Post by Emile William Defoe on Feb 17, 2009 21:58:46 GMT -5
Fuck this. Emile thought, staring at the worksheet before him. It was filled with nonsense symbols, and horrible, horrible Ancient Runes things. Not that Emmie didn’t understand it. He just believed he had much, much better things to be doing.
He grasped his sheet in his hands, crumpling it up and throwing it in a corner of the library. Weather the bitchy librarian had noticed or not, he neither cared nor noticed. Emmie got up from his seat, and walked toward the Muggle Literature section, in the back of the library.
Shaking the black bangs from his face, he scanned the titles, looking for something the least bit promising. Gibran, too preachy…hmm….
Eliot. Of course. Why not? What else to do on his lunch break?
Doing a subconscious check of his cigarettes in his back pocket, Emmie turned around for a mere second. And, of course, slammed right into someone. You could say he was fairly oblivious.
“Hey!” He seethed, glaring at whomever he bumped into, “Watch where you’re fucking going!” Of course, it was him who had hit them, but still. It didn’t matter to him.
He grasped his sheet in his hands, crumpling it up and throwing it in a corner of the library. Weather the bitchy librarian had noticed or not, he neither cared nor noticed. Emmie got up from his seat, and walked toward the Muggle Literature section, in the back of the library.
Shaking the black bangs from his face, he scanned the titles, looking for something the least bit promising. Gibran, too preachy…hmm….
Eliot. Of course. Why not? What else to do on his lunch break?
Doing a subconscious check of his cigarettes in his back pocket, Emmie turned around for a mere second. And, of course, slammed right into someone. You could say he was fairly oblivious.
“Hey!” He seethed, glaring at whomever he bumped into, “Watch where you’re fucking going!” Of course, it was him who had hit them, but still. It didn’t matter to him.
