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Post by Ichijouji Yuu on Oct 3, 2011 15:29:09 GMT -5
Few students stuck around in the Library to actually read books at the tables today. There were a few others along the tables and chairs, though not many. Some were at the desk to check out a book and a couple more were browsing the books. Most of the students, however, were there to go onto the computers rather than actually deal with any of the books. That served fine, though, the environment was still nicely quiet but not strictly and uncomfortably so.
When it came to books, Yuu generally enjoyed non-fiction more than he enjoyed fiction. It was interesting to read about real occurrences throughout history. Things that caught his interest were generally dark or controversial. He could take a peek into the minds of those who witnessed atrocities. He could find pieces of history that had been omitted from regular school textbooks. It was amazing how much reality had in store for us all.
This did not, however, mean that he never enjoyed fiction. That was the kind of book that lay open before him today. The boy sat at a table near the windows. His math book was left open next to him, but left neglected and ignored. He really did mean to study, he was not a bad student. George Orwell's 1984 had simply been too tempting to pass up, though. Fiction may not be what actually had happened, but books like this had such an interesting ring to it. These kinds of things went on in the mind of the writer, and thoughts could be just as interesting as historical accounts.
One hand propped the book open against the surface for himself while his other hand lay inside the bag that sat on the table as well. His hand brushed along the soft feathers of a small digimon inside. Pinamon's sides rose and fell slowly as she slept. Yuu suspected that if she could, she would have been purring. The quiet of the library and the gentleness of his hand having lulled her into dreams. She twitched every now and then, but was happily still. He was happy too. Content, more like.
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Post by haruka on Oct 8, 2011 20:33:17 GMT -5
Haruka had already been in this new city for two years already, and she still couldn't really get used to it. Much like her old school, she seemed to have a following of classmates who cheered her on for her athletic abilities. While she didn't mind having her own little fan club, it was a bit tiring when they followed her around even when she wasn't in the middle of an athletic club activity. That was the one main difference between Odaiba schools and the schools she had gone to in Kyoto. At least in Kyoto she had made friends before she became popular in sports, and could turn to them when everything started to get a bit crazy.
Here in Odaiba, she didn't have those friends to fall back on, nor did she even have her older siblings. No she didn't get along with them as well as one might expect from such a tightly knit family, but they were a crutch to lean against when things got tough and she didn't have anyone else to go to. The fact that she was nearing her last years of high school meant that those two older siblings had long gone off to college. Sure she could give them a call, as with her Kyoto friends, but it still wasn't the same.
At the moment, she was trying to get away from the mob and spend some time alone. She had a lot of time to study at home in the evenings, but she reserved that time for her videogames. If she wanted to play, she needed to get her homework and studying done while still in school. This, of course, was practically impossible if there were chatty little girls hanging around her.
After having passed by the library a couple of times already, Haruka finally ducked in, hoping to lose the girls amongst the shelves of books. A dash down an aisle and a zip or two around some corners and the girl found herself near the study tables. A quick glance around and it seemed as though most of the people who could count as witnesses all had their eyes glued to the computer monitors. The only one at a table seemed to be welled immersed in a book. With a grin, Haruka made a quick glance back to make sure that the coast was clear before making a final dash behind a pillar.
She honestly hated having to give the slip to underclassmen, but she really had to get her studies done while she had the chance. If she didn't, she would lose out on precious gaming time, and that just wouldn't cut it, especially since she had plans to meet her Kyoto friends for a multiplayer mission tonight right after clubs were over. |
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Post by Ichijouji Yuu on Oct 17, 2011 5:08:26 GMT -5
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Yuu blinked slowly and lifted his eyes from his book. A subtle rush of wind had alerted him to rather fast movement. A girl now stood where no girl had stood moments ago. He watched as she made a dash toward a nearby pillar. He clicked his teeth once. That was weird.
He knew he had seen the girl before. It took him a moment or two but it did come back to him pretty quickly. That was Makise. She had made a few waves in the school for a little while with her appearance in the school. It was nice to see someone so knew become so accepted within the student body. In fact, she had even climbed the hierarchy pretty quickly, going from new kid to popular girl. The feminine side of being a jock, he supposed.
The boy gave his little sleeping companion a poke. She did not stir. A morbid thought popped up in the back of his head; the idea that she was actually dead. Her little breath of air put that thought to rest pretty nicely, though, and he glanced back down at his book. With someone else nearby he felt somewhat awkward. He tugged at his bag to bring it slowly closer. He did not want anybody to notice the little digimon inside.
Fingers still brushing along the soft feathers, he kept his arm in the bag. His eyes slid back down toward the book to continue reading. His consciousness was now tainted with the sense of the other girl being nearby and his focus was no longer as content. It was not too bad, though, he could still read and his partner could still sleep.
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Post by haruka on Oct 19, 2011 23:22:19 GMT -5
As Haruka stood there waiting for the 'fangirls' to leave. Just as she looked over, it seemed as though she had been spotted. Not wanting the boy to say anything about her being there, the teenager brought a single finger up to her lips in an effort to quietly ask him to just pretend she wasn't even there. So when he went back to reading his book, she breathed a small sigh of relief. Now all she had to do was wait until the girls gave up on the library and decided to go look somewhere else. Honestly, Haruka didn't mind admirers, but these girls were starting to turn into creepy stalkers, and it was making her school life a lot more difficult than it should have been.
When the girls finally disappeared, Haruka was finally able to fully relax. She would definitely be able to do her school work in here now that her distractions were gone. For some reason they just didn't seem to understand that she needed to keep her grades up in order to stay on the teams. So shaking her head at the thought, she sat down at the same table as the boy who had seen her come in. "Hey, thanks for that." she said, referring to him staying quiet and not giving her away. "They follow me everywhere and I can't get any studying done." she finished with a quick smile before beginning to work on the first assignment.
Though she knew she needed to focus on her own work, she couldn't help but wonder what book this boy was reading. It was a small book, and it didn't seem to have anything on the cover other than the title. Normally books, even text books and those that were factual had some sort of pucture. This one, however, seemed to only have four numbers in large, bold print, with a few smaller words. Those four numbers were the title of the book: 1984.
It was a book that Haruka had read in class, and fairly recently as well. The girl normally prided herself for her vivid imagination and being able to understand the plot line of the books she reads. This one, however, left a bad taste so to speak as it had been much too obscure for her to grasp. All she had gotten out of it was some whacked out political scheme and a couple that were going against it. Perhaps it was the politics in it that had confused her, but being as one of her assignments was supposed to be on that very book, she figured she could at least get a little perspective from someone else reading the book.
"Hey, I don't mean to bother you, but I recently read that book in class and we were given an assignment on it." she began, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible since this was a library, and he was obviously here for that simple fact as well as the quiet. "It's just that I didn't quite understand the politics of it, so it was a bit confusing to me."
Now that she was actually looking at the boy, she really got the chance to take in the details and piece together her recognition. He was that Ichijouji kid, the bookworm and son of that other Ichijouji that's been a genius since he was a kid in middle school. Man, she had really lucked out in who she had just randomly asked to help her out. If anyone knew the answer it would be this kid. The only thing that might serve as a problem was the fact that she had never spoke to him before. So for all Haruka knew, he could be some stuck-up, snobby know-it-all who looks down on others who weren't as smart as he was. Then again, she had already asked him, and therefore had no chance of turning back now. She would just have to deal with whatever answer came back to her, be it positive or negative. |
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Post by Ichijouji Yuu on Nov 2, 2011 4:58:16 GMT -5
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Yuu was jerked out of his reading as another voice spoke to him. It was that girl who had darted inside like she was fleeing something. She was talking to him. Oh wait, holy crap, she was talking to him! Did he do something wrong? Before he could mentally check himself for what he may have done wrong, the realization of the fact that she was thanking him extinguished his worries. They? Maybe her friends. He could understand constant socialization being the bane of studies. He gave her a small nod, his brow twitching downward a bit. "You're welcome," he said, offering a small smile.
It was noticed when the girl seemed to take a sudden interest in the book he was reading. His fingers flitted along the edges, feeling a bit awkward and unsure if he could just keep reading or if that would be rude and if he should say something instead. He rubbed at his reddening cheek as the slow mental panic started to set in as the request; WHAT SHOULD I DO was continuously met with; I DON'T KNOW. Luckily she spoke for him before he could end up embarrassing himself.
As he listened to her explanation, his eyes trailed down to look at his book. He flicked at one of the pages with a finger, snapping it against one of the other pages in a way that if done too many times would most surely tear it. "Well uh..." He scratched at his head. He really was not sure how to answer this exactly. "Like... you mean the nations and their wars? Or the different ministries? Winston and that one guy's job?"
He suddenly felt very awkward. It was with three questions of his own that he had decided to answer her with. Well he felt like quite an ass. His fingers tapped hard against the table and he ducked his head a bit, staring down at the wood surface that lay between the book and where his shirt gently touched at the edge. "Sorry," he mumbled, "I didn't get this book as an assignment, I was just reading it for fun." He wanted to help, he was simply floundering uselessly on exactly how to do so.
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