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towerofanimus2012-10-14 10:27 pm
rainscented) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-14 10:27 pm
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Characters: Rat (rainscented) and YOU.
Setting: Libraries, mainly the third floor one. 14th-ish
Format: Your choice! I'll follow you.
Summary: Four mice raid the library.
Warnings: foul language, probably.
[ there's a pissed-off teenager in the library. Said teenager is currently occupied tearing books from shelves, flicking through them with the speed of an experienced skim-reader, and just as quickly throwing them into a growing pile on the floor behind him.
It would be more dramatic if he wasn't dressed as a giant mouse. For one thing, the furry paws make gripping the books difficult, let alone turning a page. He keeps dropping them, or tearing out chapters. For another, there's a small troupe of real mice perched inside his fluffy, ear-bedecked hood, chittering complaints at him for making a mess. Occasionally one darts across to a shelf to sniff at book spines, but they always return to scold him.
What's he doing? Who the hell even knows. He's been looking for some time now; the pile is huge, and he hasn't found what he's looking for.
Maybe he's just venting. ]
rainscented) and YOU.Setting: Libraries, mainly the third floor one. 14th-ish
Format: Your choice! I'll follow you.
Summary: Four mice raid the library.
Warnings: foul language, probably.
[ there's a pissed-off teenager in the library. Said teenager is currently occupied tearing books from shelves, flicking through them with the speed of an experienced skim-reader, and just as quickly throwing them into a growing pile on the floor behind him.
It would be more dramatic if he wasn't dressed as a giant mouse. For one thing, the furry paws make gripping the books difficult, let alone turning a page. He keeps dropping them, or tearing out chapters. For another, there's a small troupe of real mice perched inside his fluffy, ear-bedecked hood, chittering complaints at him for making a mess. Occasionally one darts across to a shelf to sniff at book spines, but they always return to scold him.
What's he doing? Who the hell even knows. He's been looking for some time now; the pile is huge, and he hasn't found what he's looking for.
Maybe he's just venting. ]
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