Library

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"I've been here just for two years. I honestly don't know much about him, except that he's everywhere, like wind. But yet, no one seems to realize that."

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Rose just nodded, "If he's everywhere, how come I haven't seem him around yet?'

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Petra only smiled, "Trust me. He's everywhere." she said. "I can't say how, but he does."

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Rose laughed, "Whatever you say!" She repeated.

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Petra sighed, "Okay." she said quietly. She warned her, really, but Rose didn't seem to care about it. "Excuse me, but I think I must go now. I have works to do."

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"Oh, okay," She said a bit disappointed the Petra had to leave. "I guess I'll leave now, too."

[Amy]

(lied?)

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Charlie had been in the library for at least two hours, taking good use of the extensive collection to look for books on alternative power sources, and also decided to take a look at the entire Stephen Hawking collection just for some light reading-- and when he meant light, it was in the figurative sense, seeing how he skimmed over a page or two before muttering to himself about some concept and then slamming the book shut in frustration. By this time, he had a ring of scientific books strewn around him, at least fourty books arranged in some sort of order that no one other than Charlie would be able to figure out, because Charlie's method of madness was definitely at least a galaxy away from the normal person's way of thought.

But now, he was not reading scientific books on cosmology and quantum physics, instead, he lay quite happily on his stomach rereading the Harry Potter books, quite specifically, the fifth one, also known as the one where Harry is the stereotypical teenager who infuriates everyone and the devil in pink comes and visits Hogwarts. He read voraciously, laughing aloud on some pages, and mumbling to himself and making the number "4" in the air as he tried to reason with Harry (talking to fictional characters was a completely normal thing) on others.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Charlie didn't notice his uncle, until, of course, Philip ended up clearing aside a pile of books in the almost perfect ring he had made, and his head shot up. "Don't tou- Oh, hello, Uncle," his voice, which had a slightly antagonistic tone at first settled into amiability, a bit of sheepishness. Like usual, his hair was sticking up all over the place, and he had decided that smelling like burnt wood and a bit of chlorine was something he could handle, as opposed to a ten minute shower. It was flawed logic, but it was Charlie's logic, and he had spent those ten minutes choosing books. Now, he regretted it, if only for a second, because although Philip was his uncle, he was also the King of Illea.

People told Charlie all the time he looked exactly like his Uncle, and he had seen enough portraits to begrudgingly agree that everything, up to the bird's nest hair, seemed to suggest that Charlie was basically a clone of his uncle, albeit a more pyro-loving one, although one could not tell that one boy was a fire magnet and the other was the crown prince of Illea by merely looking.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

"Some of them, definitely. Others... weeellll, one can only take so much cattywampus about string theory per day," He drew out the "well" in his sentence, like usual, tilting his head and gesticulating with the nearly 900 page book, threatening to throw it across the library once or twice, but managing to catch himself just in time, setting the book down gently on the floor. "But I'm assuming you're not here to ask me to review all the books I've read today?"

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Charlie bit his lip, and then his eyes lit up, as he remembered passing by the section numerous times to find books on Schrodinger. "F7-- it's to the left side, near the back." He remembered the memories he had of his uncle, always working, pain never quite leaving his eyes, a heaviness, the burden of carrying a country, of having so big a responsibility, of threats from rebels and threats from Illeans pressing upon him from every side. He had heard once his uncle had been flighty, irresponsible, and he could not see it. Was that what Perry would become? Was the title King a title that damned you to feel too acutely the pain of the people? Charlie realized then he was staring disconcertingly at his uncle and he shook his head, ran his fingers through his hair, and mumbled a "'Msorry."

[mels, awkwardice queen]

((Shroudinger? Isn't that the guy who locked a cat in a box?))

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Charlie was tempted to ask about that war. Did his uncle need bombs? Because Charlie had a theory about a deadly bomb, but at the word deadly, he stopped himself from saying anything, the nightmare of hollow eyes and rotting skin imprinted onto his mind. He picked up the Harry Potter book but his hunger to read it had vanished with the passing of his uncle, and he sat rather glumly in the circle, fixing up the pile of books that had been disrupted, wondering if he should as his uncle about the war, the rebels, about Perry, or just keep his mouth shut.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

[Yep. xD]

[mels, awkwardice queen]

((Charlie why were you reading about crazy people who lock cats in boxes? XDXD))

[dyanne, explanations queen]

[He's Charlie. Don't question my baby, he's precious]

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((I'm imagining this RP inside my head with their FCs and I'm crying because it's so perfect.))

[dyanne, explanations queen]

[I finally understand and I'm imagining everything with British accents, and then I realize that this is the monarchical version of America.]

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((But I'm still imagining them British and ignoring that little detail. xD))

[mels, awkwardice queen]

((Psh, they're all secretly British. Shush.))

[Divya]

Adele knew she was supposed to go to the Dining Hall to speak with the prince, but she was too anxious to do so. Knowing that she was about to break a thousand or so rules, she quickly stepped into the library rather than going into the dining hall. She needed a bit of time to calm herself. And facing all those girls...that thought made her shudder. As she searched around for a book, she noticed another girl in the library. Wasn't she supposed to be in the dining hall? Shrugging, Addie picked up a book at random, and sat in a chair near the girl's.

[Divya]

Addie looked at her."Hi," she said, trying to remember the girl's name. She was pretty sure she knew her. And then it struck. Iris. She turned back to her book, whose title she just noticed. 'Various ways of knitting a scarf'? She groaned slightly and set the book on the table before her.

[Divya]

"Yeah, I'm Adele," she said. Iris was reading about science, which interested Addie. It was also written by one of her favorite authors. Unable to resist her, and to divert her mind from the prince, she asked,"Have you read anything else by that author?" pointing to the book Iris was holding.

[Divya]

"The universe one? That's one of my favorites too, Iris," she said adding Iris as an afterthought. She should at least try to come off as more friendly, shouldn't she?

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Heather's foot was propped up on a cushion from a nearby chair, and she sat in a horizontally splits position with her elbows on the ground, hands on her chin, reading a book with an enticingly beautiful cover, brow becoming more and more furrowed as she realized that the beautiful cover masked a terribly written book centered around a pathetic love-triangle and she ended up snapping it shut suddenly, hurling the book across the room and watching it hit a lamp with satisfaction-- both the book and the lamp falling to the ground with a large clunk. She knew it would be stupid to try to dance for the next week or so, her stupid left foot would only become more swollen, and yet, yet, she needed to do something, anything other than just sitting here reading unrealistic, chick-flicky books with no character development whatsoever.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Heather didn't see Jake, in fact, she decided to take this moment to realize how ludicrous it was that she was at the palace. Instead of reading, she laid back on the plush carpet and sighed, thinking back on the last few days at the palace. Why the hell had she even been selected in the first place? Looks could only get you so far, and she was talented, yes, but not nearly as talented as some of the other Fives, Fives who had become Twos thanks to their talent, and probably for their low morals. She was not here to win the prince's heart, but to get vengeance, and to do that, she would have to make the Elite. She would have to up her game-- no more bursting out in anger, remember your prejudices, but pretend you have forgotten. Pretend.

[Ｌｉｅｄ]

Sloane smiled "My dad is a Vet!" She said to Lisbeth . "My mother is a part-time philosopher." She said with a smile. "But Most of her time she spends with us. " She said happy. "What about your parents?" She asked curious.

[Amy]

Lisbeth shrank back, but felt obliged to answer; that's what she usually did with other castes. " they're unemployed..." She mumbled, only half lying.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

♧ Sʜᴀʜᴅɪᴀ wrote: "Jake looked away from her and peered at the books on the top of the shelf. He reached up for one that looked interesting, only for it to fall on the ground with a loud crash. And it wasn't a light ..."

Heather's eyes opened at the sound-- and there he was, that stupid, stupid boy (why the heck was he here?). It seemed as if she could not get rid of the tail she had not asked for, and when she saw the book on the floor, that heavy science textbook, she could barely resist smirking. Nerd, she thought derisively, before she remembered, remembered what she had just vowed to herself, and her face stealed into... pleasantness. It was not kindness, nor friendliness, but foul thoughts had been pushed aside, and Heather's face showed only minimal traces of anger and derision.

[dyanne, explanations queen]

Heather face made a queer version of a smile, or, the ghost of it, to be more accurate. "If you say so, my liege," She replied airily, closing her eyes again. She would not waste her breath with the likes of Jake. Colfer, the thought rang in the back of her head. He knows Colfer. He had told her he would say hello to Colfer for me. But she was crafted with iron, and stubbornness gave way, obstinance masking whatever urge she had to ask about her little brother.

[Ｌｉｅｄ]

She shrinked a bit too. "Well thats okay. The more reason to get chosen isn't it?" She said with a wink. She didn't want to make her feel bad.

[Amy]

Lisbeth just recoiled into herself more. She felt bad for lying and hoped sloane wouldn't tell other people this because someone would be bound to find out her past.

[Amy]

[Ｌｉｅｄ]

"It is okay Lis." She said. "I won't tell anyone." SHe said with a smile. She could understand the girl didn't want anyone she knows. She herself didn't want anyone to know about her real father, people would think strange things of her. Lisbeth probably felt the same way.

[Amy]

Lisbeth just nodded, not really trusting her completely - this was a competition after all- and not being too keen on being called 'lis'.

[mels, awkwardice queen]

Rose followed the Prince down the hall to where she assumed the library was. Normally she wouldn't be described as someone who... Expressed too much emotion, but the royal library! This was something to be excited for. And the prince had known she'd liked reading, from what he'd said. That must mean he was an alright sort of person, if he'd take the time to learn those details about all the girls.

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They stopped in front of the doors. Perry grabbed the handle, but didn't open it just yet. He looked at Rose, and couldn't helped but chuckling as he saw her expression. "You should look at yourself. Every muscle in your face is screaming 'I want to see the library!' or something." he said jokingly. "Well, come on and see." Perry pushed the door and he tilted his head towards the inside of the library, telling Rose to entered first.

[mels, awkwardice queen]

She blushed quickly, looking down at her feet, embarrassed. Did she really look that excited. She looked up again quickly though as the door opened, and her breath caught. So many books... There were hundreds, no, thousands of them! She could spend months, here... It was so much bigger than the library back home. So many books, just waiting to be read...

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Perry waited until she entered the room before he closed the door behind him. "So, what do you think?" he asked. "Everything you want to read, you name it. First edition, collector's edition, boxset--everything. From fiction, to non-fiction, from a series about crime-fighting superhero, to an awfully thick book about Illea's law. And you have the privilage to see it before any other girls. Well, unless they sneaked into this room before dinner, that's out of my hand."

[ʟ ᴀ ᴜ ʀ ᴀ]

((That's like, my dream place XD))

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((Library is rarely turns me on. Unless I see bunch of brutal fictions, japanese mangas, books about forensic, then I will scream.))

[ʟ ᴀ ᴜ ʀ ᴀ]

((XD))

[mels, awkwardice queen]

"It's beautiful," she breathed, her eyes wanderig as she looked around at all the beautiful, beautiful book spines lining the shelves, wonder evident in them. So many... And all in one place! "I can hardly believe there could be so many..." She resisted the urge to run over to a shelf and start running her fingers along the spine, to ignore the prince and begin to read. There would be time for that later, hopefully. "Thank you so much for bringing me here... It's amazing."

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"You're welcome. Now, are you going to stand all night, or do you want to sit down somewhere?" Perry pointed at the couple of library tables on their right, with four-five chairs on each. And like the rest of the furniture in the library, the tables are full with books.

[mels, awkwardice queen]

"I... Sure," she smiled, I thing to get closer to the books. Maybe if se had time, she could help organize all the ones on those tables... Put them back where they belonged... Biting her lip, and blushing again, she headed over to a table.

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"So... Do you often visit the library back at your hometown? I bet you are, yes? With countless books everywhere, you can get hours of entertainment. What they said again about books? Ah... 'Books are the window to the world' or something?"

[mels, awkwardice queen]

"I'm not sure about the world... But Henry Ward Beecher said that 'Books are the windows through which the soul looks out.'" She smiled. "And yes... I work part-time there, actually. Until my schooling's done..."

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"Really? It's about books? I thought it was about eyes. I keep mixing things up. This isn't working quite properly." he said, knocking the side of his head. "You know, someone once told me that library has this... some sort of magic, she said. Like, you can close your eyes and breathe, then you can feel so much energy from your surrounding. She said that each book carries a life energy, but for some reason, instead of feeling like you're being watched by countless formless souls, you just feel... safe. Relaxed, and comfortable. It's so quiet, and peaceful." he said with a firm smile, that quickly being replaced by a crooked smile. "But unfortunately, I'm not that romantic, so if I spend 30 minutes inside a library, my eyes will automatically shut down and I'll fall asleep."

[mels, awkwardice queen]

"Quoted get mis-interpreted, sometimes. And sometimes people say similar things. I've heard it about eyes, too, but I can't quite remember where..." She waited as he talked, and wondered who he was talking about as she ran her fingers down the spine of a particularly beautiful hardcover. She smiled at the end. "I could never fall asleep in a library, I don't think. There's just too much excitement..."

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"I am not a librarian-kind on guy, but honestly, I think someone's passion for book is fascinating. I am not exactly like to read, but I like watching people read. I don't know, it's just, for some reason you can tell someone's personality from the way they read." he said, picking one random book from the table and opened it. "The way your fingers run all over it, handling it with gentleness. Flipping the book page by page. Rich expressions, as your brain reacts to whatever written inside the book. How your eyes just locked at it, like you're seeing a different world--I'm sorry, that sounds kind of stalker-y, no?" he looked up at Rosaline all of the sudden, laughing sheepishly. "Well, you can tell someone's personality by every little thing they do daily, thou. Not just by how they read."