S t i r Crazy (Open)

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Friday, friday friday, thank god its friday.. Was the only thing going through Demetri's head as he wandered into the library. He didn't really have a particular reason for being there, he just didn't feel like heading back to the dorms and it was still too chilly for his liking outside, though he much rather would be out then in. He sat his pack down on one of the tables and zipped open the front pocket, rummaging for something. He pulled out a little black and red pair of skullcandy headphones with his iPod attached. Gently he pushed the little ear buds into his ears and turned on the music, instantly he was gone aided by the rhythm of Rolling in the Deep, pounding into his ears.

He began to wander in and out of the isles upon isles of books, bobbing his head slowly to the music as he searched for something that caught his interest to read. He didn't really expect to find anything, that would have been a small miracle for that to happen. Demetri wasn't much of a reader.. Didn't take him long to give up on the idea either as he wandered over to one of the windows. The grounds were blanketed white and everything seemed so peaceful, he even had to admit it was a beautiful picture. He put his hand on the glass and steam rose around his fingers. Pretty picture or not it was still too damn cold.

His gaze turned more from what was outside to the pane of glass itself. He blew on the glass, fogging it up and with his finger he drew two little dots and a line. A little smiley face. He laughed a little, he couldn't remember the last time he'd done that and while it seemed very childish at the same time he was fascinated. Fascinated, but not for long and after a minute or two he was still very bored.. He sighed and wiped the smiley face away with his hand and turned back to look towards the books with his back against the glass now. He pulled his golden curls out of the pony tail they'd been tied back in all day and leaned his head against the window as well. What to do, what to do. Maybe he should just go home early and catch up on some of that sleep he'd been losing.

[heath]

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not aimless.

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not really.

he had had his eyes on the same sentence of particular page in a particular book for quite some time now, and though he had yet to admit defeat, he knew that his eyes would be completely glued on the words, even without him consciously knowing.

with a sigh, he closed his eyes and fussed his hair, pushing gently away the book from his face, yawning.

how many hours of sleep had he yet to claim again?

rubbing his eyes, he slowly began to stand, weighing all energy on his two hands that pushed him up, grateful that his feet had already started away from piles of books that mounted on his table, and from a few that scattered along the floor.

the serene atmosphere of the place was, for him, simply irreplaceable. it didn't much count on the fact that only a select few ever visit the library -- it was more in the knowing that whatever question would spontaneously pop out of his mind and combust his composure, could be easily answered within the simple reach of his arm. convenient, accessible, and not at all troublesome. and of course, being a regular, mind-stressing.

in a forever locked battle with the pros and cons, the continuation with the dispute between himself continued during his every thought, and unfortunately, not even the most peaceful could paralyze his mindful mind; not only did it tend to portray him as a nerd, but also made it seem as though his very presence was intimidating.

so.. anaphy..

anaphy? anaphy. how in the world did he come to this subject?

he blinked suddenly -- the shift in the air particles was clear. another presence occupied the room of knowledge.

a second passed, and, not surprisingly, the wind elemental had already begun to search for another book that engrossed solely on the knowledge in the subject of science; specifically, that which contained medial terms and teachings. twice he had trailed his fingers along the spines of the books, before lingering a look on the boy that, making a faint smile appear, looked as if all he'd really like to do is close his eyes and fall in deep slumber.

heath knew, because he had seen that expression too often.

incidentally enough, while pasing mirrors.

you won't find the pillows here, he started, nearing proximity to the.. fire child, the faint smile staying glued on his face, they're on the third section[/color].

perhaps, learning the ways of psychology had controlled his life too much, but this was one of those moments that he actually appreciated himself in his choice.

because, although there were no past hirtory, heath, in his own absurd way, was able to pinpoint exactly an expression through the eyes, and the eyes alone.

and from the way the blonde looked, as he finally passed the leaning figure, seemed as if the only interest that held him on earth was the abstract image of what life could provide.

and it also didn't take that long to recognize a face, having read and re-read every student profile more than ten times.

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words || i forgot. xD
outfit || with jeans and sneakers
note || i hope you do not mind.

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[lili]

The lanky youth had let his eyes drift closed and allowed his mind to wander while he stood there just leaning against the wall. Normally he wouldn't let his guard down like this, he'd always be on the watch for someone who might want to say something out of line or give him a look he didn't approve of. He was, after all, a slightly on edge person, given his past. But not in here, the library was the safe spot, the only place he'd found, aside from his bed, where he felt comfortable just being Demetri. That and it also helped that almost no one ever came here, even when there was homework to be done.. That's what the internet was for. Who reads actual books these days anyway? He smirked and huffed a little at the thought. Personally he loved the feel of the paper between his fingers, especially in the older texts, it made him feel connected to something more real then just a keyboard or an iPad, or some other silly thing like that.

He took a deep breath, in through the nose and out the mouth. Something in the room smelled different, but he paid little mind. He wouldn't let himself be bothered in his quiet place. He heard the rustle of pages being turned, somewhere towards the back or the other end of the room. It was hard to tell thanks to the echo that scattered the faint little sound about. He opened one eye and scanned the room, nothing there so he closed it again. There was that rustle again. He squinted his eyes shut not wanting to hear the goings on of whoever this was disturbing his peace. But then came something he couldn't ignore. A voice. It was smooth and calm, male to be sure. He opened one eye again, this time he caught a glimpse of the body connected to the voice. Shaggy brown hair and sharp eyes. He recognized the face, but only from passing in halls or perhaps the cafeteria. His lips curled up into a little smile

"Didn't know they had pillows here.." To be honest this was an amazing discovery should it prove true, now Demetri would have two places to be lazy and seclude himself from the general population at the same time. Very exciting stuff. He put the palms of his hands against the wall and pushed himself away from it, his hair bouncing carelessly around his shoulders as his head tilted down. He was never very good in these situations that required friendly chatter, so usually he would just walk away. "Pillows.." He muttered to himself quietly as he began to peek down each row.