P. W. Ainsley (_watcher) wrote in chaostheory_rpg, @ 2009-12-06 23:04:00 |
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Ainsley had been happily browsing books that day, happy as a bird with a worm. Walking between shelves he had a good three under one arm with his hands in the pockets of a nice light brown three piece suit. His vest had been opened for once, the white dress shirt’s sleeves rolled up to the elbows and two buttons open at the top. He still needed to cut his brown locks a bit shorter to gel it back properly, so let loose it got into his way as he crouched down and took a rather mammoth volume on eclipse theory and flipped through the pages before snapping it closed and putting it back- he’d read it all a hundred times before. Standing back up he began to turn the corner toward the table his leather satchel and suit jacket was laying on, but the form of a much shorter man took him off kilter as Ainsley walked into him. Falling back onto his rump he gave out an ‘omph’ sound and rubbed his chest a bit.
“Terribly sorry,” the British watcher said.