Study and Hide {Glitter!}

Study and Hide {Glitter!} Jan 29, 2011 15:03:53 GMT -5

Post by Mr. Banana Beak on Jan 29, 2011 15:03:53 GMT -5

Urbain opened the big dark oak doors, the entrance to his sanctuary. He always admired the doors to the library. They were so beautifully engraved, a work of art, quite like what lay inside.

Knowledge was such a beautiful thing, learning was its own type of art. So many possibilities, so many thing to be discovered, the mind was a blank canvas, just waiting to be painted. However, his brain was more colorful than most. He was exposed to the greatest piece of information man could ever wish for. He knew the real secret of the world. He came face to face with actual aliens, the key to the new world and way of living. People were idiots not to listen to him. He tried to share his intelligence, but people just laughed.

People could learn so much from Urbain. Panem needs to be protected from the aliens. When the attack Panem will be defenseless. He had to much to offer.

Urbain walked to his favorite section of the library wearing his black creased pants and tucked in sweater. The sweater was a hideous combinations of teals and reds. He wore his reading glasses, which her even thicker than his regular everyday glasses.

Urbain liked to read at the same table, it was his and he didn't really like giving it up. It was in the far right of the library, and very secluded from the others. Not only was it separated from the others, but it was very close to the astronomy section. Since the abduction, Urbain has seemed to take a liking to astronomy.

Although today Urbain didn't feel like astronomy. In his had was a very thick purple book labeled PETROGRAPHY, Because it's a rockin' subject. The title really made Urbain crack up. It really was a hilarious title. Urbain loved the occasional science humor, it was the best type of humor.

Reaching his lovely little spot, Urbain threw the book on petreoraphy on the table and got out his hand sanitizer whips. If there was something Urbain loved more than books and information, it was leaning supplies.

Urbain stared at his table thinking who used it last. He prayed no body, but the chances of that were slim. Actually come to think of it, quite the opposite. Nobody used the library, and today it seemed completely deserted. Still, he didn't want to risk it. Plus, even if no one used this table there would still be filthy bacteria. Those nasty vicious molecules that reproduce ever twenty minutes! In a few hours the one bacteria molecule could create a colony, which could create a bigger colony which could take over the world! Oh no, oh no! Bacteria is everywhere. Lord help me.

The thoughts of a bacteria army made Urbain's breathing become a bit more shallow and he began scrubbing his chair and table at a alarming speed. As soon as he was satisfied with the cleaning job, he slowly sat down trying to calm down a bit. He always worked himself like that, he need to take a breather once in awhile, but he couldn't remember how.

Urbain flipped open the first page then looked around the library. It was so empty, which was a real shame. There was so much opportunities here. At the opposite end of the library was an elderly man reading a small novel, and across from him was a teenager that looked board to tears with a history book opened staring blankly at it. Now, that is no way to properly study, perhaps I'll go over in a bit and give him some real pointers. Urbain thought to himself. Of course there were still the librarians, one of them was putting some books away and the other seemed passed out on the counter.

Returning his view on the book on petrography, he began reading about rocks. "Chapter one. Igneous Rocks"

Study and Hide {Glitter!} Jan 29, 2011 19:31:33 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Jan 29, 2011 19:31:33 GMT -5

Novalee October

Take me, take me, Outta here, it makes me
Feel so, feel so, Nah na na na na
Baby, baby, Here we are all crazy,
You don't have to worry, Nah na na na na

Novalee seemed to despise any form of social contact. Even if she was talking to someone from across the room, she would somehow feel... Like someone was talking to her. Or watching her. She found it to be an eerie occurance in her life, but she knew it was a real thing. Sure, Novalee, Sure. Let the psycho believe what she wants to. You know, that there is indeed a 'person' following a perfectly average, non-important citizen of district six. Just another crazy in a blend of mental asylums and psychologically screwed up people. Another person whos mental illness ruled her life, another person who seemed to be... A fairly normal person, if you wanted to go by district six standards.

Oh, the wonderful district of the sixth. Novalee very much liked her district, though it did have too many crevasses for crazies and stalkers to hide in. The district with its busy people, with healthy people, with intresting people. There were the deranged gangs, though the tall, dark haired cannibal and the other person, his accomplice or lover or whatever they were called, lately. The twelve year old that accompanied them was still here, being the character Novalee had observed just by being Novalee. The observant, if slightly demented, Novalee. She seemed to be a bit observant, if she recalled anything inside of it.

It brought her to the sudden realization that when she was standing in the middle of the district square, south of the library and north of the small hospital that usually housed the non-mentally ill patients. The terra cotta brick under her black boots was just as shined and polished as it had been yesterday; plastered by some form of clear wax. Sure, the chips in the brick hadn't been repaired quite yet, but the wax on the brick made the chips less prone too becoming larger, and was a less expensive alternative to replacing the slighty expensive bricks. Sure, the first district had marble steps and such, but district six... They got wax on the outside pavement. That melted and stuck to your shoes, making the soles gummy no matter where you went. If you were traversing the woods, the wax would collect rocks and such, and by the time you got home, you would have to peel all of the rocks out of the sticky mess.

Novalee, being a slight pessimist, had taken disgust in the said sole-sticky. She would carefully move her hands and swipe away the surface, and with a slight smirk of disgust, would toss the wax into the trash can her mother had drug in from the garage. Now, as she stood there longer, thinking about the fact that someone was indeed, watching Novalee October. She was quite convinced of the fact that a stalker was following her. Who, she didn't know. The fact that there was one, though, drove her to the very highest assumption. The stalker was there, somewhere in the corners of the square. Sure, he might be that small child with the brown hair and the big blue eyes. Or, it could be that older man, with the odd brown eyes and the bald head. She was quite frightened by the fact that there was a stalker.

And god, Novalee was quite scared of the said stalker. She stalked? Sometimes. Usually. Depended. She wasn't one hundred percent sure the stalker was going to kill her, but it could be the fact that she didn't know what the power of the stalker was. Hm... She might want to make a name for the stalker.... Bob? Nah, to generic. She found things that were the same as others to be a bit annoying. Generic people. Generic times. She liked her district for this moment. Everyone was a little different. That guy with the jerky in a paper bag, that girl with the red hair who screamed ever so often, or something along those lines. Novalee, who was quite observant, really, honestly found her district to be the most unique of them all.

Novalee suddenly just had a sudden realization: She was going to be killed. She just had a hypervenilation of panic, and with anxious blue eyes, glanced around the square. Where in the hell would she hide? She needed to hide. In an unsuspecting place. Somewhere that wouldn't be crowded, nor would be... desolate. With nobody in it. She ran her fingers through her hair and snapped her fingers twice, thinking. The library... Hm, that might work. She glanced around anxiously, and dashed through the medium-sized crowd, her black boots covered with the slick and translucent wax. She tapped up the slightly wooden steps to the top of them, and opened the thick and dark wooden door, entering the medium heat of the library.

It smelled like dust and paper, a smell that Novalee had never been familiar with. Her parents had never been book people, and Novalee perferred ink to anything else. Pricking her hands with leftover and stained ink was something that she liked, if slightly. But god, the shelves offered no hiding. None, really. Sure, it was a little bit if you ducked, but the shelves were very thin. She finally saw something that might help shield her from a stalker.

It was a boy her age, maybe a little younger or older, she wasn't good with ages. Dark haired, fair skinned, a bit intellectual looking. He was reading a... rock textbook? About rocks? She was quite desperate at the moment. She quickly ducked behind the said person, and said in a hushed tone "I'm hiding from my stalker. So, be quiet."