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thejoeblack ([info]thejoeblack) wrote in [info]hhouse,
@ 2008-02-06 13:31:00
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Who: Joe & OPEN.
Where: In the library.
When: Late evening, day four.
Rating: Low.
Status: Active

The day had been an “ordinary” one for Joe, he had met scarce others and most of the meetings hadn’t taught him much about the situation at hand; this house. He was happy to learn all of the other things from the various beings he spoke to, but after being here for four days, he was most interested in attempting to learn a little more about this mansion. This brought him to the library, for while Joe Black was a stranger to many things, he was aware of the knowledge the books held between their frail bindings. Certain that the information on this place in particular would be subtle if it existed, he simply browsed through the library, judging every book by its cover. Occasionally he would pull out volumes such as “Proper Letter Writing Etiquette” or “How to Prepare Your Home for Guests” and many other titles that were similar in context. Perhaps it would be wise to go to the supernatural books first, if they existed, but Joe figured if the answers were subtle then they might be in books as such as these.

He now sat at one of the tables in the library, browsing through the books, looking for any sort of information that might stand out against the rest. This act was strange for him, this searching, for he usually waited for answers to come to him; however, this seemed to be natural at the time and he embraced it. Hearing a noise at the door made him look up from his book to see who the intruder was.


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