Post by stephanie on Jul 27, 2011 10:36:19 GMT -5
Character(s): Arlette Yuen-Winchester and Yuuki Sanada
Time: After curfew, around midnightish?
Location: Library
Arlette was bored.
She had slipped out of her dorm, and well, unable to sleep, she felt like getting lost. Quickly, Arlette decided on the library: no one would be there, she was sure. Aozora was surely different at night from during the day: when it's hallways were stripped of noise and students, the milky moonlight filtered in through the windows, and there the shadows from the trees outside danced.
The girl knew that it would be locked, and that was why she had brought a pin. The lock wasn't difficult, and it was a while since she last had to do so, but Arlette made quick work of the lock that held the library doors together.
Silently, Arlette pushed it open, and her eyes soon adjusted to the darkness. Rows of bookshelves all over, some plush chairs by the windows, and next to them, were small tables accompanied by small, cute-looking lamps. Rubbing her eyes, Arlette padded over to a plush chair with a book she swiped off the counter, and turned the lamp on. The chair was soft, she pulled her knees to her chest, the glow of the moon illuminating the rest of the room from the window behind her.
Time: After curfew, around midnightish?
Location: Library
Arlette was bored.
She had slipped out of her dorm, and well, unable to sleep, she felt like getting lost. Quickly, Arlette decided on the library: no one would be there, she was sure. Aozora was surely different at night from during the day: when it's hallways were stripped of noise and students, the milky moonlight filtered in through the windows, and there the shadows from the trees outside danced.
The girl knew that it would be locked, and that was why she had brought a pin. The lock wasn't difficult, and it was a while since she last had to do so, but Arlette made quick work of the lock that held the library doors together.
Silently, Arlette pushed it open, and her eyes soon adjusted to the darkness. Rows of bookshelves all over, some plush chairs by the windows, and next to them, were small tables accompanied by small, cute-looking lamps. Rubbing her eyes, Arlette padded over to a plush chair with a book she swiped off the counter, and turned the lamp on. The chair was soft, she pulled her knees to her chest, the glow of the moon illuminating the rest of the room from the window behind her.