Geez, I Just Wanted a Book Damn it!

[Suigin]

Raiko walked calmly into the library, as he did most days of the week. He would just go in and snag a good bit of reading material off the shelves, check it out, and sit down to read for an hour or nine.

As he walked through the door, he found himself in the middle of a somewhat-large crowd of people all fighting over books. Within a second or two, Raiko was plastered up against the copy machine, which promptly began copying his panic-stricken and confused face as he scrambled to get up from beneath the debris of a recent book explosion. He tried to yell something vulgar, but all he could manage was "AGHFT! FFFS JEWS... KAGHAGNSHVIT!" Which made him sound rather like a crazy Nazi.

Somehow, after about two minutes and a hundred and twelve photocopies, he escaped the mob and stood back to watch. A page drifted in front of him and he snatched it from the air. Looking at the badly maimed sheet, Raiko noticed that it was from a L.A. textbook. He then recalled the test they were taking tomorrow... it was thirty-five percent of their quarter grade... shit. He had studied plenty, but Raiko Tenka hated tests. The bigger they were, the more he hated them. People always cheated by jumping in his head, and they never even tried to hide it! Thinking just didn't feel like thinking with twelve other people in your head. It felt more like yelling, really. With a sigh, he walked on deeper into the library, looking for something to get his mind off it.

[Ayame]

//OOC| Don't ask questions about the filler stuff, please. >_< I just needed body paragraphs and started typing randomly. \\ Meanwhile, Ayame had been perusing the shelves for the past hour, searching for something worthwhile to read. Samba trailed at her heels, occasionally darting off to smell things. For some reason, though, she found her mind kept drifting off elsewhere. Perhaps it was that, between the madness of what had started as midnight coffee and the mysterious absence of one of her best friends and the local "celebrity", Helen Firestone, Ayame was still trying to adjust to everything. She had gotten more than she'd anticipated in coming to this school. But she wasn't going home, not now. After all, like it or not, she'd gone and gotten herself tangled up in the business of demons and Shinigami and there was no backing out now. Of course, it could easily have been the odd... feelings she'd been getting when she was near certain people. Or when she wasn't near anybody. Lately, Ayame had been... imagining..?... that she could identify people's powers just by being within a certain radius of them. It was like they were giving off and aura, and Ayame could read it. Only she wasn't completely sure it was real or just a dream. Speaking of dreams, she'd been having weird ones about... well, she wasn't exactly sure. All she could ever remember was that it was sundown and she was sitting not far from the lip of a high cliff, at the base of a really, REALLY big momiji tree. Some sort of small, reddish animal would come and stare at her, but its shape was always the first thing to slip out of her mind. How vague were these memories of the dreams? She only thought the tree was a momiji tree because there were all these shades of red and orange everywhere and she thought the leaves fit the colorscheme. For all she knew, it was actually sakura or an oak. That's basically all it was, really: smears of red and orange and her sitting in the middle of it. And when she was alone, walking in the forest, maybe, or just sitting by the lake, sometimes she felt as though there was some sort of power coiled up within her; like a deceptively small snake, ready to strike. That scared her, and made her a little angry. She didn't like not knowing what she was capable of. It wasn't right not to know your own limits; that was just begging for someone to come along and kill you. Or it was a sure-fire way to cause more harm than you intended. It was because of this last odd thing that had been happening to her lately that Ayame had been avoiding using her power, and had not created her usual wind barrier to block out sounds. As a result, she heard the yelling that, even to her, sounded like the rantings of a maddened Nazi and looked around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary and returned to scanning the shelves, only to hear footsteps shortly afterward. The particular part of the library that she was in at this point was not particularly often-used (world history section), so she looked around again. A boy, with longish silver hair and a rather dejected expression. Ayame didn't see any real reason to say hello, however—she knew that would likely lead to uncomfortable silence when neither of them knew what to say. So she just gave him a nod of acknowledgment and returned to her shelf-scanning. Apparently, Samba was of a different mind, though, because the little wolf just ran up to him, tail wagging, and started attempting to smell him to death. © Ayame ♥ [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:404;height:580; background:#FAF3F7 url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/Amywolf125/ayametbl1.png) no-repeat top center;,true] [atrb=style, text-align:justify; font-family:'sans';font-size:10px; color:#201D18;vertical-align:text-top]

[x_LiCANDER .]

"Today, I dove into a pool that said no diving. My head did not detach itself from my body as the sign displays. MLIA"

So far, Jaxen Turner liked this school.

2 hours ago, he'd unpacked his things into his new dorm. He'd never been to a school with dorms before, so it was a neat experience for him. After unpacking (or more like shoving his suitcase under the bed and plugging in his iPod to charge), Jaxen decided to scope out his now home for the next year or so, provided he does well. He walked past the seas of students and after 10 minutes of hall-wandering, he felt the sensation like he couldn't breathe because the halls were so crowded. After successfully finding his way outside, he walked along the school grounds until he found another door. Upon entering the school through the doorway, he found himself across the hallway from the Library. He entered, expecting the total silence required in most school libraries...

...Only to find it as noisy as the hallway. There was a mob of people freaking out over something, but it was LOUD. And he somehow wound up in the middle of it. It was a mass of flailing arms and books and body parts. Jaxen managed to get to one side of the mob, but someone slipped on a sea of papers erupting from a photocopier machine and grabbed Jaxen, pulling him down to the ground, where he landed flat on his back, the back of his head smacking the floor, and someone landing on top of him, and someone else tripping over them. Jaxen flailed wildly, trying to escape this situation. The person above him squirmed and lifted them self off of him, before going somewhere else, not even offering to help Jaxen up. How rude.

Getting up to his feet, Jaxen found a way out of the crowd just as someone began yelling. The mob began to disperse, and a frumpy old lady glared daggers at Jaxen. Regretting going into the Library, he slipped off into the nearest row of books where it wasn't crowded at all. He saw only two other people in the isle with him, and... a dog. A little white dog. Jaxen had no idea pets were allowed in the school. He looked away as to not stare at it, and began to examine the spines of the books before him. His eyes rested on a book about World War I, about the Battle of Vimy Ridge. Remembering how interested he was when he learned about it in Social Studies 10, he made a mental note to check it out when the Librarian forgot his face.

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[Suigin]

Raiko had just found a book that had caught his eye, "Legends of Feudal Japan: Tales and Folklore of an Awesome Era." As he plucked it from the shelves, a plume of dust flew from the shelf. Clearly these books hadn't been touched for quite some time. Turning his head instinctively to protect his eyes, he noticed a small quadruped running towards him... was it a dog? It didn't quite look like any dog he'd ever seen. It looked more like a wolf, really, but there was no way a wolf could be that small. Or could it? Well, whatever it was, it was sniffing him like crazy. He decided to just ignore it, and opened the book.

About eight seconds after he had opened the book, the face of a canine suddenly came between him and page one. Jumping back a bit, he realized it was the same, uh, "dog" that had been sniffing his shoes. Apparently it had wings. The winged dog thing was now sniffing his head with great enthusiasm. Thinking this was just plain odd, Raiko took a step back. It followed. He took another step back. Again, it followed.

This continued a few times before Raiko started walking in a backwards circle, followed by the "dog" which flapped its wings happily in a slow pursuit. 'Damn, who's... uh... thing... is this?!' He thought to himself, continuing his backwards circle. 'Ah well, maybe if I just keep this up it'll leave... Eventually.' And that was his plan. He'd just keep on walking until the "thing" got bored and flew away.

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[Ayame]

//OOC| \\ Footsteps again. Ayame looked around to see a more ordinary-looking boy coming down the wing this time, from the same direction as the silver-hair. She wondered just what was going on over there, anyway. Redirecting her attention back to the shelves, she scanned the many books harbored there. There were books on practically every age and era, not to mention location. The battle of Agincourt. Hiroshima. DINOSAURS!! Ayame wondered if that one was supposed to be a kids' book or something. She had just pulled Civil War Letters off the shelf when she heard footsteps again. What was with the sudden interest in World History all of a sudden? Ayame looked around to see, rather than a third unexpected visitor, the first boy walking in a backwards circle, retreating from Samba, who was flying after him, sniffing his hair and face between wingbeats. As she watched, Samba even attempted a couple of facelicks. Well, now she had no choice but to talk to Silver. "Samba. Here, girl," she called the little wolf, hastily re-shelving the book. It had looked interesting. Ah well. The little wolf halted suddenly and looked around at her. Ayame gave her a small nod and the wolf folded her wings, dropped to the ground, and loped over to lurk around her ankles, staring at Silver. Ayame looked up and watched Silver's eyes, waiting to see what he would do. © Ayame ♥ [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:404;height:580; background:#FAF3F7 url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/Amywolf125/ayametbl1.png) no-repeat top center;,true] [atrb=style, text-align:justify; font-family:'sans';font-size:10px; color:#201D18;vertical-align:text-top]

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[x_LiCANDER .]

I'm going to make a crappy post! Enjoy!

"Today, I went tubing on the river for about 4 hours. When I came home, I was sun burnt and bright red. Later that night, my family invited me out to eat lobster. I felt like they were mocking me. MLIA."

He ended up grabbing the book on the Battle of Vimy Ridge after all, and was flipping through it. He paused to examine an illustration of the Creeping Barrage/Vimy Step, when he heard footsteps. He didn't turn around as to not be rude, but did he ever want to. Years of living in Fort Smith trained him to stare at people like they all do there.

It wasn't long before he turned around to look JUST as a girl had said, "Samba. Here, girl,". He had JUST seen the little dog drop to the ground. He stared at this guy with (strangely enough) silver hair, appalled. Jaxen's eyes looked to the dog, who was now at the commanding girl's ankles. It seemed unharmed. But still, how did it drop from way up there?

Jaxen looked back to the guy, the WWII book held loosely in his hand now forgotten. "Did... you just drop that dog??" he asked, a little shocked. Jaxen always had a soft spot for animals, mostly cats, pelicans coming in second, and dogs third, and he was getting... almost mad that this silver-haired guy would just drop this dog.

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