| Title: I'd like to see you try and read this book. Time: Sunday, April 11, 2004 The Thespians: Colby Blackshade and Pascal Curio Location: Allis Memorial Center - Library Notes: Rumours post resulting from this RP in Part 2. |
+---[ Allis Memorial Center - Library ]--------------------------------------+ | | | An immense area stretches out both upwards and horizontally. Squarely | | shaped, the library is carpeted in speckled blue and gray, except for a | | five-foot strip extending around the walls, which has been tiled in | | reddish tan and light russet squares. In these areas shelves reach upwards | | to thirty feet overhead, spaced apart by long, one-foot wide windows. | | Periodically a large wooden ladder is visible, should one wish to risk | | their neck for one of the dusty volumes perched so high. Occupying a space | | near the front wall of about twenty square feet abound round oak tables, | | supported by four thin legs and surrounded by chairs with blue cushions. | | The rest of the room holds what must be hundreds of bookcases, all packed | | with books of old and new, various sorts separated into labeled cases and | | those placed in similar sections. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| The library, for the morning, is strangely desolate, even as the period of exams approach. A figure quietly shuffles in from the study room, and yes, it's Pascal Curio. She's got a few bags under her eyes, and for it being so early in the morning, it could be deduced that she spent the entire night in the study hall. Her right hand rises to her face to stifle a yawn, and she manages to keep that scowl still on her face, in one piece. Looking around the library, she pads heavily over towards one of the bookcases, though from her stance, anyone in the library can see her, and she, them. |
| Colby sits at one of the many tables, his eyes slowly moving left to right over a large tome. Lifting his eyes to see where he put his coffee he notices someone else is in the library except him. "Mornin" he says somewhat groggily to unknown student as he tries to keep himself somewhat awake through casual conversation. |
| "God, it's already morning?" Pascal drawls back, the usual sarcasm in her voice not quite up and stinging right yet. She pulls out a book from the shelf and manages to take down three more with her. Muttering and probably swearing under her breath, she bends down to pick them up and cram them lazily back into the shelf. She pads back into the library area and takes a good look at Colby, rubbing her eyes. So tired. "You been here long?" |
| Nodding slowly as though Colby were in a dream of some sort. "Um... almost all night" he says as he turns his head to actually see who he's talking to. "Yourself?" he inquires as he turns his head back to his book as he points a finger to somewhere on the page then looks back to his notes. |
| Pascal stifles yet another yawn with the back of her left hand, the right one preoccupied with hugging the book in her possession to her chest. She barely finishes the yawn before she speaks. "All night." She uses the book as a pointer now and points towards the study area, her eyes narrowing as she tries to focus them. "Been in there all night. Studying, researching, you know." A rather cryptic answer, but she doesn't even seem to be able to tell. "What class are you studying for?" Her next question is posed casually, and she asks it to avoid having to go back in there and study some more. |
| Eyes starting to glaze over Colby blinks a couple of times in a pathetic attempt to clear some sleep for his eyes. Needing a break anyways he stretches his arms over his head then comes back down to have another drop of coffee. After taking another swallow he says "Charms, how about you?". |
| "Potions." Pascal eyes the cup of coffee rather steadily, and then hugs the book back to her chest, her left arm coming up now as well as she crosses her arms together. "It never bleeding ends, though," she says with some sarcasm now. "They breed us to study for the rest of our lives, eh?" As she looks at Colby, a smirk quirks her face and her green eyes glimmer in jest. |
| Colby grins. "Yeah, I know what you mean." Noticing Pascal looking at his coffee he asks "Would you care for some?, I honestly think coffee is a wonderful gift, especially if you have to pull an all nighter." Grinning he takes a rather more relaxed position rather then the 'crouched over a book and parchment look'. |
| "No, I'll pass thanks. I prefer tea, though at the moment, anything with caffeine would be a nice kick in the pants." Pascal gives her head a slight shake and takes a step towards the table Colby's sitting at, perching herself at a chair on the other end of the table. She tilts her neck from side to side, stretching it, and with another smirk she comments, "The chairs in the study hall are comfortable though. Too comfortable for studying." |
| Colby nods his head to her. "Well this straight-backed wooden do not help your back either, except to put cramps into it" he grumpily mutters. "Though I guess they do keep you awake and on task rather then falling asleep in the middle of an important report..." he rambles on. That's what sleep deprivation does. |
| The book that Pascal was holding is set on the table, and she folds her arms together on top of it, bringing her head down so her chin can rest atop her arms. Her eyes open and close lazily and again she fights the urge to yawn. "Not going to happen," she comments dryly at the talk of the chairs. "Still going to fall asleep no matter what." She looks at Colby. "Unless of course, your charms class is really /that/ invigorating." |
| Colby nods. "Unless you fill yourself up with caffeine or an awake potion or charm of some sort" he says somewhat lazily. Looking over the tables does he really notice how unorganized does he look. Books and parchment scattered all over the table and a couple of sheets on the floor as well. "Think ill clean up in a while" he says as he surveys the damage. "Is potions as invigorating as charms is to me" he asks with a glint in his eye as he now starts to procrastinate rather then do his assignments. |
| Pascal is all about procrastination, and so she doesn't even stop the smirk across her face as she watches Colby clean up, and pose his own question right back at her. With the same dry tone as before, "Depends on what potion I'm studying for." She pulls the book back out and shows it to Colby. "Three hundred and three potions to get you through every day mix-ups." She rolls her eyes sarcastically and lets the book drop. "You'd think that there'd be a potion in there to change your hair color, or do something interesting, but no." A slight scoff. "It's all potions on how to clean, or healing potions, or how to get that hairball out of your cat." |
| A smirk starts to play on Colby's lips. "I know what you mean, a quote from some book I read, he dictates the following 'Magic is not to be used for selfish or other use, except to help and prosper...' or something like that," he says. "And as for color changing, I'm sure there's a charm somewhere for it, though like you said most of these books in this library offer somewhat useless". |
| "What fun is that, if I can't use a charm to, oh, I don't know, enlarge someone's teeth or something, just for the /fun/ of it?" Pascal's trying to sound innocent of course, but she comes off rather bitter really. "What the hell do I need potions to get hairballs out of my cat for?" (Excuse her language please.) She gives her head a slightly disgusted shake. "You haven't found any good hexing books in the library, have you?" She gives him a solid look, expecting a big fat negatory in response to that. |
| Colby blinks at her rather interesting outburst. "Well.. um not that I'm aware of" he says somewhat innocently though there's something in his eyes that could say otherwise. "Have you looked?" he inquires. |
| Pascal's actually rather quick to reply, but she when opens her mouth, nothing comes out because she's still thinking of the ramifications of her own actions. She closes it carefully and lets a rather tight lipped smile spread across her face. She sits up straight and taps her fingers casually on the book. "And... what if I have?" She poses right back at Colby. |
| Colby clasps his hands together as he looks forward. "Well" he states "Did you find anything similar to the nature of magic you were looking for" he points back. |
| Not sure whether or not Colby is going to run and cry wolf on her, Pascal leans back in her chair, pursing her lips together. She remains silent for a few minutes, mulling over Colby's question. "You didn't answer my question," she says. Nevermind she didn't even answer his. "Hypothetically speaking, let's say that I /did/ find one of those books. What then?" She tries to keep her voice light, but it still grows a little darker. |
| "Well" Colby says. "I'm always up for a little /fun/" he states. "Though its entirely up to you" as he rests back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. |
| Pascal's right eyebrow quirks upwards slightly before it finally succeeds and raises. She continues to stare at Colby rather intently, crossing her own arms in front of her chest. She tilts her head to the side and looks at the table briefly, and then looks back at Colby. Her voice is casual, but questioning all at the same time. "What kind of /fun/ do you have in mind?" |
| Colby blinks slowly, choosing the correct words. "Depends on what kind of fun do like to have?" he asks, his voice low. He hates beating around the bush as they say. He eyes her slowly then continues "But its all up to you." |
| Pascal doesn't like to beat around the bush. When she does do it, she can't do it very often. So, she sits up in her chair and leans in closer to Colby, but she's still an entire table length away from him. Rolling her eyes slightly she begins in a hushed whisper. "Look. This school is /boring/. The people here are so easy to push around. Disgustingly easy." She shrugs slightly. "I figure, a few hexes here and there, some charms during classes, just to spice things up." Except she does it to purposely make other people's lives miserable. "That and I'm not going to let some low-life punk screw around with me and get away with it." |
| I'd like you see you try and read this book (Part 2) |
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