Post by Miss Murder on Jun 26, 2009 23:42:37 GMT -5
Jared wasn't fond of the library. In fact he found himself often avoiding the area in general. When he'd go to class he'd go the longer way rather than pass the library. Why, did he have such a distinguished distaste for the library? For one the library continued books in which one was to study from. Studying was like a thorn up Jared's ass. The second reason, was the library had a certain smell. Well, normally libraries smelled of the stale pages of books which they contained, but not Eddingborough's, oh no. Then, that was all to blame for the rumored stash of porn magazines that was said to belong to the librarian. Jared, in fear of finding some boy jacking off in the corner of one of the aisles, didn't venture too far.
Lastly, but reason enough to never enter the library itself, was the librarian. He was a strange character for sure. Jared, would never quite figure him out. The man could be distinguished as a pervert, but then also as a strict, strangely short tempered man. In many ways he confused and pissed of the boy. First, on occasions when Jared half dragged himself down to the library to study the man would always yell at him. He'd just be sitting there, quietly reading, and with the rustle of a single page the librarian would be sent into a hysteria. According to the librarian Jared was a disturbance, and it seemed just with his presence he would make the man mad. Jared just didn't understand it.
The matter of the fact was that Jared's feet dragged across the hallway as he stopped at the forbidden door. He was excepting a most unpleasant visit, and with the librarian's bug eyed greeting it was confirmed. Browsing, the aisles he began in search of a book on the Civil War for Social Studies. He wasn't one for history, and so it would be best if he at least put in a tiny bit of effort. Maybe, he and Claude would pass that way. His roommate seemed reluctant as he was on going to the library, but possibly it was for other reasons.
Reading the bindings on the books he grabbed the first one that fitted the topic he was researching and then another. Dragging a stack of books to one of the tables he felt the librarian's eyes on him - much to his discomfort. As quietly as he could manage he set the stack carefully on the table and opened the first one up. With the flipping of a page the curse united like a spark to dry hay. "Mr. Daniels! How many times do I have to tell you to be QUIET! This is a library!" the man pipped up from his desk or territory. Jared didn't dare talk back, but rather bowed his head toward the text on the paper. Seriously, was the librarian really out to get him? Was the stale smell really all from the rumored porn magazines? Whatever the case Jared just truthfully didn't have the desire to know.
Lastly, but reason enough to never enter the library itself, was the librarian. He was a strange character for sure. Jared, would never quite figure him out. The man could be distinguished as a pervert, but then also as a strict, strangely short tempered man. In many ways he confused and pissed of the boy. First, on occasions when Jared half dragged himself down to the library to study the man would always yell at him. He'd just be sitting there, quietly reading, and with the rustle of a single page the librarian would be sent into a hysteria. According to the librarian Jared was a disturbance, and it seemed just with his presence he would make the man mad. Jared just didn't understand it.
The matter of the fact was that Jared's feet dragged across the hallway as he stopped at the forbidden door. He was excepting a most unpleasant visit, and with the librarian's bug eyed greeting it was confirmed. Browsing, the aisles he began in search of a book on the Civil War for Social Studies. He wasn't one for history, and so it would be best if he at least put in a tiny bit of effort. Maybe, he and Claude would pass that way. His roommate seemed reluctant as he was on going to the library, but possibly it was for other reasons.
Reading the bindings on the books he grabbed the first one that fitted the topic he was researching and then another. Dragging a stack of books to one of the tables he felt the librarian's eyes on him - much to his discomfort. As quietly as he could manage he set the stack carefully on the table and opened the first one up. With the flipping of a page the curse united like a spark to dry hay. "Mr. Daniels! How many times do I have to tell you to be QUIET! This is a library!" the man pipped up from his desk or territory. Jared didn't dare talk back, but rather bowed his head toward the text on the paper. Seriously, was the librarian really out to get him? Was the stale smell really all from the rumored porn magazines? Whatever the case Jared just truthfully didn't have the desire to know.
