of sleep and books[open]

[Kace Green]

The sun was somewhere high in the sky still, apparent by the purple and reds mixing in the sky outside the windows. In the utter quiet of the library in the early dawn hours one, if one paid enough attention they could hear the birds just starting to wake up and sing their songs. Annoying noises that would wake up anybody in time as more birds would join the chorus and eventually putting your pillow over your head would just not suffice.

Far from his own bed the young man showed signs of insomnia, his eyes lazily scanning the spine of each book his fingers danced upon. Dark circles just beginning to set in under his electric eyes. His other hand, opposite to the bookshelf, was tucked in the pocket of his pants. He would take a small step forward and look over the books, from bottom shelf to top, causing him to lean far down before standing back up to his full height.

He was clearly looking for something, but it wasn’t clear what he was looking for. Kace wouldn’t be able to tell you himself if he was going to be honest. It was early and his minds was foggy with the need to sleep. He was set on finding a new book though, as he has stayed up the previous night reading through one. Without a new book to waste time on he wouldn’t have much to do.

He became more focused, using all his energy to process the titles of each book through his mind before deciding it was not the one he wanted. Normally he would pull a book out and look at the back, and put it back on the shelf as he decided no. He was trying to be quick though, so he could go back to his room and pass out for the day. He became more focused on each title, ignoring the world around him.

[Vincent Fairchild]

Quin looked down at the pile of books she had selected to read. While it was not normal for her to read while she was like this, she figured that it would be a better use of her time than simply wandering around. They were mostly about different languages so it wouldn't seem that odd for anyone who noticed her. There was nothing wrong with someone reading. Nothing suspicious about it. If anything she was acting way too cautious, and needed to calm down. People here hardly knew her anyway. 


She sighed and opened one of the books. Though her analyzing picked up what it was before she even grabbed it. Spanish, Italian, French, Japanese. That was the order of the neatly piled language books sitting in front of her, without looking. That was only taking in account the language ones. Spanish was on top, the Iliad directly underneath, Hamlet below that, the Italian and French, then The Social Animal, underneath that the Japanese and put off slightly to the side of it was a small pile of self-esteem/ self help books. Exactly three of them each by different authors. She knew because that was how she set them down. It didn't take a genius to have such precise memory, but it helped. 

Quin sighed again as she realized that she was analyzing. This was supposed to be a fun time out. A time to actually make friends, and investigate the grounds without the usual mindset. The school was just putting her on edge. She literally didn't have any time to unpack her things and was afraid at any moment that she...Vincent. Might actually start to work on a project. One that would take up all of her free time. She looked up and noticed again the young man that she had seen before. In her peripheral vision, but that was basically the same thing. Studying the details of his face...body...She turned down and looked at Spanish book. 

[Kace Green]

Standing straight up once again, his eyes glanced quickly over the set of books before him. He decided then, that there was nothing in this aisle of books he was interested in. His hand fell from the spines neatly sitting next to each other on the shelf, hitting his thigh hard. Kace stepped back, failing to cover his yawn as boredom and sleep slowly started to settle into his brain like a heavy fog. His back found the bookcase behind him as he leaned against it. At any rate he was starting to think that this school has about as much to offer him as a rotten slice of ham, he couldn’t even find a good book to read.

He pushed himself up off the books and turned to go find some more to look at. Thinking of another spot in the library to look for something interesting. He stepped out from the cramped aisle, checking his surroundings quickly. Kace, even while tired, knew he couldn’t let himself be caught off guard. As he scanned the room, he found something interesting. It wasn’t a book though, as much as he would have hoped. It was another student, who had surrounded herself with books. How long did she plan on staying here? Certainly even if they were a speed reader they wouldn’t be able to read all those books in one sitting. Slowly it dawned on Kace that this wasn’t like his old normal school, and the kids here were probably as genetically strange as he was.

He carefully walked over to the table, studying the girl as she seemed to be reading. He couldn’t tell what it was from where he stood, too far away to make anything out well enough. With his height though, looking down on her and the book he still wouldn’t be able to see what it was. His feet landed him quietly next to the table, and he looked down at a stack of books in front of him. Three self-help books neatly set on top of each other, his eye twitched in a moment of disgust. He never thought these sort of things would be much help to anybody. He carefully picked up the top book, holding it delicately in his hand as if it were made of fine china. “Do you really think this thing would be of any help?” He asked, his voice a deep rumble. Normally he would refrain from bothering somebody busy with a book, he hated to be bothered himself when he was reading. However he found at this exact moment, after losing however much sleep, he didn’t really care. At least he found something to entertain him.