Easton Brellick (east_winds) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-09-19 09:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | easton, ita |
Week Eighteen: Thursday
Who: Easton and Ita
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Where: The library
The past few days hadn't exactly been the best that Easton had ever endured, to say the very least. Frankie and her Patron had definitely helped matters, but eventually it seemed a bit too much to continue locking himself away. Of course he was hurt, he was angrier than he'd expected, but moping about wasn't going to accomplish anything. That didn't mean he was quite yet ready to head out and socialize as surely he would in time, but at least vacating his dorm room for a bit seemed like a good start. That left the question of where exactly to relocate to...the common rooms were hit or miss usually, either completely devoid of people or filled with random students who wanted a bit of space from the close confines of their dorms as well. Outside didn't really strike his fancy at the moment either and East was sure everyone would be shocked to hear that his appetite was failing a bit a the moment. That left....the library, it struck him out of the blue and seemed like the perfect solution. He was a book worm, after all, why hadn't he thought of that?
A shower was in order first, a bit of drying for those curls that had started to get a bit out of control again. Perhaps it was time for a hair cut, he mused as he dressed and grabbed his keys. He'd find a book in the library - he'd read all of the ones on his shelves, after all, and nothing seemed interesting enough to take a second trip through at that moment. Shutting off the light, he stepped into the hall and pulled closed his door, making sure to lock it behind him before he set off in the direction of the library.
He'd expected it to be rather empty, and it was, the quiet more than welcome as he entered. Of course, now came the question of what exactly would he fill his time with? He hadn't read any Molière lately and the chance to sit down and read something in French might keep his mind engaged enough to keep from wandering. Thankfully it only took a few moments to not only track down a collection of the playwright's works, but to find out of the little reading lounges that was relatively empty. Stretching out across the couch on his back, Easton cracked the book and turned his attention to the words before him. Hopefully, this would fill his time a bit better than simply moping around his room had. He had a feeling that Frankie was going to drag him kicking and screaming out of there if he didn't pull himself together relatively soon.