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The Wonderful World of Books; [CLOSED]
Topic Started: Jun 5 2007, 01:38 AM (303 Views)
Anne Lee
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A small girl could be seen sitting at one of the many tables that littered the library. Upon closer inspection of this girl one would begin to think why would she be here and why was she reading a book? This girl was Anne Lee. The reason why one would wonder what she was doing was because this blonde girl was a techno bug. Every part of her life revolved around computers.

However Anne Lee knew that being lost in the computer world meant that you could forget to do the wonderful things that life provided. One of them was reading books. She was bent over a particularly large one. By how many pages left it was clear that she had only just begun.

This marked the four time she had read the series and it still filled her imagination with events, even in a world where mutants existed, weren't plausible. She let her thoughts wander to where only the solace of reading could take you. What if that was real, how would I handle that situation, wow... The world inside the book sucked the small blonde in as her fingers caressed the pages by turning them and beginning to read the next page.

It appeared as though the techno bug was lost in something she should have considered archaic, the wonderful world of books.
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Michael Marcus Breton
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Pulling one hand out of his left pocket, Michael wrapped his fingers around the old, dull colored golden knob of the library doors. As he turned it, the old metallic knob screeched and ground as metal rubbed against metal, the knob proved just how old the school really was. With a long whine, the left door of the main library doors swung open and revealed a young fellow of late teens.

He walked in with his khaki pants swinging in long strides and feet tapping in soft thumps against the wooden flooring. Like the young woman that had been seated at one table, Michael, too, was lost in the book he was reading, not focusing on where he was going. That would cost him some embarrassment.

Without looking where he was going, or what he was stepping on, he continued to stride forward in the same pace as he did when he had walked in. Going straight forward, he guessed that he would be safe, but he was far from so and reality would hit him like a wall... Or an edge of a long table.

"Umph!" Michael noised as the lower part of his abdomen hit the edge of the table the young woman fore-mentioned sat at. "Ow..." Michael murmured as he rubbed his belly with the free hand while his other folded the book in his palm. His eyes on the other hand quickly fixed their attention at the edge he had hit. It was then that he noticed her who sat at the table. "Err... Sorry... Didn't mean to disturb you."
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Anne Lee
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Anne Lee was almost at one of her favorite parts of the book. Not her most favorite because that would appear much later during a flashback. Reading a book four times meant that it was great. The author was best known for unforeseen plot twist that only crazy people could guess. Her reasoning of reading it once more was to try to find clues, hints, anything that would allow her to guess what the last book of the series would reveal.

She was so much into it that she didn't even hear the boy coming into the library. A smile played across her face as one of the clues and passages she liked best came up.

An awful voice filled the kitchen, echoing in the confined space, issuing from the burning letter on the table. 'Remember my last, Petunia.'

That was when the much taller teen rammed into the table. The force of it caused the table to move into her own abdomen. If she didn't react by releasing the page she was holding down, thus losing her spot, and grabbing the edge of the table she would have fallen over immediately. But the chair started to tip dangerously on to two legs and it fell backward with her in it.

"Ouch," exclaimed Anne Lee from the floor. Her back began to hurt badly and she wished for something to relieve the sudden pain. An ice pack plopped on the floor next to her head. "Rather have pain killers," she mumbled as she pushed herself up. Brushing the skirt of the black dress she wore she stared up at the stranger. Taping one black sandaled foot on the floor she smiled grimly. "Let me guess. You were so sucked into your book that you forgot exactly where you were," she mused cutely.
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Michael Marcus Breton
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After apologizing for one mistake, he would soon have to apologize for another. No matter how fast he could have been, he didn't react fast enough to stop her fall. Instead, all he could do was watch the fall occur before him in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, my God!" Without paying much attention to the book he once so intently gazed upon, he tossed the tome of pages upon the edge of the table and ran about it to her. "Are you alright?" he would question, obviously that was to be expected. After all, who knocks a person down and doesn't ask them if their alright?

"Gah... I'm so sorry. I should have been paying more attention to where I was going." With an apologetic look on his face, he bent down to offer her his hand. "Here, let me help you up."

"I am seriously sorry... I really should have been watching what I was doing and where I was going." He apologized to her again and again, he didn't know when was enough, after all, he could have broken her neck if she fell the wrong way.
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Anne Lee
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Anne Lee had moved into a sitting position though she was still on the ground. Clearly the taller teen was distraught for he kept on apologizing for something so small as an accident. ~Probably thought he broke my neck or something.~ she thought with a smile.

Taking his outstretched hand she pulled herself from the floor. Once again she brushed off the skirt of her dress. It was a ruse for she was trying to milk his apologies for all their worth. Suddenly an idea came to mind.

"I'm all right, don't worry," she assured. "It's not like I care if my dress was- oh my goodness look what you did. My lace trim has been stained. How dare you," she accused pointing her index finger at Michael's chest.

Biting her lip she tried to keep a serious face but the tears welling in her dark brown eyes began to build up. With closed eyes she broke into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Not care in the world did she have if her dress had been ruined. If he fell for her joke it would have made it all the more funny.

The laughter ebbed as she picked up the ice pack and held it against the small of her back. "I'm fine. As my brother says 'bruises I can live with.' Anyways it is much my fault because I was too into a book that I had read before."

She held out a hand. "I'm Anne Lee Austin," she introduced. "Gosh you're tall." Compared to the teen in front of her she was very small indeed. Being only 4'9'' had its advantages but one wasn't the straining of ones’ neck to look someone in the eye.
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terminus00
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Shen entered the library quietly. Such was his custom. He had taken a book from this place, it was time to return it. It was getting easier, the reaiding of the English language. While it was still not as easy as Tibetan to him, or even Chinese, the letters and their various sounds were becoming much clearer in his minds eye. Sometimes he had to use the small dictionary that he kept in his room at all times. It was his one vice, the dictionary. His ability to understand languages at an accelerated rate only came to play with the verbal components of language. When it came to language that was on the page, it took him just as long as it might take anybody else.

It was then that Shen heard the laughter. Immediately his body tensed. Flight was an immediate reaction, the desired reaction. Slowly, his mind came in. He willed his desire to be quieted. If he could have breathed, he would have drawn a long slow breath. Given that he could not be, he remained perfectly motionless for a long moment, silently observing the scene that passed before him. He had quieted his desire, though he could still feel it somewhere in the back of his skull, nagging at him.

Shen bowed to the two people in the room. He bowed from his waist, his feet pulled together. His back was ramrod straight as he bowed. He pulled himself up slowly, partially out of a desire to keep as much of the helmet as he could hidden, partially because said helmet weighed far more than he would have cared to admit. Shen's black 'eyes' looked out at the two in the room.

"Forgive me for disturbing you. If you wish me to leave, I will do so," Shen said, his voice soft, but still rasping and metalic. He would wait until he received some indication from the pair as to what to do. The book felt heavy in his hand all of a sudden. He just wanted to return a book, possibly get a new one. He had not meant to wander in and disturb others.
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Michael Marcus Breton
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After she took his out-stretched hand, he instinctively out-stretched the other hand as well. Whether she took it or not, it wouldn't have mattered. If she hadn't taken it, he would have used the other hand to support her held-arm or opposing side's shoulder with it.

Lifting her up wasn't much of a challenge for him. After all, she was much lighter than the things he usually carried at the gym. Hoisting her up from her seated position, he carefully set her upon her feet. Once he had her up, he supported her body with a hand by the side of her midsection and another hand on her arm.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He was still worried that she was hurt somewhere somehow, and he didn't want to take any chances. He remembered what he did to the football player not too long ago in his past. It felt like nothing, but it turned out to be quite something. Something bad.

"I'm alright, don't worry." -- ""It's not like I care if my dress was--"

Those few nanoseconds of pausing were all he needed to start freaking out. His eyes went wide and searched all throughout her body as fast as he could to look for any wounds.

"What's wrong!?" He would very quickly interject before she continued.

"Oh my goodness look what you did. My lace trim has been stained. How dare you," Her what now?

"Huh?" he asked with total confusion twined into his voice. "Your what?" But by the time he asked, it was already too late to expect an answer. She was crying.

Good going, Michael! You made her cry!...? During the time he kicked himself, her face began change. It went from teary sadness to jestingly laughter. Then he got it. It was a joke.

Understanding now that nothing serious was wrong with her, he let off a sigh of relief. It was then that he noticed Shen who had just bowed.

"Uhh... Hi. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to bow, too, or stand here and feel honored."

"Forgive me for disturbing you. If you wish me to leave, I will do so,"

"Oh, no! No, no. Stay. It's not like I own this area anyways. I don't mind if..." Michael stared at his female companion expecting a name.

"I'm Anne Lee Austin. Gosh you're tall."

"...If Anne Lee doesn't mine."

[[Sorry about the late post. Mind getting lazy. And yeah, I know... Really bad post. Sorry. >.<;; I'll try better as we go on.]]
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Anne Lee
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Through her bout of laughter Anne Lee tried to explain. "Sorry, sorry I just couldn't resist. My lace trim," she took a bit of the black skirt of her dress and pointed to the white lace trim edge. "It was the first thing that came to mind," she explained with a sigh.

Michael's looked as though he had truly hurt her. "Don't worry it's just my back. The ice pack will help ebb the bruising." Taking the pack away from her back she showed the taller teen. "My powers made it appear," she added in hopes to enlighten why what she needed popped out of thin air.

Taking in the guy's height once more she abruptly put down her hand before he could shake it in hello. Her dark eyes widen the stranger bowed. Trying to think what to do, she fixed her dress by smoothing the surface with her right hand. As he rose from his bow she decided that using her grandparent's mannerism was the best idea.

Letting her arms, palm flat against thigh, fall straight to her sides she stood to her full height. Anne Lee returned Shen's bow with a bow of her own mirroring him exactly. Except she rose faster then he had done so.

"I'm honored to meet you. And no I do not mind if you stay," she smiled to him.
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terminus00
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"Uhh... Hi. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to bow, too, or stand here and feel honored."

"You need not bow," Shen stated politely. It was unfair to expect the man to return the gesture. Even in his home country, the bow was becoming less and less used as a gesture of greeting. Shen was a creature of traditions though. Without the traditions, without the rituals, without the rites, there was little that was left to Shen. It had been the small rituals that had helped keep his mind intact after his power had manifested for the first time. His mannerisms were distinctly his own. No one else was expected to observe them.

"Oh, no! No, no. Stay. It's not like I own this area anyways. I don't mind if... if Anne Lee doesn't mind."

Shen gave the man another, shorter, bow. This gesture was just to affirm that Shen was intent on staying in the library, at least until he could find another book. Shen hoped that he would be able to find a copy of the Tibetan Book of the Dead with the original text facing the English translation. It was not what one would call light reading. However, Shen knew well the pages of the book he searched for. This knowledge might help improve his English as he would be better able to pair the English to the Tibetan word.

Shen would have smiled in pleasure as Anne Lee bowed to him. It was one of the first times in a number of years that someone had immediately returned his gesture of greeting. He lacked the ability to smile though, so he did nothing instead. However, inwardly, he was grinning gently.

"I'm honored to meet you. And no I do not mind if you stay,"

"I am Shen Xorn," Shen volunteered, "and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."


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