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 Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 2:44 pm
 If a student has a project or just wants a quiet place to hang out this is there place. Remember to stay quiet.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 4:45 pm
George found herself wandering the library rather aimlessly after arriving at the school. Her fingers ran over the bound tomes on the shelves, still marveling at how much the world had changed since she'd been a little girl. A question stuck in her mind; could she still smell? She never remembered if she could, such little things she'd rarely thought about or realized: smell and feel. Gingerly, the girl sniffed the air. George was surprised to find that she could still smell. The air smelt of books, it was a homey smell: the sort that rarely changes. She smiled to herself. Not even an hour into her first day and she'd already learned something. Now about touch. George continued to run her fingers over the books but was not surprised to find that her fingers had lost some sensation. If she pressed hard enough she could feel just slightly, but other wise, it was no. She laughed. As a girl she'd relied most on her senses to remember things and places, but now she'd lost one of the most vital. As, even if one is blind, and deaf, and mute, and cannot smell: they can still feel. If she went blind, she would have no way to see. That thought amused her slightly, and she told herself she never would go blind if she couldn't help it. Then she continued to look around the library.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 6:26 am
~ Hayley Leonidas ~Hayley walked into the Library quietly, looking around hopelessly. She had no idea where she was, and doubted she would find her way soon. She groaned angrily, gently kicking one of the chairs wooden legs. She looked around, hoping to see someone who could help her. She heard a laugh, and wondered towards it, dark red eyes bright in hopefulness. Finally, she saw a girl trailing her fingers over some books, and walked forward towards her.
"Hello? Can you help me, Im kinda lost." She said, her Greek accent thick but her voice was sheepish. ~ Child of the Phoenix ~
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 7:10 am
"Oh! Hello!" George replied with a smile, curious, "I can try, I don't know my way very well either; but two lost is probably better then one--where are we looking to go?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 7:15 am
Hayley LeonidasHayley blinked at the girl when she replied, then smiled, brushing her long dark red hair behind her ear.
"No idea, actuallly. Somewhere where I can get some answers on where I am and where Im supposed to be." She said, smiling a little. Child of the Phoenix
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 12:50 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxixxx ※ Ｌ ａ ｈ ａ ｒ ｌ ※xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ※ Ｓ ａ ｎ ｄ ｒ ｅ ※ღ - ✩ - ღ - ✩ - ღ - ✩ - ღ - ✩ - ღ - ✩ - ღ - ✩ - ღ The librarian had been running through the books that were piling up one by one, little by little. She was about to explode from the number of books being checked out ad beginning to checked back in. Exactly how many students were there?! Exhausted, she stopped for a moment, she stopped pushing the cart around and placing the books back, she was exhausted. How long as she been in this school? Laharl stopped for a moment and leaned against the book case as she thought begin to think when was the last time she stopped slaying souls and reaping them to the next world. Oh well, there was plenty of other Shinigami in the entire world who would do her job, she wanted to do something more fun. Just thinking about it made her giggle a little as she pushed herself from the shelf and begin to push the cart going down the aisle and placing the books back in there correct slot.
She loved to read and write her own stories, it's good how a creative mind can be place upon a book. Shaking the thoughts she glanced over a table looking at the students who were studying for their test or something else. She smiled and kept going down the aisle and placing books before switching carts from an empty to a full, this will take all day. ღ - ✩ - ღ - ✩ - ღ - ✩ - ღ - ✩ - ღ - ✩ - ღ - ✩ - ღ ❝I love you, unable to tell you so,
Our world is reaching its end,
How hard I scream, neither your voice nor yourself will come back,
Snow showers, I beg you please don't stop falling,
And take me away with him,
Let everything wither with my miserable voice,
Let it all turn white...❞
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 1:39 pm
Frida walked into the school library. A search for a cure. she thought. Frida was looking for any information regarding her "disease" or even the area around the school in general. The library was filled with a vast diversity of books and papers. A jungle of ink and parchment would be best to describe it, perhaps? She decided to first begin her search in the geography section. Hoping to find information on the surrounding area which could hopefully become of some use to her. She had a long afternoon ahead of her. And she was to visit this place many more times in the near future.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 5:53 pm
"Does it help at all to state the obvious, that we're in a school? In a library?" George asked, hoping she was grinning but unsure as she couldn't feel, she rambled as her mind drifted off, "Maybe we should look for a librarian, or the door. A librarian could help us with directions and things, but should we happen upon the door we'll be able to leave in search of the offices--a school of this size is sure to have prominent administrative offices, or has that changed? I don't know, do you?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 6:11 pm
 Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
Melody came into the library and headed for the mystery novels. She had to read in braile because words and writing didn't have a very stong aura for her to see. If only books didn't get wet, then she could read underwater perfectly fine. She ran her hand along the spines of multiple books before finding a good one and sitting at a small table. She ran her hand along the book as she read it.
My lover stands on golden sand watching ships go sailing.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 6:37 pm
the night and aloneness
takes over my body....Maggie Dawn Maggie walked into the libiary she had missed being alone or ay lest in the sky. She walked over and pickup a dark book she started reading the book her icy blue eyes showing hatred and sorrow, she cry inside but outside she showed only hatred and coldness. Maggie walked over to the window and looked out hoping to be outside again. but my wings show
only when my dark hearts wants them too.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 8:29 pm
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
Melody looked at the clock and jumped in surprise. Oh great I'm late. She jumped up and quickly checked out the book. She then ran out to her first class.
My lover stands on golden sand watching ships go sailing.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:00 pm
 ::• Mitsuko L. Toshi •:: †o be YOURSELF in @ world †ha† is cons†@n†ly †rying
†o m@ke you SOME†HING ELSE is †he gre@†es† @ccomplishmen† •-★-•Freshman Honnor student • Child of Light•-★-•
A very young-looking boy entered the large room. He held a small handful of books and papers and a small over-the-shoulder backpack holding inside what looked like a white egg. The first day and he already had homework. He looked around for a place to sit. His deep green-blue eyes scanning the little crowded place. Obviously many others who were studying and working hand the same idea. And some who spoke freely in a normal voice obviously did not. He sighed. "I thought library's were suppose to be quiet." he spoke to himself calmly, moving aside for a blue-haired girl who rushed past, apparently late for a class. He stood where he was and watched her leave with a blank expression, then went to pick up something he had dropped. It was his sketch pad. He set it with his other books and went to find a quieter place in the library. "Despite that fact, its was already loud at this school to begin with. It can't always be quiet. But even those human schools you went to weren't This loud. But who knows, maybe the loud noises will teach you something." He spoke to himself as he meandered around the library with his books. There were several people talking, and a few who were actually studying. As he walked around he found himself back where he started. "Why do you always have to be so optimistic? Because I'm happy and eager to start school. Besides, I love it here; the books smell nice." He rubbed the back of his head, closing his eyes as he looked down. "At least one of us does.." He said quietly, as he spoke with himself. To others it might seem weired, but it was one way he focused his thoughts and actually made any sense to himself to make the right decisions.
His pants were baggy and almost seemed to fall down if it weren't for his belt. The black/ brown sweater he wore looked a bit crummy, old, and went past his hands so it was all scrunched up, only showing his fingers as they gripped his books to his chest. Although he did wear a new clean, white, collared shirt underneath. His raven-black hair was a bit messed up by running from class to class. He saw a dark girl seeming to have her own moment, the librarian was working on a job seeming to go on forever, and a few kids were speaking of finding their way around. Beginning to get tiered, he sat down in an empty isle and set down a few of his things, taking out a pencil to start on his homework. He leaned against the books behind him, his feet stretched out comfortably in front of him as he tapped his pencil on his bottom lip. He began to write.
•-★-•Lone Kitsune • Mirror Image•-★-•
$†υck in †he mømєnt.. and nøw yøu can'† gєt øυ†..
$ø hєrє I am, Jυs† drøwning in †he rain.. øn an єndℓess nigh† I drєamt øf †he jøυrnєy..
єvєn iҒ I'm pøwєrLєss, I'LL Livє $trøng in this dєstiny.. I Gazє at †hє Ғørєign skiєs and єmbracєd the LønєLinєss..
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:50 pm
 Haikimaru walked into the library. He needed to study up and since English wasn't his first language it would a long study time. He quickly found a quiet spot near a young student. He and yet to see his roommate too. The Japanese student sat down at the table with his English-Japanese dictionary and his books.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:15 pm
::• Mitsuko L. Toshi •:: †o be YOURSELF in @ world †ha† is cons†@n†ly †rying
†o m@ke you SOME†HING ELSE is †he gre@†es† @ccomplishmen† •-★-•Freshman Honnor student • Child of Light•-★-•
Mitsuko looked up from his English practices. His eyes lay on the graceful, beautiful purple-haired boy that sat at a table, an English-Japanese book in front of him. Was he Japanese? He had seen him in many of his classes before. Not able to fully remember his name he thought, almost about to talk to himself before catching hismelf. "Oro?.." escaped his lips before he shut them tight, going back to his practices. If he talked now he'd get distracted. What was worse? He wasn't all that good at English, but it was one of his favorite classes. So far his odd-looking handwriting filled the page with scrawled-out English words. The symbols that made up the words that made up sentences and paragraphs. Continuing, he looked over his work, hardly able to make out what it said. He sighed, taking out a clean piece and writing quickly out in Japanese what he wanted to write. He could translate it to American in a bit. He smiled, the familiar words and strokes coming easily to him as he finished up the last of his paragraph. Now to translate it. He looked through his small pile of books next to him. He stopped, not seeing any familiar text on the front. He looked around, maybe he dropped it or left it in a class. The boy sighed as he took up his things and went in search of an English-Japanese dictionary or something along those lines.
No Dice.
Mitsuko slowly walked up to the boy with Purple hair. He wasn't very good at speaking to others or asking. He knew he had to use English mannors, but it was hard for him to think strait without talking it out with himself.
The boy's eyes were reverted down, his finger fiddling with a strand of black hair. "O.. ore-.." He started, then noticed the boy might not understand him. He looked up at the boy, making eye contact and pulling his hand away from his face so it laid in a fist over his books as he continued. "Well.. I seem to have miplaced mai English Book. You think we share?" He asked with a little difficulty, his heavy Japanese accent as he spoke in English making it hard for him to think strait. He stood where he was, waiting for the boy's answer. His hands tightened on his books.
•-★-•Lone Kitsune • Mirror Image•-★-•
$†υck in †he mømєnt.. and nøw yøu can'† gєt øυ†..
$ø hєrє I am, Jυs† drøwning in †he rain.. øn an єndℓess nigh† I drєamt øf †he jøυrnєy..
єvєn iҒ I'm pøwєrLєss, I'LL Livє $trøng in this dєstiny.. I Gazє at †hє Ғørєign skiєs and єmbracєd the LønєLinєss..
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:24 pm
Haiki looked up at the boy. He seemed to need a little help. He looked down at his page full of Japanese characters. He then looked back up again and passed the dictionary over so the other student could us it. "Anata wa nihonjin desu ka?" The student asked using formal Japanese. ((Are you Japanese?))
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