Introspection of a Scholar [Active/Open]
Characters: Momo, Open
What: Thoughts flutter in Momo's mind as she cleans the library slowly.
Where: The Library
When: Early Afternoon
Warnings: None
She had missed a spot.
It wasn't her fault, she told herself as Momo went over that bookshelf for the 22th time. She thought it was clean, only to find her glasses were smudged slightly and causing the distortion she was seeing. She sighed loudly, plucking the tiny lenses off her nose and cleaning them with her outfit, she was far too buy to worry about getting a wipe for these situations.
Lately it was busy for her, with so many books around Momo she sometimes didn't know where to begin, where she was, or where she had last left off. This caused her to start a book over many times, thus never really getting no where (and only a few times did she straighten up and realize this read, while fascinating, was read thrice over already.). She had truly been curious about this place, but now she's starting to feel that maybe this was a bit over her head.
Just maybe.
A little bit so.
Momo should have just asked the owner of sorts here, that ... Mickey guy. Yeah. But whenever she saw him, she never knew what to say. It was difficult for her, because she would like to ask questions about the technology, about the very nature of this place and why there were even students brought here (what was the purpose, you know?), but she never bothered with a chance to do it.
She got distracted too easily. Sure, you could say she was busy, but in reality when a book is infront of her, her nose barely ever leaves it.
...
Working in a library was harder than she thought. Momo went back to cleaning the old books, stopping briefly as she held an old, leather bound book in her hands. It was tempting. A bit too tempting.
She stopped for a second to flip through it, idly ignoring any passerbys that may come near.
What: Thoughts flutter in Momo's mind as she cleans the library slowly.
Where: The Library
When: Early Afternoon
Warnings: None
She had missed a spot.
It wasn't her fault, she told herself as Momo went over that bookshelf for the 22th time. She thought it was clean, only to find her glasses were smudged slightly and causing the distortion she was seeing. She sighed loudly, plucking the tiny lenses off her nose and cleaning them with her outfit, she was far too buy to worry about getting a wipe for these situations.
Lately it was busy for her, with so many books around Momo she sometimes didn't know where to begin, where she was, or where she had last left off. This caused her to start a book over many times, thus never really getting no where (and only a few times did she straighten up and realize this read, while fascinating, was read thrice over already.). She had truly been curious about this place, but now she's starting to feel that maybe this was a bit over her head.
Just maybe.
A little bit so.
Momo should have just asked the owner of sorts here, that ... Mickey guy. Yeah. But whenever she saw him, she never knew what to say. It was difficult for her, because she would like to ask questions about the technology, about the very nature of this place and why there were even students brought here (what was the purpose, you know?), but she never bothered with a chance to do it.
She got distracted too easily. Sure, you could say she was busy, but in reality when a book is infront of her, her nose barely ever leaves it.
...
Working in a library was harder than she thought. Momo went back to cleaning the old books, stopping briefly as she held an old, leather bound book in her hands. It was tempting. A bit too tempting.
She stopped for a second to flip through it, idly ignoring any passerbys that may come near.