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Post by elena kaitlyn davenport on Apr 11, 2009 3:34:30 GMT -5
Elena tediously turned the next page of her novel. Her Saturday afternoon was turning out to be annoyingly dull. She sighed at the thought that this would be the life she would have to life out at school. All work and no play. Elena could feel her brow furrowing. Makes Elena a dull girl. Having no one to fill in the free hours with her, she had resided to the school library. Elena trusted reading. It made her seem all studious and tranquil – she hoped such actions would keep her safe. Elena wandered aimlessly around the many shelves of the library, her fingers gently gliding over the spines of wonderful, wonderful books. Randomly, Elena reached out and took a book. The title read:
Nineteen Eighty Four by George Orwell
Turning, the book over she speed read the blurb. The words political satire pooped out at her. She sighed with boredom, and mentally abused herself for trying for reading a novel to help release boredom. It should have been obvious to her that it was impossible, but then again it wasn’t like she had anything else to do. Elena moved towards a table in the corner of the quiet library with her book. That was another reason why she liked the library, it was tranquil. No one could kill her in here, no sir-e-bob.
She leaned back in her chair and turned her face upwards towards the ceiling, allowing her shoulders to sag backwards against the chair frame. Sulkily, she began reading her book, but failed to become absorbed. She sighed mentally. Why did it seem that there was not a single person in this school worth talking too?
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Post by eros archeron montague on Apr 14, 2009 16:05:19 GMT -5
Eros was rather bored today, so he figured he would go where he always went when he found himself to be utterly bored with no one to screw and nothing to do. It was his thought process, so don't knock it 'til you try it. So, after getting dressed in his usual style of a sleeveless shirt, briefs, tight jeans, and some form of trainers, Eros began his long trek from his dorm room to the library. And, by long, of course we actually mean about three minutes, including actually getting into the library itself.
So, as Eros walked through the doors, he ignored the librarian and kept going. In fact, he was actually ignoring everyone he crossed. That was typical Eros behavior, especially since none of them were his acquaintances, nor were they attractive males. Those were usually the two qualifications you had to meet to actually talk to Eros. That, and having a common enemy, or victim of verbal abuse. Usually if you had a common enemy, Eros would just take you out as a mere obstacle to be dealt with before he attacked his real target.
Speaking of that, he was getting rather hungry in the last few days, and he needed to hunt. Maybe tonight he would go and kill some food. That is, screw and then kill some food. See, vampires never followed the 'don't play with your food rule.' Well, at least most of them didn't. According to his family, the food you ate was either packs of blood or animals. Occassionally Eros strayed from that path of food selection. But either way, that would have to wait until tonight.
Right now, however, he had to deal with the bitch that had just cut him off while trying to get to the fiction shelf. Some people really annoyed him. However, as he caught her scent, she did earn a few brownie points for being a fellow vampire. But a very slim few. Eros propped himself against a shelf, arms crossed, until he was able to go and grab the book he was interested in: Animal Farm by George Orwell. Oddly enough, as he grabbed his book and followed the girl to the seating area, where he grabbed the only other chair, which was diagonally next to her, he realized that she had also pulled a book by George Orwell. Personally, Eros liked animals standing in for Socialist Russians better.
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Post by elena kaitlyn davenport on Apr 16, 2009 0:18:43 GMT -5
Elena's eyebrows raised distastefully at the guy who sat on her table, destroying any thought she had of tranquility and solitude. Elena tilted her head up slightly and recognised the boy. The notorius Eros Montague, he was the type of guy Britney Spears would call a womanizer. Honestly, what could i guy like that want in a library? Elena's eyes strayed across the book he held and almost laughed. Animal Farm by George Orwell, another political satire which she had actually read and by the same author that Elena was reading from.
Still, Elena found it odd that the Montague boy would enjoy reading, about politics. Elena mused over the title and decided that yes, a book about egocentral pigs probably suited him, but hey, who was she to judge? She coudl tell by his scent that he was a vampire, like her. That demanded at least a small amount of respect. A very small amount.
Elena could feel herself tensing at his unwelcome presence. Shouldn't he be out screwing and feeding? He hadn't even done anything, and yet she was annoyed. "You know," Elena began, breaking the silence between them. "I never thought guys like you spent their time in libraries - actually reading." Elena had no idea why she was speaking outloud to him, she could have just moved herself! "Aren't there people for you to do, things to see?" Elena abruptly shut her mouth. Starting arguments was not good!
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Post by eros archeron montague on Apr 16, 2009 11:10:44 GMT -5
Eros began opening up the book, skimming any introduction that could be found and checking out how the book was organized. he knew what it was about, roughly, but liked to get familiarized with the author's style of writing and organization before he actually began reading the book. Flipping through the pages like one of those animation books that caused the picture to move when flipped through fastly, Eros reached the back of the book. Satisfied that he could read the entire thing by nightfall, for it wasn't that late in the day, Eros began. Page One.
However, before he got to the second sentance, he noticed a slight change in the emotional atmosphere. He could sense the distatse, and it exuded from the girl across from him. He had no clue who she was. He didn't bother to know either, so he continued to read onto page two before the girl broke the silence. What the hell had he done to be disturbed by this bitch? It was really aggravating. After all, all he had done was sit at the same table as her and started reading. It didn't exactly constitute the inquisition that seemed to be going on. He thought that a fellow vampire would show some more respect.
trying to read through her mindless blabbering, Eros looked up and gave the girl a look that screamed that he didn't care if she kept talking until she was blue in the face. He wasn't listening. It also rang out with a good "are you finished yet" meaning behind it. However, as she persisted, he found this whole scene too entertaining to let pass. "What do you mean, guys like me?" Eros figured he would let the fact that he had probably read half of this library slide. It was superficial information that he didn't care to share. The next statement just caused Eros to laugh, however, and he figured he would only grace her with a look and a one word response, "Really?" It was more of a "really now" thsan an actual question.
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Post by elena kaitlyn davenport on Apr 17, 2009 1:56:50 GMT -5
Elena sat back in her chair and closed the book in front of her. "Are you telling me that you really enjoy reading?" Elena said after a silent moment. She gestured to the book he held. Elena had no idea why she was honestly bothering. it was none of her buisness and he didn't seem all that keen to talk to her. Well thats probably cause im an accusational bitch, Elena admitted.
But what the hell was she doing? Starting an argument over books? This was the exact thign that would put her under the Execution Squad's radar. She didn't like it, but Elena knew what she had to do. She sighed. "Sorry, im rude. You just don't seem like the type of guy that seems into books." She muttered, quite sulkily. And plus im in a shit ass mood, Elena thoughtm but she didn't say that out loud. She wasn't really into apologies, she didn't often have a need for them. After all, talking and knowing people just got you into trouble. Her dead boyfriend was proof of that.
Elena smiled complyingly as he laughed at her remark. In truth, she didn't know whether he was amused, or just laughing at her. She bit her lip as another worrying though entered her mind. She had three options, ignore him, leave or talk to him. She picked up her book and pretended to read and calm herself down. Silence descended over the table, but Elena still felt tense. "I don't think I've ever seen you around here before." She remarked, not unkindly. "Do you come here often?" She immediatley groaned inwardly at the way that her question sounded like a friggin pick up line. Elena had to admit to herself, she had absolutley no social skills.
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Post by eros archeron montague on Apr 28, 2009 17:42:22 GMT -5
Eros looked over the cover of his book at the girl. She was really beginning to annoy him. First she flips out on him for no reason, then she acts like everything is okay? Now, Eros didn't forgive people for one reason: he didn't care enough to do so, or enough to be offended for that matter. If someone was being a stupid ignorant waste of space, he just ignored them and went on with his life. Or, well, he might possibly use them as a source of food. However, as this girl was a vampire, it would be too much effort to attempt to kill her. And she wasn't a source of food either.
Eros heard the question and ignored her, waiting for a few more to come about. It was a 'yes' or 'no' answer anyways, so he could combine it with other answers if he really wanted, or simply didn't want to waste time now. He tried reading again before the next question was asked. He laid the book down before she went any further. "Yes, I read often," he answered, addressing the first question before he went to the second one, "But please, do tell me what 'type of guy' you think I am." He was quite curious, wondering how he came off to the general public was his main concern after all.
Okay, not really, but he hoped that the girl would give up and leave. yet, something deep down inside of him told Eros she wasn't leaving anytime soon. He groaned mentally and picked up the book. However, the girl couldn't take a hint as she kept hurling questions at him, the latter one sounding like a corny pick up line. He doubted he would go to her for anything sexual or date-related. He wasn't that desparate to get blown. Closing the book in defeat, Eros laid it on the table. "Well, that's a shame; and yes." His answer was short and sweet, approving of his fresh tone as he looked the girl back in the eye.
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Post by elena kaitlyn davenport on May 1, 2009 22:43:27 GMT -5
Elena grit her teeth. Here she was, tryign to be nice after being a bitch. And there he was being a dickhead. Oh well, what should she care? She was an idiot for saying anything in the first place. This was not making her day great. Elena Ignored his inquiry, just like he at first ignored hers. Without a word or so much as a glance Elena pulled herself off the chair, left her bock on the table and walked out of the library, with a nonchalant spring in her step.
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