Inside Voices
What: Temari meets someone new in the library.
Who: Temari [urbanitee]; Shikamaru [solitary_bind]
When: Afternoon; Monday, November 12
Where: Library on campus
Rating: Possibly PG-13 for language.
Open/Closed To: Closed to Shikamaru only.
Compared to NYU back at home, the campus library was downsized considerably, but Temari couldn't help but fall in love with the gothic architect on some parts of the ceiling and then the modern chrome steel on the rest. It represented the library accurately; a institution of knowledge, reference materials from any time and any where in history. Pity that Temari didn't major in History or have started a career in Architect. But it was Communications that had dragged her ass out here, and with the midterms for that particular study coming up, Temari studied like a madwoman, writing notes right and left of the margins on her paper.
She had came to the library with a mind set to get through the numerous chapters she had set down as today's goal to memorize. The others of the same study had already had a head start, seeing that Temari had just transferred to the campus. All she wanted was some freaking silence and peace. But the giggles that kept erupting just a couple of feet shy from her, weren't helping.
Pencil lead scratched irritadley against the college-ruled paper, showing Temari's rising temper and falling patience in dealing with these types of people at the moment. Just repeating a mantra of sorts kept her temper down and the stubborn fact that those immature giggles were not going to be the cause of the "F" on her midterms.
Who: Temari [urbanitee]; Shikamaru [solitary_bind]
When: Afternoon; Monday, November 12
Where: Library on campus
Rating: Possibly PG-13 for language.
Open/Closed To: Closed to Shikamaru only.
Compared to NYU back at home, the campus library was downsized considerably, but Temari couldn't help but fall in love with the gothic architect on some parts of the ceiling and then the modern chrome steel on the rest. It represented the library accurately; a institution of knowledge, reference materials from any time and any where in history. Pity that Temari didn't major in History or have started a career in Architect. But it was Communications that had dragged her ass out here, and with the midterms for that particular study coming up, Temari studied like a madwoman, writing notes right and left of the margins on her paper.
She had came to the library with a mind set to get through the numerous chapters she had set down as today's goal to memorize. The others of the same study had already had a head start, seeing that Temari had just transferred to the campus. All she wanted was some freaking silence and peace. But the giggles that kept erupting just a couple of feet shy from her, weren't helping.
Pencil lead scratched irritadley against the college-ruled paper, showing Temari's rising temper and falling patience in dealing with these types of people at the moment. Just repeating a mantra of sorts kept her temper down and the stubborn fact that those immature giggles were not going to be the cause of the "F" on her midterms.