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Post by mars on Oct 31, 2011 2:25:51 GMT -5
It was lunch time. The library had the every now and then student looking to find a book to pass the time. Sitting at a table, surrounded by medical journals, was the school's nurse. Her position made it so you could only see the dress under the table, and that was plenty to tell who she was.
Now, why was the nurse in the library during lunch instead of in the depository? Wouldn't students be battling at this time? Why didn't she take her break during class when the students were busy with school work? The answer was quite simple.
Have you ever met the teachers at this school?
It was much more likely for a student to be sent to the depository during class because of a pen stuck in their face cause they didn't dodge it. Mars had become very used to the patterns of this school.
If one was close enough, they would hear a slurping sound every now and then coming from the books. Now, either Mars was licking the books or she was breaking one of the main rules about food being in the library. Of course, this was Mars... almost any student walking past would immediately imagine the first option and find themselves surprised that the image didn't seem all that far-fetched.
The truth was the second option. Mars had taken her home-made chow mein, built a wall of books around her so that no one could see her, and proceeded to read a rather disturbing book on the effects of skin-consuming bacteria and disease. Strong stomach? Yes, thank you.
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Nov 11, 2011 21:39:19 GMT -5
Book reports. Dante detested them, particularly since he had the tendency to procrastinate on them as long as was possible without failing. This was the exact reason why he was in the library rather than at lunch with his friends. Sure, he could go start the most epic food fight of all time, but he only had two more days until said report was due. If he didn’t get to work now, he never would once he got home. His sisters had the habit of distracting him when he wanted to focus if only because they were to two biggest trolls in existence, this he was sure of. It didn’t help that his won room was full of distractions. Like the mandolin. The musician in him simply couldn’t ignore it.
Dante was more than happy to skip lunch. It wouldn’t be the first time after all, and he always wound up having to cook something once he returned home. Such was the price of being the only other person besides his mother who could cook in the Giovanni household. The moment he walked through the door, his sisters would go about stalking him and begging for food as though they hadn’t eaten in years until Dante would wander into the kitchen and throw something together. The things he did to be a good older brother.
Dante was by no means short, but for some reason the book he needed was on a shelf just out of his reach. Staring up at the unattainable tome, the Italian narrowed his eyes and tried to think of how to get it. If he weren’t inside, his first instinct would be to get a running start and try to run up the bookcase to grab it. He suspected that doing parkour in the library was something that was frowned upon, though, and he’s rather avoid another detention. Still, there didn’t really seem to be any other option. The thought to go get one of the ladders didn’t cross his mind, possibly because it was far too easy.
Looking around to be sure the librarian was out of sight, Dante wandered quickly down to the end of the aisle of books before turning and running as fast as possible along the bookcase. He managed to jump up and run along the row of books just long enough to grab the book he needed. The grin on his face was a smug one right up until a deluge of books he didn’t need came tumbling down at him,
“Dannazione!” ((Damn it!))
The blonde landed flat on his ass and was promptly covered in a pile of books. He really should have expected such a mishap, but it seemed he didn’t have as much foresight as one would expect. Embarrassed and likely bruised, Dante simply stayed under the pile of books to brood. Why dig his way out? All it would get him was detention and a load of pain having to move through what were likely a dozen new bruises.
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Post by mars on Nov 12, 2011 3:35:51 GMT -5
There were quite a few students that came into and left the library during lunch. They all had their own reasons and agendas, so Mars didn't really pay much attention. Being the nurse, and not the librarian, as long as students weren't causing harm to themselves or someone else, she had no business getting involved. Her book was too interesting anyway… and her food was too tasty… speaking of food, she was beginning to realize that she had made too much.
As she sat up to stretch her back (leaning over to avoid being noticed too readily wasn't very kind to the back), Mars scanned the library to see who was around. The librarian was still not in sight, which made her relatively happy in her medicated haze. Surprisingly, the library was lacking in general movement. Only one student caught her eye, though, she could sense one or two also in the area, probably just behind a shelf, or just out of her sight.
Beginning to lean down to continue her lunch and book, she stopped, noticing something about the student in sight. He seemed to be staring at a book just out of his reach, a contemplative expression on his face, at least, from what she could tell. Only about 25% of his face was visible at this angle. She assumed that, as a boy, he was either thinking about swallowing his pride and asking for help or doing something incredibly stupid. She bet on the later.
For a moment, it looked as if she was mistaken as the boy turned and wandered away from the book. Maybe he was going to look for a ladder. Or ask for help? What was this? He had stopped. And was now running back toward the shelf with the book.
Called it.
This would be interesting. Maybe he was skilled enough to pull it off. If that was true, she would likely be impressed, but that would be the end of her attention on the boy. On the other hand, maybe he was overestimating himself, and underestimating the laws of physics. In hopes of keeping things interesting, she secretly hoped he failed and landed on his butt. She blamed those mean thoughts on the meds.
It looked for a moment, as if he'd actually pull it off, but he ended up pulling off a lot more than he wanted. In terms of books, anyway. Within moments, he was on the floor, covered in a pile of books. The medic in her immediately went on alert, even though she knew it was very unlikely that anything serious had happened. Of course, if a book corner hit the right spot, it could cause hemorrhaging in the brain and he could die in moments. She waited for a moment… she felt the muscles that would lift her from the chair ready themselves… there was no movement under the books.
The chair lurched backwards. By the time it hit the floor, she was already half way to the boy. She could see the outline of his soul, but with the meds and eyepatch, she couldn't tell details, and right now, she didn't have any desire to. Despite the heeled boots she wore, it was difficult to hear her foot steps. She carefully kneeled next to the pile of books, her skirt neatly crumpling around her. Book by book, she carefully removed the avalanche of paper and ink. Her movement were efficient. As soon as she got down to the boy, her deft hands checked his head for bumps.
He'd likely recognize her as the drunk school nurse. The blush on her cheeks and the dazed look in her half open eye would only seem to serve as evidence that she was drinking on the job. Very few knew that she took medication, and even fewer than that knew why.
"I don't see or feel any significant damage to your skull. Do you hurt anywhere? Any sensation of rushing blood? Dizziness? Nausea? Blurred or double vision?" Her voice was clear, not at all a jumbled, slurring mess of a drunk person.
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Post by Dante Giovanni on Nov 13, 2011 20:04:13 GMT -5
Dante hadn’t really expected anyone to rush to his aid. He hadn’t even noticed that many other people in the library, it was practically deserted save for one of two others. The blonde would have much rathered to simply stay under the pile of books and wallow in his own shame for a few more minutes. That idea was terribly stupid, why had he thought parkour in the library was a good idea. Plus now he’d have to clean the mess up to avoid the librarian throwing a high holy fit. That was something he would like to avoid, yes.
He assumed that this woman who had dug him out of the book tomb and was now feeling around his skull for injuries was the school nurse. He doubted anybody else would be asking such specific questions. Dante hadn’t actually ever had a need to see the nurse at Shibusen, though, so he was merely assuming. He decided it was probably a good idea to answer her inquiries as well. Staying silent may give the impression that he was too hurt to talk, which wasn’t at all the case. Dante sat up and winced a bit in doing so. Certainly not the worst fall he’d ever had, but it still hurt pretty bad,
“Well, I’m a little sore from how I landed, but other than that I feel pretty normal.”
Dante a little worried by some of the symptoms she was listing, though. He didn’t think you could get nauseous from a fall, but he wasn’t really all that medical savvy so what did he know? Noticing he still held the book he’d been after in his hand, he held it up and laughed bit half heartedly,
“I guess that was a pretty stupid way to try and get a book off the shelf, eh?”
Yes, try and laugh off the situation of his idiocy, that was the perfect option. The Italian was rather embarrassed at his antics. If he’d pulled off such a fit it would have been ridiculously awesome, but of course he just wasn’t that skilled yet. Turning back to the pile of books surrounding him, a little twinge of guilt set in and Dante’s face took on the expression of a kicked puppy. Okay yeah, he’d really messed this up,
“Maledizione mia follia.” ((Curse my foolishness.))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2011 3:17:49 GMT -5
The dark haired girl adjusted her glasses as they slid down her nose a tiny bit, which was an uncommon look for her. She didn't normally wear a pair of one of her glasses unless she absolutely needed to. It just turned out today that she absolutely needed to wear them because she had ran out of her contacts. She had spazzed out and forgot to order some more when she realized she only had a couple of pairs left. So for now she would continued to fiddle with her glasses until her contacts were dropped off at her apartment.
Natsuki was perfectly fine with this, however, and in fact it inspired her to head to the library in the school a lot more. She was a weird child and wearing glasses made her want to stick her nose in a book even more than she usually did. She was a fan of reading after all so it wasn't like it was a problem or anything. Her siblings had always thought that she was strange for this weird of hers but she didn't really care. So here she was in the library looking upon the shelves for books that she could read and take home with her.
It was only the lunch break so she wouldn't have very much time to find much. She already had a decent pile though so she would probably wind up walking out of there with a pile blocking her eyes. She was a rather fast reader after all and so it would most likely not take her long to finish them. She would definitely have them all read by the time they were due back as she never returned a book back late. She may be a wild, strange girl but she had morals and they included returning books back in on time.
It was about at the same time she was placing her decently sized pile on a table that she heard the crashing of books. It had caught her attention nonetheless and now she had to quench her curiosity by going to see what had happened. The crash sounded like it had come from a few aisles away and so she walked the length then peeked around the edge of the bookshelf to see what was going on. It seemed that she hadn't been the only one who had heard the crashing as there was a woman kneeling beside the book covered person asking from what she could tell some medical related questions. She wasn't really all too concerned as to if the person was okay because well she didn't know them but was just curious as to how they ended up in such a predicament.
Nat didn't care for the person's well being all up until the person sat up off of the floor not covered in books and then she was both curious about how he ended up that way and concerned about him. She had only just met him but her being a naturally social person already considered them a friend let alone the fact that he was friends with her weapon. She came out from where she was peeking around the shelves with a frown upon her face and rushed over to where Dante was still sitting on the floor. To her disdain though there were quite an awful lot of books scattered about the floor and she was still quite clumsy despite being a ninjaish type person so she was almost destined to trip on a book in her haste. She fell forward fast falling on top of Dante as she was that close and to top it all off her chest landed right in his face; hey there nice big Nat boobs nice to meet you.
"Damn it! Stupid freaking book!!" Nat seemed to be too preoccupied cursing at the book to realize her current issue. "Why would books want to freaking trip people?!" She continued moving slightly still completely oblivious to the fact that Dante just had a face full of her boobs.
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