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« Thread Started on Oct 28, 2007, 1:59pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
The treetops across campus were syncronised by the wind, their long red and orange branches reaching for the sky as one as they danced a tribute to the afternoon together. If one closed one's eyes, it was easy to imagine the trees as paint brushes sending streaks of brilliant fall colour across the robin's egg blue of the cloudless sky, decorating the blank canvas with a whirl of possibilities.
Pax Trafalgar strode across the campus with his hands in his pockets, occasionally glancing up to acknowledge the beauty of the scene as he trudged through the veritable stream of fallen leaves clogging the sidewalk, lifting his old basketball shoes high to keep his balance and hopping between bare patches of concrete as everyone who passed him was doing. You'd think maintenance would get around to cleaning this up, but of course, it was a Saturday and so they wouldn't be bothering until Monday evening unless the president himself saw fit to bother them about it. Pax, a native of New England, was used to a heavy leaf fall in autumn and therefore didn't mind, but by the disgruntled looks of some of his fellow students, it seemed many didn't appreciate being this close to nature.
Up ahead was the library, its white columns rearing up in sharp contrast to the bold colours of the trees. Pax was a frequent visitor of the place for various reasons, occasionally homework but more often SDS work in the form of handing out flyers and recruiting - today, however, his purpose was much less demanding.
Noting a spot in the shadow of the iron eagle statue's wings on the steps, Pax trotted across the mostly deserted lawn and flopped down, extracting a half-eaten Italian sandwich and a book on Carl Jung from the pocket of his jacket and curling up happily to finish his lunch and the read he'd started last night. The prospect of having the rest of the day free was definitely an attractive one, and the idea of an SDS meeting later was quite a silver lining as well. Pax sighed contentedly, glancing up from time to time to keep an eye on his surroundings as he drifted into his book.
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Eden Roswell
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« Reply #1 on Oct 28, 2007, 3:07pm » | |
“Are you sure—“
“Yes, dear, I’m sure!” the librarian repeated angrily, her voice downed to a fresh hiss. Eden Roswell clucked her tongue in mere disapproval and nodded. She stood at the librarian’s desk in the Low Memorial Library, her hair tied back in a ponytail that was now loose from the many times Eden had shook her head.
“Fine, but could you put me on the reserve list? Please?” Eden said almost hauntingly, not looking at the librarian’s eyes. She fiddled with her schoolbag strap for a moment.
The librarian replied, almost sounding fake, “Yes, dear. Of course, your name, please?”
“Eden Roswell,” she replied dully, twisting the strap around. It snapped back almost instantly, taking her finger with it. She winced for a second.
“All set then. Have a nice day.”
Eden nodded and walked through the library towards the front door. Rows of shelves that contained textbooks and novels, ones that Eden would probably never touch. A small section near the front contained records and that was the only thing Eden really ever took out. Excluding the fact that she was looking for a textbook that the library did not have.
She pushed open the front door and was greeted by the autumn air. Several leaves blew past as Eden shut the door behind her. She skipped two steps by jumping, then continued down. She reached the pavement and then began walking across the lawn.
Eden was a bit too peeved to notice her surroundings, her eyes fixed in a squint that took in nothing. She walked the way towards the dormitories.
It was when her foot caught on something that Eden tripped, falling. She held her arms up to her face to prepare herself for the fall, but her head was greeted by the yellowing grassy earth anyway. Rolling over, Eden found her head aching, and she sat up.
“What the hell--?”
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« Reply #2 on Nov 7, 2007, 2:28pm » | |
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I am SO sorry for being so late, I wrote this up a few days ago and completely forgot to post it! *winces* Sorrys!
BIC://
...in which the anima, in this case, presented itself as...
The sound of the library door echoing on the stoop did not distract Pax from his reading, for students had been going in and out of the place all day and no one had stopped to say a word to him, the ones that didn't know him not bothering to glance down and the ones that did knowing him well enough to stay away when he was reading. He did, however, notice the immediate, unexpected pressure that hit his ankle like a runaway train before disconnecting with sickening certainty as the owner of the foot that had been tripped up on his casually-draped leg went flying, and reacted almost at once by jerking his foot out of the way and dropping his book into his lap.
He was too late, however, to save the girl who tumbled down the steps to the lawn beyond. Pax rose guiltily as she rolled over and sat up groggily, brushing off his jeans as he trotted down the white marble steps after her in time to hear her let out a breathless, "What the hell--?"
"Sorry about that!" he said hastily, holding out a hand to help her up and simultaneously wondering who had been at fault. Too late to take back the apology now - it was permanently his fault now that he had offered to take the blame for it . "I'm so sorry," he repeated with a certain degree of new guilt, looking her over for visible damage and seeing nothing too serious, although there were now scuff marks on the dying lawn from her fall. For a moment, he found himself wondering whether or not they would still be there when the frozen ground emerged from the melting snow next spring before focusing on the girl once more. "Are you alright?"
He backed off a few paces for a moment, letting her have some air or rant at him for being such an idiot or whatever she was about to do. Nervously, he offered on a whim, "I'm Pax." Better that she knew to insult him by his name if nothing else...
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