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Post by lucertusdangelo on May 10, 2013 15:09:25 GMT -8
The library was a safe place to think, it was quiet, and not much was around to distract him. Luc's dark eyes scanned the shelves, skimming over the titles, but none seemed to capture his interest. He scowled slightly, this library wasn't like the ones in England, or like the ones on his father's estate for that matter. He guessed freedom came with a price, but it was probably more than a lack of interesting books to read. With a distasteful expression he removed himself from the aisle and headed towards yet another, unexplored end of the library. He had only been here about five minutes, but he already found himself bored and in need of substance. Luc expected the books to provide that, but now he was more interested in where to go next instead. Well at least he had brought his own set of books, but they were in his trunk at home and he had yet to find the key. He must of misplaced when he moved over here, but it had to be somewhere in his belongings.
His quarters were at least nice, his uncle owned a small apartment complex and let him stay in one for free as long as he paid attention the upkeep of it. The charm of this little town was wasted on him, he saw nothing that seem to amuse him as he drove through to the library. Instead his made motivation was to just drive and stop off at a few places before heading back to the apartment to busy himself without onlookers watching his every move. Even America it seemed he had some form of observers. In Wiltshire the towns he visited were similar to this one, just more British and to his tastes. Though the people found his money and his seemingly flawless appearance enchanting. He in fact felt the opposite, despite being dressed in such fineries and owning an expensive car, he felt that it didn't reflect his inner self at all. No, he would be much more content with wearing something casual. The suits were stuffy and the ties were merely there to strangle him.
He had yet to locate the mall, but as soon as he did, he would find some fatigues. Something to blend in and not attract attention, now that would be refreshing. He might even purchase himself a car that wasn't so superfluous. Money brought brighter futures, but it did not buy happiness. That he knew all too well and with that, didn't feel like flaunting it. If it was needed, he would provide some on the side to those in need, but he was not one for to just hand over something of worth. It had to be earned, so any fundraiser and baked sales would be jovially attended and showered with such. If it was just simply asking for donations without anything in return, then he would just walk on by. Hell, even a car wash was something, anything to contribute to the community was good enough for his money. He couldn't think of that now though, for his eyes had caught something rather appetizing to the mind: Ethics by Aristotle.
Well he hadn't read that in awhile, not since his middle school days, which felt like an era away. It would be good to reread and see if he'd pick up anything new. It seemed doubtful, for he had an excellent memory but sometimes he skipped over things that could lead to new reasonings. At least now he could read it at his own leisure and not have to be forced to spend hours absorbing the information. He would not be tested this time, and it was light reading after all. Nothing stressful, and he could easily slip into his thoughts before any distractions acquired his attention. It was a bit hum drum in here anyway, so he decided to settle down at a desk and flip open the book to the first page and just read. The first several pages were nothing new but there were a few chapters in this addition that were different than the text in the school copy he had previously read. Well now, this would distract him from the disappointment of his current abilities. Even if only for a little while.
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Post by mistyfey on May 12, 2013 11:30:02 GMT -8
 A skinny figure stepped through the entrance with a breath of relief. The AC was very much appreciated seeing as the girl looked as if she was bound for heat stroke any second. With a quaint hello to the librarian, she sauntered over to the first row of books. This was what she did every other time she visited since she had moved into the town. Misty's slim fingers brushed over the various titles of novels, a slight look of distaste as she recognized some of them. No way was she going to check those out again. Her hands returned to her pockets as she began just walking forward and glancing at all the books. Most of them she had read as soon as she moved here. Despite being seen then as a rebellious and slacker-like girl, Misty very much enjoyed reading and keeping steady grades. She went through books like a player through girls. That secret love never died out, thus resulting in her visits every so often.
The girl loved the old books here she had reread many times and the new ones. Almost any book appeased her. Any book, that is, except the longer, theoretical ones, and Twilight or similar romance novels. Twilight was aggravating: Bella was going to kill herself because her vampire boyfriend was leaving. Out of town. Not dying, but leaving. Boo-hoo. The obvious choice there have been to go for Jacob and get the heck out of Forks. A lot less drama and people trying to kill you. As soon as her eyes reached the titles of Twilight and its series, a frown grew on her face. It was quickly dismissed, however, as soon as she laid eyes on a Percy Jackson book. Some would call her childish, but she loved the series and had reread them a large amount of times. Misty continued, however, seeing as she wasn't in the mood for those.
Misty let out a small sigh and combed a hand through her ponytail. She moved onward to the second row, seeing nothing of interest there as well. Then she came across a favorite of hers: The Name of This Book is Secret by Pseudonymous Bosch. Misty would have liked it to be a bit longer, but she didn't complain as there was a large series. She loved the books meant for thirteen-year-olds as they tended to have the most adventure and humor. That was what locked her interest the most. Of course, there were some young adult books that she liked, but she tended to sway in the direction of the more entertaining. And hardly ever was there some sort of extended book that she valued, specifically the ones that dragged on and on about some boring subject. At least books meant for younger teenagers liked to keep their readers reading. With a satisfied look, Misty slipped the book out of the row and tucked it between her arm and her side as she started to look for somewhere to sit.
Besides another person or two browsing through books as well, there was one sitting down. He seemed pretty well-dressed. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she walked over a few desks over without really looking at the person, seating herself a good distance away so as to not feel awkward. Misty opened up to the first page and laid it flat on the table before she let herself glance at the guy there, then biting her lip and looking down at her book. He seemed...interesting (and vaguely attractive), but he was reading Ethics by Aristotle.
...Misty found that a bore-fest.
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Post by lucertusdangelo on May 12, 2013 16:59:56 GMT -8
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Lucertus hadn't noticed the other person, and at the sudden sign of movement, he leaped back out of his chair, virtually launching himself backwards into a bookcase. The bookcase fell and fell on another and it fell as well, continuing the cycle until all the bookcases had been knocked over and books were splayed everywhere. In attempt to look smooth, he quickly picked up the book he was reading, which was still on the desk and clutched it close, looking more like an idiot than anything. "Well, I at least saved the best one..." he murmured, glancing at the person who had moved.It was a female, or girl to be exact, she seemed to have been watching him.
Great, was he that much of a visual disturbance that he had yet another random fan girl breathing down his back? She was plain to say the least, not someone he would normally be associated with, but the town was full of these generic types so he might as well make friends. He held out his hand towards her, totally forgetting about the mess that had happened around them. "Hey there, I'm Lucertus, what's your name?" His hand remained their for several seconds, waiting for her hand. The librarian appeared, her face red with anger as she pointed at him. He quickly lowered his hand.
Hateful words spewed from her mouth as she ordered him to clean it up. He rubbed the back of his head with his hand, nodding quietly to the librarian. "Sorry ma'am, I will, promise" he answered, his eyes on the ground. The boy's gaze flickered to the bookcases, which were all laying on each other with books tossed carelessly in every direction. This was definitely going to take awhile. With a sigh he got up and started picking them, in the corner of his eye he kept a close watch on the librarian and the girl. As soon as they were gone he'd be able to get all the books back quicker with his telekinesis.
The bookcases he'd have to lift manually, but that wouldn't be too much of an issue. After placing the Ethics book he had kept holding back on the table, he sorted the books out into piles, hoping to appear busy. Once he got the books out of the way he'd lift up the bookcases and simply work his magic to get everything back in it's proper place. At least there wasn't too many witnesses to his sudden clumsiness, he didn't one any of his peers to think that he was a klutz. Maybe if he bribed the girl to keep it quiet, no one would have to know. His eyes flickered back to the girl, watching her skeptically. She had come out of nowhere it seemed, but he was engrossed in his book earlier, so that might've been it.
The look in her eyes suddenly brought him back to England, to his preparatory school in Surrey. Girls usually looked at him like that, but most didn't seem him knock over bookshelves, so he probably didn't seem so handsome now. He was rather popular at his former school, despite being the quiet kid, and he managed to keep himself away from the cliques that had seemed to form before his eyes. They were all rather generic, jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, etc.Luc didn't really profile anyone, and he didn't verify with any of those, so he figured other people didn't either. Instead he forged his own path and did what he thought was best, though it probably wasn't always right. This was definitely not the best thing to do, but it was merely a momentary lapse in judgement. Being startled was something new to him, but he'd get over it. He always did.
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Post by mistyfey on May 12, 2013 17:48:18 GMT -8
 The obvious choice to do when the stranger jumped out of his chair and knocked over the bookcases would have been to gasp. Or something like that. Misty had a shocked look and it seemed like she was just about to do that. But no, Misty quietly started giggling, then busted out in laughter. Klutz, much? She closed her book and placed her hand on the table for leverage as she was laughing. That was smooth, very smooth. Smooth-looking guy was smooth. After the last bookcase toppled over, Misty composed herself. Man, that was worth a medal.
When this "Lucertus" figure asked her for her name and got busted by the librarian, Misty had to use her hand to cover her mouth as she continued laughing a bit. The librarian returned to her place behind the counter and Misty stood up. She decided to be helpful; surprise, surprise. The girl walked over with an amused look still in her eyes. This was a pretty huge mess, the guy would probably like the help. Her gaze flickered over the fallen bookcases. Shamefully, it took her a lot to keep herself from laughing again. Misty knelt down on the floor besides the stranger and did as he did, placing books into piles to probably get them out of the way. "Good going, bro," she started with a smirk. The girl noted his accent and put one book on top of another. She'd have to try mimicking him some time. "I'm Misty, by the way." Her hand found a certain novel, and upon seeing the title, grinned and placed it in a special pile. Misty was willing to reread that one later. She glanced over at Pretty Boy, who wasn't really that much of a gander to her. The way she looked at him was like she did with the guys at school who were her trouble-making friends. Nothing really special, except that he was vaguely interesting.
Lucertus seemed to be the polar opposite of Misty; rather gentlemanly, organized, thought pretty highly of himself. She bet that he was probably thinking she was a fangirl fawning over him now. Well, Misty didn't fancy anybody for that manner, and of course, she thought that somebody would have to be blind and deaf to be interested in her. She didn't mind; "forever alone" was more of her jam. Not only were there probably personality differences, but Misty was more laid-back and was fond of using slang, or the dialogue of a modern skateboarder or surfer. "That was killer, you'd need skill to knock over all of the bookcases," she added with sarcasm entwined in her voice. "You made the librarian pretty pissed, too," Misty continued, amused with Pretty Boy. "Though that's not too hard." Pretty Boy was an acceptable nickname for Lucertus; no way was Misty going to call some neat-freak guy "Lucertus." Plus, who named a kid Lucertus? She'd never heard of the name before, and she found it pretty ridiculous. Pretty Boy was fitting because he was attractive. That didn't mean Misty found herself gawking over him; Misty never gawked over a boy. It was simply a statement that he was attractive.
It was pretty obvious now to Misty that Lucertus -- oh, Lucy was another good nickname to give him -- was very different than her. Placing another book in a stack and then moving on to a new one, Misty glanced at him again. "So where does Mr. Smooth come from?" she asked. "I don't think I've seen you anywhere, I'd remember a klutzy well-dressed guy, I'm pretty sure," Misty said, naturally being the conversation-starter she was. Absentmindedly, she began to think that if he was gone and if the librarian was gone as well, she'd have this mess cleaned up in a jiffy. There had to be a couple of spells or some sort of way to clean then up using magic that she knew, right? What if Lucy himself was witch? If they got the librarian out of the way, then they both would have this mess cleaned up in seconds. But he probably wasn't... Well, Misty never knew, especially in Mystic Falls.
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Post by lucertusdangelo on May 13, 2013 15:32:04 GMT -8
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The boy gave her a weary glance, as he took her name and obviously sarcastic remarks, he nodded quietly to her. Misty, now that was a very uncommon name, he had never met a Misty before, but he had met a Ginger and a Constance but they were as unique as their names. He would have to see if she would live up to her name. Now that would be intriguing to see, but for now he’d have to focus on luring them away from here to get this done faster. After a couple minutes, he saw the librarian walk away, so he finally let out a breath and put down his satchel. He suddenly heard the clink of glass as a vile of sleeping drought rolled from his bag and towards someone’s shoes. Oh god, those were Misty’s shoes! He stood up, trying to reach for it. Now the girl would think him some sort of weirdo that pretended to be a chemist. He wasn’t one, but to humans that might be the case, the label on it would certainly set off some red flags, so he needed to get it away as fast as possible.
If it wasn’t for his intense interest in making potions, then he probably would’ve been just the class klutz, now he would be branded as the class nerd. From what he could tell about this girl already was the fact she probably wouldn’t keep quiet about this. Great, another one for the history books: Lucertus the Class Weirdo, step right up and pay a dollar to see this monstrosity at work. Sheesh, he hated how that managed to become catchy in his mind. Why couldn’t he move some place and not attract attention to himself?! He wasn’t usually this way; then again people usually announced themselves when they came to be in his presence. He had forgotten where he was now: America. People just randomly came out of nowhere here it seemed. Ugh, he was really starting to detest this place, but it was lot better than being back in Wiltshire. At least he was away from his father and didn’t have to get beaten if his grades were low.
The grade thing wasn’t generally a problem; he could have this handled in no time. He was farther ahead than these simpletons, so it wasn’t like he was learning anything knew. Math class would be tricky but as long as he took notes, he guessed he would be okay. He had yet to visit the school, since he conveniently decided it would probably be best to arrive later tomorrow. That way he didn’t have to be the ‘early new kid’, that happened way too much and he wasn’t all too fond of the title. Of course the Americans would find him appealing, they always did. With his beguiling smile and mysterious manner, he would have a fan club in no less than a week probably. That would be intensely annoying but understandable. Being rich and handsome held its cost, and he’d just have to accept it. Well, right after he cleaned the library of course.
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