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Post by Rook on Nov 5, 2008 0:16:29 GMT -5
[This was once an abandoned thread, I liked the idea and it only got three posts. So I reused it for ya Billy.]
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Rook frequented the library, so the staff was used to him, though did not completely appreciate his presence because of the fuss it had sometimes received, he'd been coming here his whole life, it was only after he had been promoted so high in rank that all this nonsense had begun. He wasn't really famous, but it was a lot like it, Christ, he couldn't meet a person's eye without causing a hectic day for the librarians, they had enough hectic activity as it was, the Library being the dark, mysterious place it was.
He was sure if he wasn't at least a little discreet one of those old matriarchs would take a ruler to him, no matter how old he happened to be. Rook however, often did not go through the effort to hide his status, he had no other jobs, except his writing and it was under such a non-descript pen name that no one in their right minds would make a wild connection like that.
Well except Harley, but Harley had been his Professor so he did not count.
Anyway, big hulking hybrid? No chance of hiding his appearance, he just had to try to blend in.
Wearing a black sweater and an umbrella was a pretty good option in that case, the curious thrum of his robotic claws had dulled to a low beat, only he could hear, and this comforted him in the silence as he strode, damp from the chilled weather outside, carefully from shelf to shelf, occasionally reaching forward and touching a spine.
Until he found that one.
He ran his claws gently over the cover, picking up snatches of words from the protected pages, directly into his mind. Her words fed his memory, and her beautiful voice was almost tangible...almost.
The only time he felt more close to Cleo was when Jamie was with him, and those days were become scarcer as she got older and fell into the Angel trap he had indeed fallen into himself. The job was like the drink.
He heard her words in his mind, bright haughty words, a bright haughty writer is love had been. That's probably why we got along so well. He almost picked it up.
His steady hand hesitated in the air, then he drew it back.
Not today, hun.
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Post by billygnosis on Nov 9, 2008 1:51:37 GMT -5
Ah, yes, the Red Pavilion. A great source of fun for all.
Personally, Franz liked the library (though, it was a tad bit.. red.. in his opinion). He would have liked it even more if he wasn't on bad terms with one of the staff members. Aside from taking a "sick day"off from work, strolling the aisles of the Pavilion, and getting the evil eye from that certain staff member, he hadn't accomplished anything today. Nothing. He didn't even find a book to entertain himself with.
After what seemed like an eternity circling a few rows of shelves, he'd come across a title that drew his attention; "The Most Brutal Devices of Torture From Around the World". He plucked the blue book off of the shelf almost immediately after catching sight of it. With a raised eyebrow he thumbed through the pages of the small, hard cover book. And after gazing upon gruesome illustrations of little furres standing other, considerably more bloody, furres that looked to be writhing in agony, Franz decided that it would be a decent read. If nothing else, a good time waster. He made his way over to one of the many deep red benches that were so abundant within the library. A slight bounce was in his step, he was actually a little happy about his find.
Franz tilted his hat up some so that he'd be able to see a bit better before taking a seat at an empty bench he had found. Sure, it wasn't the best. It hadn't the best lighting, but it was the closest, empty seat he could find. It was good enough. He opened the book and flipped through the book, occasionally stopping at a page to read it or look at a picture.
Every now an then he'd give a small huff of a laugh when finding something somewhat funny. There was one, that actually made him giggle like a schoolboy.. only.. a bit more.. mean sounding. Actually, he was still cackling from it.
He was highly amused by what his book called “The Spinner”. It was, basically, where you tied someone to a spinning platform, and threw knives and other pointy things at them. Franz couldn't seem to stop laughing at it. It was just.. funny. Especially the picture on the page. That was really funny.
He wasn't quite loud enough to be that disruptive, but he certainly wasn't being quiet, either.
[Sorry this took so long. Aaand~ sorry that this post is not the best, I couldn't think of anything.]
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Post by Rook on Nov 11, 2008 21:59:19 GMT -5
Rook's 'better' ear flicked towards an obnoxious sound, a kind of mean, cawing laughter he associated children and dogs for some reason. His actions were so habitual that he momentarily forgot he was trying to lay low. Long time he had been a teacher, and he sad seen many acts of cruelty done to other youths, animals and property, he had seen the terrible ignorance and even worse....the cunning of some children, and he had wished to name it. Because later, he saw a version of it in a man holding the broken body of a child.
He was the only person in the Library who seemed to notice, and it was foolish of him, but what was he afraid of? He was an Angel after all, if anybody was potentially any trouble (even if he was only judging by the way they laughed) wasn't he supposed to know about it.
Yes but I'm usually not this stupidly inconspicuous. It's like some writer is controlling me today so he or she can conveniently place me in a situation where I'll have to talk to someone else.
Man, I need a drink, I'm thinking like a crazy person...
So, as he was in an emotional mood (oh god forbid), he could not help but turn around, not quickly, but slowly, and the source of the sound itself was evident. So he did the worse thing you could do in a situation like this:
He stared.
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Post by billygnosis on Nov 13, 2008 21:38:21 GMT -5
Franz's laughter died off soon enough, and all that was left was nothing more than a smirk, which faded away quickly as well. To prevent himself from sniggering any more (because, come on, it looked quite silly..), he averted his eyes from the page. Actually, he went all out and just closed the book. But what was he to focus his attention on, now that his book was no longer an option? Well, that was easy: The rest of the library.
Hey.. who was that? Staring at him.. Franz could think of nothing better to do than stare back. Yes, speaking was an option. It had crossed his mind. But it wasn't better than staring back. Fight fire with fire, right?
He got a good look at the one staring at him, just as the other probably had gotten a good look at him by now. Big guy. Certainly one Franz wouldn't want to get into a physical fued with. Not that he would. Just a needless mental note.
He grew bored with just staring. It was kind of annoying him, to tell the truth. He gave a sarcastic smile, waved, and went on staring back for a little while longer.
Enough of this.
"What?"
He could probably have worded his thoughts better, used than just one word, but a simple 'what' sufficed, he figured, nothing more was needed. Instead of a question, it sounded more like a demand. He was unintentionally hostile in his tone of voice. His tall ears perked into an alerted state, and his eyebrows raised as he awaited an answer.
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Post by Rook on Nov 17, 2008 0:32:12 GMT -5
Rook had acted on impulse, and had no idea that his actions would be discovered. He was even more suprised by the hostility this pisser was aiming at him like a photon torpedo to a foreign nation. His frown deepened and he raised an eyebrow, feeling an almost instantaneous feeling of irritation and unease even looking at the guy's face.
It took a bit of his self control not to raise his lip and show his teeth to the prick. Sure, he had stared but the guy should be arrested for even being able to laugh like that. He forced his fur to lay flat though, he had a responsibility to act civilly in these situations, especially since he had started it.
I wish I was younger so I diddn't have to act my age. When I was a teen? Forget about it, this guy would already be in a headlock.
Lowering his eyes he said quietly "Sorry, you just suprised me. I diddn't mean to stare".
Rook hated saying sorry to be people he diddn't know, especially people that smelled like they had trouble on their minds. But it was what he was obligated to do.
Oh yes, the aggressive testosterone was flowing.
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Post by billygnosis on Nov 18, 2008 17:35:52 GMT -5
Franz looked as he felt; completely at ease. He had a confident air about him. It was situations like this one in which he felt most comfortable.
"No need to apologise," His tone changed dramatically. From dripping with face-melting hostility to an almost friendly tone. That was a considerable jump "It is I who should do so. It wasn't my intention to surprise anyone. You were fully justified in staring at me, the way I see it." Of course, he didn't mean a word of it.
And all though he enjoyed conflict, whether involved in one or just a spectator, a little voice in the back of his mind--a conscience, perhaps? no, more like a voice of reason or his better judgement--told him to avoid it now. Even if his words held no truth, as long as they were convincing, he would be just dandy.
To make sure he hadn't made any mistakes, not that he could fix them now, he went over what he had said a few times. Everything seemed to be fine- Oh, well, he did have a sliver of sarcasm in his voice, and he had grinned a bit.. oddly.. To be frank, Franz seemed to be mocking the other in a subtle manner. He kicked himself mentally. Okay.. maybe he wasn't completely at ease any more. But he did a good job at looking like he was.
He could only hope now that his unintentional mocking was either too subtle to be noticed, or that the other guy just wouldn't care.
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Post by Rook on Nov 22, 2008 15:27:46 GMT -5
Rook was strongly reminded of those sickening Council sanctioned parties he had to attend, that wheedling fashion really got under his skin, but now as this was obviously a civillian it wasn't quite as enraging.
But still who was this guy to...
Look, I'm not saying your above this, but you really don't need this. You apologized, he apologized, dosen't matter what way, he did. End of transaction.
Rook tried to listen to that often suppressed Voice of Reason, but it was damn difficult when blatant dishonesty and cheek was being shoved in his face
"Yes, well, excuse me" he said lightly , bending down to pick up the book he had dropped.
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Post by billygnosis on Dec 2, 2008 0:14:49 GMT -5
He smirked subtly in a victorious manner. In his mind, he'd won. What had he won? The confrontation.. or something. It actually didn't matter what exactly Franz won, rather, that he had won anything at all.
Underneath the new layer of smug he had in him, the mutt had a layer of burning irritation. Why had this other fellow just surrendered? Sure he hadn't intended to, but he'd been sarcastic enough to be considered offensive. He wanted to.. oh I don't know, throw an object at him. And though it was truely tempting--and Franz was one to act on impulse more than half of the time-- he refrained from stirring any sort of conflict between the two of them.
"Good day, then." With a nod and almost sincere smile, he was off . Up from the bench and book in hand, he strode off to the shelf from which he'd previously been.
Franz was one to need constant stimulation. Boredom came easily to him, and when it did, he could not tolerate it. On his way back to the shelf, almost imediately after arising from the bench, he began mumbling to himself. Or, rather, the book he held.
"Well.. Torture Book-thing of Doom, it seems as though you're trying to get me into trouble." He liked to blame things. Especially for no good reason. (he mantally went with "it was drawing attention to me" for this one)
"Despite the good you're trying to do.. Back to the shelf you go." Franz laughed quietly once or twice to himself and carried on his way.
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