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Post by Ty Smith on Apr 17, 2010 18:23:55 GMT -6
The young super human sat in a corner of the library, alone. He was only fifteen, but had already endured such hardship. Killing his parents on accident. Running from a boys' home. Now, he was in the BPRD, his new home, where they'd told him he would hone his powers, and also become a better person in general.
It'd been a month and he had yet to see it. He didn't really have a friend in the world, so he just sat alone, wallowing in his misery. He just wanted to be alone. Or better yet, he wanted his life back; to take back the screwups. But that wasn't possible....
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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on Apr 17, 2010 19:23:00 GMT -6
Hannah, even at age twelve, had always loved reading. And now that she was at the BPRD, reading on Mythology had really grabbed her attention. So she was headed for the library to try and pick something up that she hadn't read yet, swirling a small trendle of water around her finger as she did so.
When she arrived, she noticed another kid in the library. She remembered being introduced to him, and his name was... Tom? Terry? Something with a T, she had never been good with names. Either way, she knew he wasn't the happiest of people, and she skirted around him to get to the shelves.
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Post by Ty Smith on Apr 17, 2010 19:37:57 GMT -6
He looked up, sort of scooting over. He used to be more outgoing; normally he would have spoken. But that Ty died two years ago with his parents. He sighed, sort of watching her. They were introduced when she first arrived. Hillary, Haley, Holly? No... Harriet? He shrugged and picked up a random book, turning to a random page, and reading some random poem.
"Once upon a midnight dreary," he murmured, "while I pondered, weak and weary..."
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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on Apr 19, 2010 15:56:33 GMT -6
Hannah couldn't help but perk a bit when she heard him talk, her finger that had been skimming over book spines stopping mid-slide.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary..."
"Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore," she continued, unable to help herself. A small smile formed on her young face. "While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.'"
The young girl cocked her head, eying him with a somewhat new perspective. "Y'know, you don't seem the type to be into Poe. You look like you'd be into Westerns... maybe Fantasy or Sci-Fi. Not poetry."
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Post by Ty Smith on Apr 19, 2010 16:31:20 GMT -6
"Yeah, I am," he murmured. "I'm into all that stuff, but I like Poe too. It seems to...fit my stage of life right now." He shrugged. "I'm not a book. You can't exactly read me." He didn't mean it to sound harsh, but that's how it came out. Though, he really didn't notice.
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