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by Assiduousg 1/9/2015, 4:58 pmIt's the time of day when Leon can actually grasp hold of his thoughts and think to himself. He can pause and let his mind wander as he sits at the worn down table, quietly reading. If he tries he can hear the distant murmur of the campers as they pass by the building and fade away. They sound muffled and excited through the thick walls and the piles of dust covered books yet he ignores them. He breathes through his nose as he scans the words in front of him, his right hand holding the edge of the page and he can feel the rough texture of it against his fingers. They twitches his pointer finger to make sure he's not entirely numb and blinks in acknowledgement. Neck hurting slightly he raises his head and feels the back of his neck with his other hand. Swallowing down the bitter taste of disappointment as he sees no body else, but the few Athena kids who occasionally come by whenever he's here.
His fingers are gripping the pages, but he pays no mind to them. Mainly due to the fact that his eyes hurt and he's been stuck on the last chapter for the past 20 minutes. Sighing to himself he brings his fingers from the page and closes it. He's forgotten the title of the book by now, but it doesn't matter anymore. This is his third week at Camp and he's already been through 12 books. The titles don't matter to him anymore. Neither does the plot. He'll spend hours trudging through a book he doesn't like just to get camp over with.
The leather feels cold underneath his hand despite the fact that he's been reading it for a while now. He glances to his left only for it to be obscured by a mountain of books, all different colors and different sizes, and frowns. He can hear the whispered chatter of the Aphrodite girls who just came in though he doubts it was for the books judging from the fact that the librarian had to shush them multiple times for giggling too loudly.
Shrugging off the tension in his back he quietly stands up and breathes through his mouth sending loose a pile a dust that was already scattered there on the table. He sniffs and says a quick sorry as the librarian shushes him and makes his way for the door. He pauses before he pushes his chair in and glances down at the book. He raises an eyebrow and picks it up before deciding to take it with him. The main character is really nice anyway...Cool guy to hang with.
He doesn't really pay attention to the layout of the library. Mainly due to the fact that he's been here so many times he's kinda of just...gone with the flow. He likes the calm aura that surrounds this place and how it's so different from the hustle and bustle of camp and it's activities. He likes the dust that gets in his hands and makes him want to claw his eyes out at times and old smell that reminds him of ancient times. Though something else was in there too that made him come back. It was a haven to him. A piece that made him think less about his insecurity and his problems.
Passing by the front desk he gave a nod towards the librarian who in turn didn't look up from their book. Typical reaction really, but he was only being polite.
As he pushed through the front door he could feel the sinking pit of his stomach going deeper and deeper until his breathing became slightly faster. His mind started to whirl at the possibilities as he gave a reluctant push and he had to close his eyes for a brief second as the sun streamed in.
It's always the smell that gets to him first and he'll never forget it. The smell of strawberries with the undertone of something that he couldn't identify. Not before and certainty not after he came to camp. He swallowed back the nervous burp that threatened to come out. He opened his eyes quickly letting the camp seep into his brain before he fully registered everything that happened. Of course everything had changed from this morning. It was only natural for everyone to settle in on the third week at camp before the real fun began. Something in the back of his mind told him it was Tuesday with strong relief before he had to participate with the camps "games" every Friday.
Campers were everywhere. The orange T shirts seemed to fly back and forth as the ran across the clearing either running or to chat with friends. The air seemed warmer than the day before, but he paid no mind to it as he closed the door behind him and began the way down the polished white steps and onto the grassy path that surrounded the interior and exterior of the camp. The cabins seemed to taunt him in the distance with their normally passive air {if you don't count the Big Three cabins} as if he weren't cool or strong enough to be part of their clan of non mortals or whatever. He saw his own cabin in though he couldn't make out the details, but he would always recognize it from wherever he was was. Either it be from outside the camp or from pictures. Regardless it was etched into his memory from the day he was claimed.
His fingers are gripping the pages, but he pays no mind to them. Mainly due to the fact that his eyes hurt and he's been stuck on the last chapter for the past 20 minutes. Sighing to himself he brings his fingers from the page and closes it. He's forgotten the title of the book by now, but it doesn't matter anymore. This is his third week at Camp and he's already been through 12 books. The titles don't matter to him anymore. Neither does the plot. He'll spend hours trudging through a book he doesn't like just to get camp over with.
The leather feels cold underneath his hand despite the fact that he's been reading it for a while now. He glances to his left only for it to be obscured by a mountain of books, all different colors and different sizes, and frowns. He can hear the whispered chatter of the Aphrodite girls who just came in though he doubts it was for the books judging from the fact that the librarian had to shush them multiple times for giggling too loudly.
Shrugging off the tension in his back he quietly stands up and breathes through his mouth sending loose a pile a dust that was already scattered there on the table. He sniffs and says a quick sorry as the librarian shushes him and makes his way for the door. He pauses before he pushes his chair in and glances down at the book. He raises an eyebrow and picks it up before deciding to take it with him. The main character is really nice anyway...Cool guy to hang with.
He doesn't really pay attention to the layout of the library. Mainly due to the fact that he's been here so many times he's kinda of just...gone with the flow. He likes the calm aura that surrounds this place and how it's so different from the hustle and bustle of camp and it's activities. He likes the dust that gets in his hands and makes him want to claw his eyes out at times and old smell that reminds him of ancient times. Though something else was in there too that made him come back. It was a haven to him. A piece that made him think less about his insecurity and his problems.
Passing by the front desk he gave a nod towards the librarian who in turn didn't look up from their book. Typical reaction really, but he was only being polite.
As he pushed through the front door he could feel the sinking pit of his stomach going deeper and deeper until his breathing became slightly faster. His mind started to whirl at the possibilities as he gave a reluctant push and he had to close his eyes for a brief second as the sun streamed in.
It's always the smell that gets to him first and he'll never forget it. The smell of strawberries with the undertone of something that he couldn't identify. Not before and certainty not after he came to camp. He swallowed back the nervous burp that threatened to come out. He opened his eyes quickly letting the camp seep into his brain before he fully registered everything that happened. Of course everything had changed from this morning. It was only natural for everyone to settle in on the third week at camp before the real fun began. Something in the back of his mind told him it was Tuesday with strong relief before he had to participate with the camps "games" every Friday.
Campers were everywhere. The orange T shirts seemed to fly back and forth as the ran across the clearing either running or to chat with friends. The air seemed warmer than the day before, but he paid no mind to it as he closed the door behind him and began the way down the polished white steps and onto the grassy path that surrounded the interior and exterior of the camp. The cabins seemed to taunt him in the distance with their normally passive air {if you don't count the Big Three cabins} as if he weren't cool or strong enough to be part of their clan of non mortals or whatever. He saw his own cabin in though he couldn't make out the details, but he would always recognize it from wherever he was was. Either it be from outside the camp or from pictures. Regardless it was etched into his memory from the day he was claimed.
