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Cole McClellan
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Redeemer
« Thread Started on Sept 30, 2007, 7:43pm »

The sky overhead was gloomy and dull as a rather tall man sprinted across each street. He never slowed his pace, somehow never apparently growing tired at all. He jogged up the stairs in front of an imposing looking building that was the library. By the time he pulled the wide, oak, double doors back to reveal an endless room filled with shelves and books, his blonde hair was uncharacteristically disheveled. He ran a hand absentmindedly through it, trying to smooth it out, as he stepped inside. His light azure eyes drifted across the room as he made his way further in, and the strong smell of paper and dust filled his preternatural nose.

Almost as soon as he stepped in, an oppressive silence filled his ears. It was a comfortable silence to him. He didn't even take a moment to catch his breath before he headed straight for a specific section in the back of the library. It was where most of the older books were kept, and he seemed to already know exactly which one he was looking for. He glided swiftly past the rows and rows of entertaining and informative books he so enjoyed. Then he finally stopped in front of one shelf. He crouched slightly and traced his finger along the spines until he stopped on the one he wanted. The title was so faded, it was nearly impossible to read any word but 'lycanthropy'.

He swiftly pulled the book out, carrying gently in his wide hands and moved to an empty table in a corner by a window. As he took his seat and flipped to the portion of the book that discussed how his kind came into existence, he pulled a tattered piece of paper and pen out of the back pocket of his jeans. Maybe, just maybe, this would finally be the key to discovering some kind of cure. By going back to the source. He muttered quietly to himself under his breath as he scribbled on the paper. Suddenly, he began to write much faster and the pen suddenly snapped under his too-strong of a grip. Ink splirted out onto his shirt as the sound echoed through the building and he cursed rather loudly.

The librarian looked up from her desk to throw a nasty glare in his direction and he pulled an ashamed expression, grinning rather sheepishly.

"Terribly sorry about that, "he whispered, hoping to redeem himself. He absentmindedly tried to whipe the ink off of his shirt, looking away at the floor.

« Last Edit: Sept 30, 2007, 8:34pm by Cole McClellan »

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