. (foolsfire) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-04-09 12:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, willie |
WHO: J’mon and Willie
WHEN: 4/9
WHERE: The Library
STATUS: In Progress
WARNINGS: TBD
The shelf lined walls damped any sound with books to absorb the echoes of the conversations they listened to. Out of all the places, WIllie had wandered, the library had not been one of them. Rules might have been meant to be broken; Libraries, however, were sacred. No wheels of his board would touch down in the space. People who loved learning deserved the clean, noiseless space. Willie loved noise and music and dancing and adrenaline, but above all, he respected other’s ways of having fun. Walking through the doorway, Willie’s gaze scanned the small room, catching the piano first and then J’mon at a table. They looked so elegant sitting there. The Hotel held such a large variety of people that J’mon should have fit right in. Willie merely had not really interacted with people he would consider royal looking. Adjusting his hoodie over his torn jeans, he pushed back his long hair consciously as if to try to look more presentable as he approached. “Hey!” He waved, coming up to the table. “I kind of expected like being outside to speak with animals,” WIllie laughed. |