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[Charlie Tzu]

Yay. Breathing life into the library again. With a majorly lame fail post that I'm ashamed of on so many levels.

BABY, NO MUSIC IS NO LIFE

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x. So . . this was the library? Damn, it was unlike any library he had ever seen. It was filled wall to wall with shelves and shelves of countless books, it was nothing compared to the library he had back home. Not that he had much time to visit the library aside for studying, and when he got there he never actually studied. He sat, doodled, and listened to music; it was basically the only quiet time that he had to himself. It was quite nice, and honestly, he missed it. Of course, he didn't miss his busy schedule. Not that his schedule would get any less busy now that he was a student at Eddingborough. This was a top notch school and he was lucky to have gotten into it, so he would definitely have to work hard to keep his grades up. No different from when he was back at home, really. Aside from the fact that he didn't have two parents breathing down his neck and taking note of every little move he made. He never did have claustrophobia, but he was beginning to develop it due to the little space that they gave the boy. Metaphorical claustrophobia, of course, not literal. But don't get me wrong, he loved his parents and he most definitely wouldn't trade them for the world. They're wonderful and he's grateful for everything they've provided him, but they seriously need to take that stick out of their asses. Charlie would never say that to their faces, of course, unless he'd like to get slapped, which he didn't, so he'd continue to bite his tongue. As always. Bite bite bite bite.

x. Anyway, today Charlie was here to explore. Read some books, listen to music, and doodle. Yep, that's what he was going to do with his free time, and he was going to enjoy it. He wandered down a few of the aisles, looking up and down and scanning over the spines of the books. Geometry, geometry, geometry, more geometry and . . geometry. Okay, so he was apparently in the geometry section. He crinkled his nose slightly and paused, reaching out and grabbing a random red-spined book from the shelf and flipping it open to the first page. He continued to look through the book and only got a couple of pages in before closing it rather abruptly. He officially deemed the book boring, but very worthy of "studying." Tucking it under his arm along with his blue tattered doodling notebook, which could easily pass as some really old beat up notebook for a certain class--geometry, in this case--he exited the aisle and headed towards the lounge area. Well, the studying area, but it looked like it was set up to be a lounge. They really knew how to make their students comfortable around here, huh? Well, aside from the dorms, he had already been to his and it paled in comparison to the juniors' and seniors' dorms. At least, so he's heard. But he appreciated it, nonetheless, as he appreciated everything and therefore was quite happy with his room. He hadn't a roommate yet, thankfully, so he wouldn't have to worry about whipping out his night-light and getting teased for it anytime soon.

x. He made his way over to the nicely polished ebony tables--which were surprisingly wooden, something he hadn't noticed from afar--and laid his things down on its surface. He shoved a hand into the pocket of his pants, pulling out his cherry read iPod and unwrapping the ear-chords from around it. Sticking the buds into his ears, he leaned against the edge of the table and began to search for a song on his iPod before sitting down. No, not that one, or that one . . no not that one either. N- . . oh, this song was gooood. He found himself bobbing his head to it, a small smiling tugging at the corners of his lips. Soon more than just his head was moving, his entire body was. It was quite obvious that he had forgotten he was in public, not to mention the library. Solely meant studying in deathly silence while the librarian stared down at you through his thick-rimmed half-moon glasses to make sure you didn't do anything wrong. Most definitely not for rocking out to Enrique Iglesias. Charlie was a goodie-two-shoes, he abided by the rules and usually never broke them. But uh, guess it just slipped his mind today, considering the fact that he was now, oh yes, twirling. He even piped up a bit and began to sing, mimicking Enrique's high-pitched voice in the song, and yet somehow keeping it slightly hushed, but it was still very audible.

x. "Baby, I like it!"

[/color] A pause to twirl yet again. "The way you move on the flo-"[/color] He was cut off by the realization that suddenly struck him when he laid his eyes on the librarian's face over by the bookshelves; he was in the freakin' library, at school, no less. He felt his face heat up like someone had just set him on fire. His cheeks went from pale to pink in a blink of an eye, and the music that was pounding in his ears was drowned out by the pounding of his own heart due to his current guilty and humiliated state. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, he obediently flicked his gaze down to the librarian's feet, mumbled a stuttered, "sorry, I apologize, sorry,"[/color] and turned back around towards the table. He took his ear buds out of his ears and shut the song off; Enrique would have to wait until he was in a safer, more noise-tolerant place than the library. Taking a deep shaky breath, the rosy-cheeked boy finally sat down in the seat and grabbed the geometry book from the table, completely ignoring his tattered notebook. He sunk down in his seat, making it quite obvious that he was ashamed, and cracked open the book. He held it close to his face, the bottom of it resting on his upper stomach so his nose was almost literally buried in the book. He stared wide-eyed at the circles and squares that were printed neatly on the stark white pages of the book and chewed nervously on his lower lip. He was attempting to make himself seem as small and unnoticable as possible after that little show he put on. Had anyone else seen? . . Was there even anyone else in the library? He hadn't noticed, but he was way too afraid to look. If he was approached and taunted anytime soon, then he would know. But for now he would simply stare at the pretty shapes in the pretty red book like the good little pretty boy he was.

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BABY, NO SMILING IS NO LIFE

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[Christian Andrews]

Christian usually didn't uphold an interest in libraries. They were stuffy, and, most of all, you couldn't talk. Well, perhaps you could, but the casual conversation was restricted to a few hellos and perhaps a question. Christian was a boy of many words, and many questions, to bottle that up for a good ten minutes was an effort in itself. Even his mother scorned his chatter-box behavior. She had tried everything.. Giving him the silent treatment, which only made it worse, and playing games. Who can be silent the longest? Chris was not a particularly competitive boy, and staying silent for a game was a waste of time. Especially, when she didn't fully explain the rules.

But there was purpose to visit the library now, it was that he had to study. Studying was never something Christian was good at either. He'd study for five minutes, and take ten to blow off the steam of five. It was a miracle he made it to Eddingborough... He suspected it was his Gram supporting him silently. It was her determination that inspired him to force himself through the application to apply to this school. Yet, a small part of him whispered that he did not belong. A fire, set off through the years he had spent with one optimistic, inspirational woman spoke otherwise. He had earned a place among the clouds and students at this school, therefore he belonged here. He had already unpacked all his clothes from their plastic bags, stored to prevent any passing of germs on the ride there, and his 'supplies'. His dorm was finally settling form the entire bottle of spray he had used to disinfect the room from it's previous owners.

He poked his head into the library, and stepped into the eerie silence. The only noise was the occasional turn of pages or the taping of keys on the computers they offered. No one said anything as he strolled by to the aisles of books, and he longed to say something like 'hello'. But that would only get him into trouble. He cast a quick look at the strict library who gave him a quick look over her half-moon glasses. Naturally, she had to be the stereotypical librarian. Not someone who gave a welcomed smile, but a sharp glare - in warning. He quickly turned into one of the aisles, and out of the view of the sharp looking lady.

Eddingborough was huge. Well, much larger than the tiny school Christian had attended. He would be lying to say he wasn't intimated. How many boys attended this school? Surely hundreds. No wonder they appointed such a lady of the librarian. He poked the bindings of the books tediously as he read them. The action was involtary, and soon he realized he was in the long section. All history. What he needed was math. The dreadful subject was his worst. No matter how the teacher tried to explain it, Chris never seemed to grasp it... As he crossed the library to what seemed an aisle coated in geography books, he crossly grabbed the first one he saw off the self. The worn binding told him it was well used, and maybe a little useful. As he turned back toward the lounge he heard something. Singing? It certainly wasn't the typing of keys or the turning of pages. He peeked out, from the math aisle, to see a boy dancing... and singing. The librarian didn't look amused. At all. But Christian couldn't of be happier. Finally, someone who had a little life left.

He watched as the boy came to the realization that he had gained quite a few scornful eyes. He sank right back down, and opened up his text book. Geometry, most luckily, the same Christian had to bear. He quickly crossed the room to the table where the boy sat, ashamed. A smile brimming on his lips as he stood across from the boy. "Ah," he muttered, reminding himself to speak quieter, "my name is Christian. May I sit here?" he seated himself before the boy could answer anyway. He silently swung the text book in the other boy's direction and gave him and dispirited look. One most deserving, when speaking of math.