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Post by Starley Brook on May 16, 2015 4:30:07 GMT -4
| Starley wandered into the Library, light brown eyes sparkling at the sight of the various books. She had always loved reading, from her very first year of life she had been read books, and they became her best friend. It was hard to separate them. Her excited gaze flickering around the large hall, she moved towards the first section she needed to Search - history. Looking at the shelves, she went through the letters, marking the names of the Books. She stopped as she got to E, first of all, stooping to the second to bottom shelf and taking out a book on Earth's History. Next, she moved to 'L', to gather a book on one of the old Wars, for her class, as well as one about the ancient languages. Holding them close to herself, she brushed her hair back slightly, moving out of the history row, the red carpet effectively soaking up the sound of her feet, making her nearly silent. Slipping into the Maths section, she ran an absent finger over the binds, eyes searching them until she found the one she wanted, on the top shelf. Huffing in annoyance, she glanced around for anything to help her, a step ladder or such, but found nothing. Pressing her lips together, she stepped back and raised her hand, closing her eyes and focusing on not pulling the whole shelf down. "Come on, I did this last week.." She mumbled to herself under her breath, half encouragingly and half beratingly. Her eyelids fluttered as she focused more, her head beginning to pulsate slightly as she felt as if time were slowing down. She wasn't sure how long she stood there, but at last, she felt the comforting weight of a book land in her hand, and her eyes flew open, a grin spreading across her lips at her small victory. Stacking that textbook on top of the other two she already held, Starley balanced them in her arms, making her way up the staircase to the second floor. Reaching it, she wandered over to a chair and a table, setting the books on the table, but opting to ignore the chair, and instead sit cross-legged on the floor. Picking up the Languages book first, she shuffled through the pages, until she found the pages on Şงphēຖi¢. Resting the large volume in her lap, her head bent over, staring intensely at the pages, as she began reading, interested in most anything, including the forgotten Linguistics.
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Typically gone the 1st week of every month - please excuse my absence on these days.
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Post by Victor Darling on May 30, 2015 17:11:58 GMT -4
It wasn't all too uncommon to find Victor in the library. After all, it was a way for him to unwind. The silence, combined with the antiquated smell of old parchment, ink, and leather-bound tomes exuded a quaint environment that was enjoyable to roam. He would wander through the rows of bookshelves, running his finger across the spines of the volumes, trying to find an edition that might spark his interest. It was harder than one would think, though, finding something that suited his fancy. He had a fairly specific set of requirements for the literature he indulged in, only the finest being worthy of his leisure time. He landed on the 'C' section, not too far from 'E', where he caught a glimpse of one of the students attending the Academy. He wasn't particularly familiar with her, although he was fairly certain he had seen her around campus. He narrowed his eyes, not really eager for an encounter of any sort. He knew student-teacher interactions could be only extremely awkward, unless they were familiar with each other and shared a close bond, which was a rare thing for him. And, at any rate, it didn't help when she moved off to another section and, after a few moments of concentration, summoned a book to her hand with what was obviously telekinesis. Victor pressed his lips together. Psychokinesis, and a child was doing it. Only another reason for him to not want an encounter: what vexed him so much about this school was the intolerable number of gifted children. One might think that a strange sentiment, given that the whole point of the school was to train gifted children, but suffice it to say it was no comfort to Mr. Darling. No, certainly couldn't risk any awkward interaction. Might as well spare both of them pain - he moved off to another bookshelf. The C-section hadn't had anything of value anyhow. His steps were muffled and smothered against the carpet underfoot, which he was grateful for, since it made for more silent movements and less attention drawn to himself, particularly from nosy students. It took him longer than he would've liked, but he finally managed to build up a meager stack of two books, one of which appealed to him and the other of which he might just get around to if he had the time. He scaled the stairs in good time, although upon reaching the top, he discovered that the student was there. She had nestled herself on the floor, ensconced in the pages of a volume of her own. He had half a mind to simply walk right back down the stairs again and find a nice perch for him to read outside, where he couldn't be bothered with the society of others, but his fatigued self wanted the comfort of an armchair. To make matters less accommodating, it was dreadfully cold outside lately, and he refused to subject himself to the hostile weather when he could just as easily be curled up in a warm library. And so, he took a few steps across the room, found himself a cushioned chair, and sat himself down, placing one book on the arm of the seat and cracking open the other one with brisk, soundless movements. And from there on out, the only noise he made was the slight crinkling of parchment whenever he turned a page.
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Post by Starley Brook on Jun 2, 2015 12:46:32 GMT -4
| | Starley had been quietly reading her book, occasionally attempting to pronounce the odd words in the book. Only when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye did she look up to notice one of the maths teachers. Mister Darling, if she recalled correctly. "Good morning, Mr.Darling." She greeted quietly, before going back to her book, thoroughly captivated by it. Coming across a word that she couldn't quite figure out how it was pronounced, she became all the more intrigued as to why this one wasn't translated. Brushing her golden blond hair over her shoulder, curious light-brown eyes flitted over the page, finding no aid in how that particular word was meant to be said, frustration growing. Frowning, she glanced over to where Victor was silently reading his own literature, contemplating something, before sliding over to the maths teacher, curiosity getting the best of her, though it was quite clear he wasn't in the best mood for talking. "Mr.Darling, do you know how to pronounce this word?" She inquired innocently, pointing to the word คkนi๓ē. She wasn't actually sure if he would know or not,but it was worth the shot. She could always ask someone else, later. | "Speech"
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