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 Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 9:38 am
This is the only room that comes anywhere near the size of the ballroom below it. With shelves in replace of any sort of wallpaper, the library is enormous, and smells of the dust which covers most of the books in the room. Despite the ceiling being almost made of windows, the room is usually rather dark, the light having to pass through all the dust and shelves and the like. In the center of the room there are a few tables as well as the chairs surrounding them, even more shelves stacked around them in a way that imitates the labrynth. As if the difficulty finding your way around wasn't enough, you need to use a metal rolling ladder to get to the books on higher shelves, if you're looking to get one off the walls. Hope your not too scared of heights...
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:34 pm
Favian looked about, having entered the library. It was a quiet place. Silence was golden, and rare. He preferred it much more to the hustling and bustling of the students readying themselves for a new year arriving. He thought it to be cute to watch, seeing them all rushing about, panicking over schedules, talking about teachers and classes alike but the noise was something he could do without. His steps remained light as he regally floated about the rows upon rows of books. It wasn’t long before he found himself running his long fingers down the spine of one, pulling it away from its brethren, to skim about it.
The title of the book read ‘Snow Country’ in blue lettering. He smiled at it, flipping the pages. He had made it a point to read this particular book once every year and considered himself lucky to have found it in the library. The story rang all too familiar and nostalgia did not take long to spill over him, as he deeply sighed, thinking about Yukimi once more. Yukimi would have hated the library. The boy had always liked bright places which remained tidy. The dust in the room would have caused him to lose his mind. That is, if he hadn’t gotten lost before noticing it.
He closed the book, placing it back in its place. He’d make a mental note of its location so he could take it out when he felt the urge to read it. He smirked ever so minuscule when the sound of his footsteps practically echoed. He exited as quickly as he had entered. Standing outside the door, he looked up at the ceiling, heading back to where his door was. It was a walk, yes, but at present, he had nothing else to busy himself with.
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