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This sounds totally cool. Just needs a bit of fleshing out in terms of the bonds. Definitely interested.
Posted an IC. :3
...For a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate with his capacity for wonder...
Mitchel read the last page before sighing and closing his book. He always seemed to be able to be caught up in the experience of reading and that book was no exception. The young man slipped The Great Gatsby into the return slot with a soft thump. He looked around the library and picked up a pencil from his desk, beginning to tap a beat using that in his right hand and his bare left hand.
What to read next...something that I haven't read a lot...
Mitchel stretched and oh-so-casually slipped his hand into his pants pocket, pulling out his PFP.
Or maybe the reading can wait just a little bit?
There was no harm in just relaxing a bit and playing something, right? He stopped and thought for a moment.
On the other hand, there was that new book that everyone's been talking about on some of the social networking sites and that's getting a movie. Wow, I think I just described any YA book in like the last 2 years.
He crouched his feet against the desk and pushed off, turning a bit to wheel his chair to the recently shipped books. It was always a bad habit that once the new books were laminated, Mitchel couldn't resist reading one before putting them out. He grabbed the book he was thinking about.
"The Fault in Our Stars, huh?"
He turned it over and read the back, listening to the critics talk about poignancy and all the other words that are usually reserved for good novels. Considering that, this one had to be at least decent, right?
He opened to the first page and began to read.
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time thinking about death. ...
Mitchel read the last page before sighing and closing his book. He always seemed to be able to be caught up in the experience of reading and that book was no exception. The young man slipped The Great Gatsby into the return slot with a soft thump. He looked around the library and picked up a pencil from his desk, beginning to tap a beat using that in his right hand and his bare left hand.
What to read next...something that I haven't read a lot...
Mitchel stretched and oh-so-casually slipped his hand into his pants pocket, pulling out his PFP.
Or maybe the reading can wait just a little bit?
There was no harm in just relaxing a bit and playing something, right? He stopped and thought for a moment.
On the other hand, there was that new book that everyone's been talking about on some of the social networking sites and that's getting a movie. Wow, I think I just described any YA book in like the last 2 years.
He crouched his feet against the desk and pushed off, turning a bit to wheel his chair to the recently shipped books. It was always a bad habit that once the new books were laminated, Mitchel couldn't resist reading one before putting them out. He grabbed the book he was thinking about.
"The Fault in Our Stars, huh?"
He turned it over and read the back, listening to the critics talk about poignancy and all the other words that are usually reserved for good novels. Considering that, this one had to be at least decent, right?
He opened to the first page and began to read.
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time thinking about death. ...
Elodie, when should we work on our thing?
First IC posted. ^.^
"That...that would be ok with you guys, right?"
"...Why is it...not...?"
Mitchel Stowe slowly opened his eyes to the light flooding from the window and the morning breeze coming through the slightly ajar opening in it.
Another dream like that...I really need to get that out of my head.
He brushed his hair out of his eye as he leaned up in his bed, looking out the window to the Library. He thought that white always suited a library, that it could represent not only the pages of the books within but also the white of the canvas of one's mind before it's painted by a book. Looking to his right, he picked up the book that he was reading before he went to bed.
The Great Gatsby...read that a bit too many times.
He pushed his covers back and stretched out, sending a satisfying shiver down his spine. Mitchel hopped out of bed and got in the shower.
~
After the long, arduous task of drying his hair, Mitchel went through his normal morning routine to get ready for the day to start. Once he was dressed, he made sure he had everything.
Let's see...book...bookmark...library key...PFP...that should be it.
He started out of his bedroom door and walked down the hall to his kitchen.
Oh, right...food.
Mitchel rummaged through the cupboard to find something simple for breakfast. Oatmeal wouldn't do. Besides taking too long to make, it had a tendency to get stuck in his teeth sometimes and for greeting library patrons, that just wouldn't do. Toast would be a bit messy and he didn't want to show up with jelly on his face or anything. He grabbed a decent-size granola bar and headed through the living room and out the door.
It was quite a beautiful day. The sun was shining, but it wasn't so hot as to be uncomfortable. Mitchel walked slowly;he didn't have to be at the library for about 15 minutes and it was just across the street. He observed the building itself. The large, shining white paint was recent so there weren't many imperfections. He took pride in that. Some of the old buildings in this town had chipped paint or other things like that. Mitchel didn't consider himself a perfectionist by any means, but there was nothing wrong with having a little pride in that, he figured.
He finished his granola bar and got to the front. He pulled out the key and twirled it around for a second before putting it in the keyhole and turning it. Mitchel opened the door
and entered his world of paper and bindings.
"...Why is it...not...?"
Mitchel Stowe slowly opened his eyes to the light flooding from the window and the morning breeze coming through the slightly ajar opening in it.
Another dream like that...I really need to get that out of my head.
He brushed his hair out of his eye as he leaned up in his bed, looking out the window to the Library. He thought that white always suited a library, that it could represent not only the pages of the books within but also the white of the canvas of one's mind before it's painted by a book. Looking to his right, he picked up the book that he was reading before he went to bed.
The Great Gatsby...read that a bit too many times.
He pushed his covers back and stretched out, sending a satisfying shiver down his spine. Mitchel hopped out of bed and got in the shower.
~
After the long, arduous task of drying his hair, Mitchel went through his normal morning routine to get ready for the day to start. Once he was dressed, he made sure he had everything.
Let's see...book...bookmark...library key...PFP...that should be it.
He started out of his bedroom door and walked down the hall to his kitchen.
Oh, right...food.
Mitchel rummaged through the cupboard to find something simple for breakfast. Oatmeal wouldn't do. Besides taking too long to make, it had a tendency to get stuck in his teeth sometimes and for greeting library patrons, that just wouldn't do. Toast would be a bit messy and he didn't want to show up with jelly on his face or anything. He grabbed a decent-size granola bar and headed through the living room and out the door.
It was quite a beautiful day. The sun was shining, but it wasn't so hot as to be uncomfortable. Mitchel walked slowly;he didn't have to be at the library for about 15 minutes and it was just across the street. He observed the building itself. The large, shining white paint was recent so there weren't many imperfections. He took pride in that. Some of the old buildings in this town had chipped paint or other things like that. Mitchel didn't consider himself a perfectionist by any means, but there was nothing wrong with having a little pride in that, he figured.
He finished his granola bar and got to the front. He pulled out the key and twirled it around for a second before putting it in the keyhole and turning it. Mitchel opened the door
and entered his world of paper and bindings.
Oops, sorry for the double post.
I'll probably finish tonight or tomorrow.
I'll probably finish tonight or tomorrow.
I need to work more on my first IC post. Better do that now. :3
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