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Post by sam brown on Dec 21, 2011 16:14:27 GMT -7
Sam moved down the long aisles, his finger skimming the shelf, brow slightly furrowed as he looked for the right letter and, more importantly, the author he was looking for. He'd been looking for over 20 minutes but he needed it for an essay, plus, it gave him time to procrastinate while supposedly still working on the thing. See, it was a win win situation.
He found it eventually, pulling the large volume down before moving it under his arm and making his way back to the table he'd been occupying. He located at his usual table towards the back of the library, tucked into a small alcove and more importantly most often overlooked. It was a pretty quiet day, a few other people sitting around, speaking in whispers or absorbed in work or tapping away at the keyboards of the computers in the small cluster towards the entrance. He liked it like that really, he'd been coming to Richmond library since he'd first learned to read and even if Clem did find it positively hilarious, he liked it there.
((Bleh, crap post))
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Post by lefray on Dec 23, 2011 5:22:45 GMT -7
Seth let out a sigh. He held the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger as he tried to make out the note he had received from the higher authorities of the school otherwise known as the teachers of terror. Okay well, maybe not the teachers of terror. His dyslexia was getting way out of hand. The only class Seth was not failing was physical education. All he had to do in that class was participate in sports. And he was good at sports what with the genes of Hermes. But even phys ed couldn't save him from not graduating. He had to pass the more academical subjects.
The only way he could pass is if he had a tutor. The only smart person he knew was Sam. But him and Seth weren't exactly friends. They weren't enemies either. Seth bit his lower lip as he stood in front of Richmond's library. It was rare for him to ever stop by the library. He couldn't even remember the last time he had ever set foot in the library. Huffing, Seth shifted his backpack - something which he hadn't stolen - onto his shoulder as he entered the large building of books. The demigod peeked through every aisle before stopping at the back of the library. He cleared his throat and stood awkwardly over Sam. "Hey, um, I really need your help," he mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm failing and I need tutoring lessons."
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