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Date/Time: Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 / 7:00 PM
Location: Library
Open To: Liesl
Currently Involving: Yory Jory
To begin with, this was one of the more stupid things Jory had ever done in his life. It had been seventeen years of uneventful laying about, yes, so there hadn't been much room for Things of a Stupid Sort, but that didn't make this Thing any less Stupid. In fact, considering the fact that his life was generally uneventful out of a desire to keep it uneventful, this was particularly Stupid.
By nature, of course, he was a boy driven primarily by fascinations. The book itself had run its fascinating course, he had been rather finished with it, and then it had gone and made itself fascinating again. Or it had become fascinating in conjuction with an anxious feeling and person-to-person relations, the latter of which he was still mystified with. Mystified in general, mystified in particular, all over sort of mystified.
That is, that two people should be interested in the same book and that, in a similar line of thinking, the book should be discussed.
Whether or not Jory felt a discussion of a book he had somewhat grown uninterested in was warranted -- well, this didn't matter. Because by nature, he was a boy driven primarily by fascinations. And at this precise moment, he was utterly fascinated by Liesl Jacobs. He was fascinated by her and her interest in the book and he was fascinated by her all on her own. He hadn't meant to find her interesting, but she had gone and been different than he had expected her to be. He'd had to re-evaluate her, completely. Jory never re-evaluated people.
Making the whole thing the sort of situation that was difficult to pinpoint, something that he could not understand. Not understanding something -- he didn't like that. The thing about not understanding stuff was that the less he understood it, the more fascinating it became. So yes. He was fascinated with Liesl.
So fascinated, apparently, that when she had suggested they discuss the book further, he had somehow managed to suggest and agree to a book club. Despite the fact that he sort of loathed having to initiate social situations, despite the fact that he fell asleep during book discussions in class for a reason (beyond that of habit), and despite the fact that the book itself no longer held his interest the way it once had... yeah. He'd put up bloody fliers. Well, one. And had actually been miffed when he'd checked back a few days later to find it gone.
The general atmosphere of things in his head was that it was strange, difficult to put his finger on, and stupid.
But, he thought with some consolation, as he sat alone at a table in the very back of the library, it would not be stupid for very long. He was not about to stare at his trainers, untied and dirty and propped up on the table, for much longer. If no one showed -- well, good. He'd pretend it never happened.
Location: Library
Open To: Liesl
Currently Involving: Yory Jory
To begin with, this was one of the more stupid things Jory had ever done in his life. It had been seventeen years of uneventful laying about, yes, so there hadn't been much room for Things of a Stupid Sort, but that didn't make this Thing any less Stupid. In fact, considering the fact that his life was generally uneventful out of a desire to keep it uneventful, this was particularly Stupid.
By nature, of course, he was a boy driven primarily by fascinations. The book itself had run its fascinating course, he had been rather finished with it, and then it had gone and made itself fascinating again. Or it had become fascinating in conjuction with an anxious feeling and person-to-person relations, the latter of which he was still mystified with. Mystified in general, mystified in particular, all over sort of mystified.
That is, that two people should be interested in the same book and that, in a similar line of thinking, the book should be discussed.
Whether or not Jory felt a discussion of a book he had somewhat grown uninterested in was warranted -- well, this didn't matter. Because by nature, he was a boy driven primarily by fascinations. And at this precise moment, he was utterly fascinated by Liesl Jacobs. He was fascinated by her and her interest in the book and he was fascinated by her all on her own. He hadn't meant to find her interesting, but she had gone and been different than he had expected her to be. He'd had to re-evaluate her, completely. Jory never re-evaluated people.
Making the whole thing the sort of situation that was difficult to pinpoint, something that he could not understand. Not understanding something -- he didn't like that. The thing about not understanding stuff was that the less he understood it, the more fascinating it became. So yes. He was fascinated with Liesl.
So fascinated, apparently, that when she had suggested they discuss the book further, he had somehow managed to suggest and agree to a book club. Despite the fact that he sort of loathed having to initiate social situations, despite the fact that he fell asleep during book discussions in class for a reason (beyond that of habit), and despite the fact that the book itself no longer held his interest the way it once had... yeah. He'd put up bloody fliers. Well, one. And had actually been miffed when he'd checked back a few days later to find it gone.
The general atmosphere of things in his head was that it was strange, difficult to put his finger on, and stupid.
But, he thought with some consolation, as he sat alone at a table in the very back of the library, it would not be stupid for very long. He was not about to stare at his trainers, untied and dirty and propped up on the table, for much longer. If no one showed -- well, good. He'd pretend it never happened.