Post by Zaelus Mortiche on Jul 4, 2008 0:53:53 GMT -5
Zaelus pushed the door open with a foot, rather unfeeling and insensitive with his composure towards it's disgusting stench of ancient stain and rough petrified wood. The sound that leeched from its grinding joints was just as unpleasurable, followed by a draft of air wafted from an open window, smothered by the choking tickle of dust and stagnant oxygen. It wasn't very mind-boggling why people didn't find libraries so pleasurable. He brought a clean, unscented piece of cotton to his nose with a quiet, slight movement, and entered to his displeasure.
The library he used to live by was well-kept by an old woman who lived only to clean, and the smell of her washed down cleaner mixed with the aroma of the posies she grew by the windows was almost pleasant in comparison. He just wanted to get a good piece of reading material, something that'd last a while, and abandon his current living situation. He managed to bypass a lot of the formal technicalities and pursue living on the underbellies of other people's attention, especially in the eyes of faculty.
With a mild breath, Zael passed a group of students that mildly mocked his kerchief as he went about his business, causing a glare to settle on his features. He paid them no mind and wandered into the fiction section without stalling or further notice. He pulled it from his face a small distance as he stopped in front of a long wooden bookshelf. He ran his fingers over the antique wood, and then lifted his fingertips with poise to examine the scrollwork on the fine hardcover books it held. The collection was to be rivaled in competition to most other establishments, although everything seemed much older, and not very in the up-to-date part of the fiction world.
He sighed, and slouched back, dropping his arms to his sides. Looks like he would be going to order the books from the lady at the front for him to be able to get anything in his interests.
The library he used to live by was well-kept by an old woman who lived only to clean, and the smell of her washed down cleaner mixed with the aroma of the posies she grew by the windows was almost pleasant in comparison. He just wanted to get a good piece of reading material, something that'd last a while, and abandon his current living situation. He managed to bypass a lot of the formal technicalities and pursue living on the underbellies of other people's attention, especially in the eyes of faculty.
With a mild breath, Zael passed a group of students that mildly mocked his kerchief as he went about his business, causing a glare to settle on his features. He paid them no mind and wandered into the fiction section without stalling or further notice. He pulled it from his face a small distance as he stopped in front of a long wooden bookshelf. He ran his fingers over the antique wood, and then lifted his fingertips with poise to examine the scrollwork on the fine hardcover books it held. The collection was to be rivaled in competition to most other establishments, although everything seemed much older, and not very in the up-to-date part of the fiction world.
He sighed, and slouched back, dropping his arms to his sides. Looks like he would be going to order the books from the lady at the front for him to be able to get anything in his interests.