Game Plan [o]

[viren]

The library had always been a great place for Vi to kick back and let his hair down. Metaphorically of course...
Tall shelves stood back against the wall, and even then, shelves were lined up in rows upon rows. most schools simply had a small thin collection of short books that held no more than two chapters. But Ashford it seemed, had a bit more of a thing for stocking up on knowledge. Viren went his way among the towers of books, running his long finger along the dusty books, leaving behind a small trail where the dust had rubbed away.
He pinched what dust was in between his fingers, sighing in disgust. If they were to have a good build like this, you should take care of it at least.
But Vi was not worried in the least at the books hygiene. He had other business to attend to. But nonetheless... He'd have to speak to the librarian.

Viren's iced green eyes looks over the wide room with the decor of a wedding hall, how cliche. But, his eyes raked the scene for an empty seat or table. On the far side of the facility, a small wooden structure stood, by the looks of it, it had yet to be fixed by tending hands by it's chipping edges and wobbling legs. With yet another disapproving huff, he sat down in the equally horrid chair and opened the bag he had brought with him.

After his little 'fall' earlier he was done with the outside, nevertheless the students as well. He opened the small plastic bag with fragment of a phone inside, "Damn my size." he sighed, rest his chin on his palm and glaring at the bag's contents. Shrugging his worries away he concentrated on the problem at hand. He had to focus; buckle down and fix the phone.
His green eyes trained on the broken phone, something inside him clicked and the phone began to reassemble, only instead of a phone, a small projector took it's place. It was small, compact, and ready to use.
"YES!" he rejoiced, the result of his outburst was a nasty look from the librarian and a couple 'shhh's. Vi ducked his head and smirked a cocky smile. Inside he was still jumpy from the great feat.

Viren wrote furiously in a large notebook, drawing diagrams and terms that would make the regular student cringe. A great smile rose on his lips, he was so rapped up in his success he never noticed the student standing nearby staring at his back.

[rinka]

Humming happily to herself, Rinka found her way into the library. She loved books and when she'd heard that Ashford had a library her thoughts had been filled with all the different books they had collected. Walking through the doors had been a marvelous experience in and of itself. All the decorations reminded her of a wedding. She could just see one of the princes from any of the books she'd already read strolling arm down the isle followed by his beautiful soon-to-be princess who had once been nothing but a common girl. Giggling softly to herself she quickly headed over to the librarian to ask where the fiction section was. The person gave her a strange look at her Tiger jacket, complete with the hood up, ears perked on top, but didn't ask any questions.

After being directed over to the middle left side, Rinka walked through the isles browsing all the titles. There were so many, but most of them were fairly long novels. It wasn't a long book she was after, but a children's book that she hadn't read since she was just a little girl. Well... she was still pretty little, but she still had a few years left to grow! Anyway, that book, the tittle alluded her, but she was positive if she saw the cover she'd recognize it, it was about a knight who ventures off to save his princess from a mighty beast then runs away with her into the sunset. A typical damsel in distress situation, yet she adored the simple romance.

Not finding her book in this section, Rinka ventured deeper into the library over to a side wall that was home to thinner books. They were really dusty like no one had used them in ages, that's what kind of book she was looking for though! She didn't think allot of people attending the school would pick up a children's book. Even if there were kids as young as twelve attending the school, they probably wouldn't be happy enough to read by themselves.

Looking up at the taller shelf, Rinka spotted a suspiciously familiar white spine with a small purple flower at the very top. After a quick glance around she found a small stepping stool to climb upon. Setting it directly under the self that held the book she got up and reached, sadly the majority of students seemed to be much taller than her as the stool only added about half a foot to her height. The main problem was that she still needed about three more inches to get to the shelf! It was soooo close, yet soooo far away. She was even wearing heals that brought her up a couple more inches but noooo! She had to go and not have her growth spurt... hopefully... if there wasn't a growth spurt in her near-future she'd be a little upset, she drank as much milk as she could.

Thinking about her shortness just made Rinka even more stubborn to get the book. The dusty item simply must be hers or she'd just die. Not wanting to give in to this life or death battle over a children's book, Rinka made a stupid decision and jumped up for the book. However, just as she was about to jump a loud shout of 'YES!' made her fumble and attach herself to the top of the shelf, the small stool had also been tipped over by her fumbly jump so when she tried to reach her foot down to stand on it she came up on air. That made sense though, since she'd jumped she probably wouldn't have felt it under her anyway with the added distance. Why couldn't she have thought this through better?

Unsure of what to do Rinka hung to the shelf until she felt something crawling curiously over her fingers. Eyes widening in fear she stuttered quietly, "S... s-s-s... sp-sp...sp.." before screaming, earning her a couple rather annoyed shushes for the second interruption, luckily the librarian wasn't able to see her in-between the bookcases. Trying not to scream anymore, Rinka hung uselessly to the bookshelf, not wanting to fall, but terrified of the tiny creature exploring the weird intrusion into its territory. Silent tears of fear ran down her cheeks as she wished desperately for her own Knight that could save her from the mighty beast.

[viren]

Viren shrugged off any negative feelings, writing down whatever ideas he had next. Evolving was the first step in technology, innovation. Vi had plenty of ideas, but who was listening to listen to him? Not many, most got bored and moved on. Others would listen and then argue about something totally irrelevant. Really? Vi wasn't that social, it wasn't like he started that way, he just sort of grew into that kind of habit. He would give people the cold shoulder when they approached him.

Viren had settled in fine, but he was still treated like a new guy, and in some sense he was. That far off stare that overtook him, people got frightened and spooked away. His green eyes adopted that look now, hsi hand slowed as did the words on the paper.
Do your best Viren, you'll do great things.
His grandfather had said that to him when he had lost his parents.
"Damn it." he growled. His fist tightened and his breath hardened. That was when squeals and stammer erupted the silence brought on by the reading students in the other chairs and tables. He tried to ignore them all, a wave of shushes washing over the screams and silencing them back into the shelves. His green eyes wavered slightly, doing a sort of triple-take to the students, his paper, and the mysterious shelf hiding the one who seemed frightened. Curiosity bit at his heels. The chair squealed as well as he scooted back, standing up to go and investigate. He glanced back at the other occupants, their own eyes seemed to train on something behind the books. Vi poked around the corner, green eyes narrowed to look at the scene that would greet him.
First thing he saw was the mess around the ground and the stool knocked over to one side. He chastised the culprit who did that and left.
Next, he saw the legs and the body, the head included. A pale headed girl dangling helplessly, her fingers groping the top of the book shelf.
Last, the small legged creature sniffing around her strained hands. He wasn't a huge fan of spider either, but he had no quarrel with them.
Viren took pity on the girl, she'd fall and hurt herself sooner or later wouldn't she? He walked over coolly, his eyes raking the girl with an emotion he couldn't yet decipher. His hands went up and took her from under the armpits; it was easy given his strength; lifting her up and over down to the ground. The spider clung to her skin for dear life. He dusted the girl off and plucked the arachnid from her skin, holding it gently in is hands before returning it to above the books. He looked back, watching the girl's face with sudden interest, "What do you think you were doing?" he asked gently, his hands crossing across his chest.

[rinka]

Too busy keeping her eyes trained on the spider, Rinka didn't even notice the boy that came up behind her. She squeaked when a pair of hands grabbed her under the arms, instinctively letting her death-grip on the shelf go and curling her knees up towards her chest like any good cat. The ground seemed so far away, yet it was closing in quickly as she descended, uncurling one leg at a time to be placed firmly on the ground. It was a huge relief to feel the solidity beneath her. She turned to thank her rescuer, but stopped short when she saw the tall boy in front of her.

He was of the male species, yes, and he was about a foot or so taller than her, yes, and she was indeed a bit afraid of his stand-offish and distant look, but she stayed rooted to the spot as he brushed her off. Partly because the spider was still clinging to her, but mostly because of the boy's eyes. She was entranced with the color, they were just such a solid color of green! She couldn't fathom how it was even possible to make a color like his with colored pencils, let alone how his eyes did it. When he removed the spider from her then broke eye-contact to put it back in its home, Rinka finally snapped back into reality and dashed to the end of the bookshelf, hiding behind its corner. She had indeed wished for a valiant knight, but she hadn't expected him to be a knight with black locks instead of golden, making him a black knight.

Though his voice was gentle, Rinka couldn't help but be intimidated by the sheer size of the boy. His unfriendly posture didn't help too much either, he seemed unapproachable with his arms crossed protectively over his chest. Still, she had to answer him, he'd been kind enough to save her after all, plus it would be extremely rude not to. Looking down at the ground, she tried to think of what would be the best response. She wanted to thank him, but it didn't seem like the right time to do so.

Glancing back up at the boy she hugged the shelf's corner with one hand, and pointed up at where she had been hanging with the other. "I.. well, you see... I just.. th-the book... then.. then a sh-shout, then jump.. and the spider, then you..." It probably wasn't all too clear in the choppy sentence, but Rinka was trying to tell him how she wanted the book but then heard someone yell and messed up her jump, then a spider crawled on her which soon led to him saving her. She blushed and looked back at the floor shyly, knowing she didn't make a whole lot of sense, but also knowing she'd just make it worst if she tried to explain.