔 𝕒 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 : Soleil Library
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" 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 , "
He was rather content in his book, the storyline so far was rather slow but it left room for a pick up. He did just start it anyway, he shouldn't expect it to be crazy right off the back, the storyline would just deteriorate. Thankfully the lore was an interesting concept, it was a normal trope used in adventure stories, but the writer added a nice twist to it to make it more interesting and feel fresh. Ducky was being so gentle with the book, carefully flipping each page after he was done to keep the pages from getting bent or warped. He was making sure to take care of it and keep it in good condition more so due to the fact it wasn't his. He was kind of surprised the book was in good condition, but it seemed the library kept good care of their products. It was way better than the one in his home town, the interior itself was breath taking. He never seen a library with different floors, it looked right out of a fantasy. He would look up after a few pages to take in the scenery, but would soon go back to his book after he saw a flash of lightning. He was never a fan of thunderstorms..
He was a little lost in his book to notice a figure approaching him. Once he finally noticed someone was closing in on him, he closed his book but kept his finger between the pages where he left off. People were passing by here and there, he didn't expect someone to come to him specifically. "Huh ?" Was all he could muster until he processed what she asked. He looked over to his side to see a seat not too far from him, he didn't even know it was there. "Oh ! Nono, it's all yours." He smiled at her. In all honestly he didn't know if it was or wasn't, but it seemed vacant. He doubted anyone would get overly upset over losing a seat anyway, there were plenty around.
" 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 . "
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