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Title: Through the looking glass...
Characters: Wesker, OPEN
Location: Library (multiple logs are welcome. He'll be there all day)
Day/Time: Day 91 / Mid morning
Summary: Wesker attempts to find some peace and quiet in the library.
Warnings: Because books are oh-so dangerous.
One would think that silence would be easy enough to find in a place like Malaise. One would think that with a modified schedule, would be able to find solace in a deserted room and lose themselves for a moment of uninterrupted thought. It made perfect sense, but it was rarely the case. The patient’s rooms were always filled with someone, and nurses had the amazing habit of clogging hallways. Security was posted around the place for some of the less-able inhabitants of the institution not to mention the near-overwhelming annoyance of the other patients themselves. It was no surprise then, that the man had chosen to make himself scarce. His projects were coming along nicely but needed time to play out and he was lacking anything particularly interesting to do.
Wesker sighed lightly and entered the library. At least he could be alone here. High ceilings gave way to large windows, the moderately un-stormy day allowing sun to flood across the hundreds of books around him. A quick glance confirmed that he was indeed alone with his thoughts and he moved to inspect the many titles before him. Funny, for the kind of place this was, there were a surprisingly varied amount of subjects. Art, philosophy, crime drama, even romance.
Long fingers trailed across their leather spines until he found one that seemed at least marginally interesting, and he plucked it from the shelf before settling down into a large comfortable chair. The subject was fictional but the writer was familiar to him and it seemed like a decent choice. It was aged, probably one of the first editions printed, but he didn’t mind. There was a certain magic to be found in an old book. Their creased pages and occasionally vandalized pages told a story. Yes, not something he would normally take notice of, but today felt oddly…nostalgic.
Characters: Wesker, OPEN
Location: Library (multiple logs are welcome. He'll be there all day)
Day/Time: Day 91 / Mid morning
Summary: Wesker attempts to find some peace and quiet in the library.
Warnings: Because books are oh-so dangerous.
One would think that silence would be easy enough to find in a place like Malaise. One would think that with a modified schedule, would be able to find solace in a deserted room and lose themselves for a moment of uninterrupted thought. It made perfect sense, but it was rarely the case. The patient’s rooms were always filled with someone, and nurses had the amazing habit of clogging hallways. Security was posted around the place for some of the less-able inhabitants of the institution not to mention the near-overwhelming annoyance of the other patients themselves. It was no surprise then, that the man had chosen to make himself scarce. His projects were coming along nicely but needed time to play out and he was lacking anything particularly interesting to do.
Wesker sighed lightly and entered the library. At least he could be alone here. High ceilings gave way to large windows, the moderately un-stormy day allowing sun to flood across the hundreds of books around him. A quick glance confirmed that he was indeed alone with his thoughts and he moved to inspect the many titles before him. Funny, for the kind of place this was, there were a surprisingly varied amount of subjects. Art, philosophy, crime drama, even romance.
Long fingers trailed across their leather spines until he found one that seemed at least marginally interesting, and he plucked it from the shelf before settling down into a large comfortable chair. The subject was fictional but the writer was familiar to him and it seemed like a decent choice. It was aged, probably one of the first editions printed, but he didn’t mind. There was a certain magic to be found in an old book. Their creased pages and occasionally vandalized pages told a story. Yes, not something he would normally take notice of, but today felt oddly…nostalgic.