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CHARACTERS: Eiríkur Evenson (linefaceism ) and Eclair Tonerre (gateaufourre )
LOCATION/SETTING: Library
DATE & TIME: Super-backdated to July 10, morning-ish
WARNINGS: Should be nothing, unless Eclair's acting up.
SUMMARY: A chance encounter. May or may not evolve into friendship of some sort.
It’s…not exactly a nice day for Eiríkur. Sure, it started out normally, and he had a nice and peaceful breakfast, but unfortunately, nothing interesting happened. In order to be considered nice by him, a day must had some sort of an interesting thing going on. It’s sort-of a given. It’s true that it’s too early to deem it so (the clock doesn’t even hit 11 yet), but for some reason, he felt bored already.
It should be illegal to feel bored this early.
He considered going to the docks, but he’s not really in the mood to do so. He even considered going to the forest just to piss the guard off, but unfortunately, he’s not really in the mood to do so, either. Besides, going there by his own would be lame. He can always ask Sverre to come with him, but that would be even lamer. Anything involving Sverre would be lame, that’s sort-of a given, too. Like the trip he’d signed up for.
Speaking about the trip, he can’t wait for it to start because, despite his cranky attitude, he’s actually excited for it. Anything is better than being stuck at school with nothing to do. That thought makes him kind of regretted his decision to go with Preben and co., though, because if only he’d chosen to go home, he’ll be home right now instead of wandering aimlessly at the halls with his iPod as sole company. He'll be shooting zombies instead of feeling like setting something on fire. Thankfully, his legs saved him from these thoughts, and also boredom, because they brought him to the library.
With an inaudible sigh, he tuned down the volume of the music blaring on his ears, takes off one of the earphones, and pushed the library door open. Once he’s inside, he quickly makes his way towards the horror section (he’s in the mood to scare himself, apparently, not that he’d succeed), grabbed a seemingly-interesting book, and sat down at a cozy, sort of secluded corner. Hopefully nobody would disturb him.
LOCATION/SETTING: Library
DATE & TIME: Super-backdated to July 10, morning-ish
WARNINGS: Should be nothing, unless Eclair's acting up.
SUMMARY: A chance encounter. May or may not evolve into friendship of some sort.
It’s…not exactly a nice day for Eiríkur. Sure, it started out normally, and he had a nice and peaceful breakfast, but unfortunately, nothing interesting happened. In order to be considered nice by him, a day must had some sort of an interesting thing going on. It’s sort-of a given. It’s true that it’s too early to deem it so (the clock doesn’t even hit 11 yet), but for some reason, he felt bored already.
It should be illegal to feel bored this early.
He considered going to the docks, but he’s not really in the mood to do so. He even considered going to the forest just to piss the guard off, but unfortunately, he’s not really in the mood to do so, either. Besides, going there by his own would be lame. He can always ask Sverre to come with him, but that would be even lamer. Anything involving Sverre would be lame, that’s sort-of a given, too. Like the trip he’d signed up for.
Speaking about the trip, he can’t wait for it to start because, despite his cranky attitude, he’s actually excited for it. Anything is better than being stuck at school with nothing to do. That thought makes him kind of regretted his decision to go with Preben and co., though, because if only he’d chosen to go home, he’ll be home right now instead of wandering aimlessly at the halls with his iPod as sole company. He'll be shooting zombies instead of feeling like setting something on fire. Thankfully, his legs saved him from these thoughts, and also boredom, because they brought him to the library.
With an inaudible sigh, he tuned down the volume of the music blaring on his ears, takes off one of the earphones, and pushed the library door open. Once he’s inside, he quickly makes his way towards the horror section (he’s in the mood to scare himself, apparently, not that he’d succeed), grabbed a seemingly-interesting book, and sat down at a cozy, sort of secluded corner. Hopefully nobody would disturb him.