--;It's like a [fountain] of knowledge;--

[Ciel Jean Donatien]

Ahhh, the library was so warm and quiet; he would dare to say it was more comfortable than his apartment, even though his 'home' was indeed warm and quiet as well, not to mention it was also familiar and had a bed, but still, it was nice to get out once in a while, so as long as too much walking wasn't involved. And on these nice, snowy days when you could feel the bitter cold nipping at your face, just the thought of being near a fire was reassuring and rather tempting at that. Even better that every day was cold and snowy, so every day he had some excuse to be here and curl up in a chair with a good book and- let's not forget- darling Miep.

The soft little bundle of fur had been dozing off on his lap for the past hour and a half, which was the same amount of time he had been sitting here and reading his book. As for the title of the story, it was one he had read about a million times already. 'Flowers for Algernon'; the novel about a man and a mouse, though, in his opinion, it really was more about the man and his relationship with women than with the poor little thing in a cage, but, nonetheless, it was still a good book and totally worth re-reading over and over again. Besides, just the atmosphere around him made him feel welcome, it made him feel like this was the place he belonged right now and that he had chosen a good time to come.

It was rather odd though, or so most people thought, that he had brought his dog with him. But where didn't he bring Miep? It worried him knowing his pet was all by himself in the house, the idea nearly frightening him. Even though he loved Miep like one should love their own family, he still had to accept a dog is a dog, and that they weren't the most intelligent beings on the face of the Earth. This made him scared; what if Miep got too close to the fireplace, choked on something, or somehow drowned in the toilet bowl? It made the teenager seem like an overprotective caretaker, and so be it. If acting this way meant his pup (he lovingly called him that) wouldn't get hurt, then it was a-okay in his book.

Turning a page with his finger, Ciel glanced down at Miep before directing his attention back to the book. He was nearing the part where the Algernon and Charlie escaped from the meeting when the professors were presenting the information they had discovered with the two 'science projects'. He had always felt he needed to drag a bit through this part; there seemed, to him at least, that there were too many scientific terms to comprehend, remember, and then piece together to make something that made sense to him. But what he could he say? He didn't study in that certain area, and he was just trying to make it through college. Eh, whatever he decided to be, it sure as hell wasn't going to have anything to do with experiments and working in labs, etc. Something simpler; a lot simpler.

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[Jordan Graham]

Jordan had no intentions whatsoever, to go into the library. It was just agonizing to think of the stillness and silence in the room. He couldn’t stand it. In fact, he hated it. Loathing the place however, didn’t give him an excuse to not go there. Mr. Irony the stupid balding man, detention room substitute, had picked out the most lifeless place for Jordan to pay for his actions. Picking up rubbish off the ground sounded better at the moment. He was supposed to place the books back into their correct places and Jordan was sure, when the teacher had spoken about his consequences, that he did not use the words ‘with proper care’.

Stuffing the book roughly onto the rack, Jordan cursed inaudibly under his breath. He pulled the rolling table along with him, grabbing a few more books and shoving them down the ‘J’ fiction book aisle. Really, what was the point of reading fiction books? It just told lies, untrue realities and barely broadened their imagination. And Jordan also idly wondered what was the point for so many books. Half of them had grown to be infamous, some of them had specks of dust gathered atop them. It was a waste of time, really.

Glancing over to his right, Jordan spotted Ciel. Probably the only student in the place. Or so, Jordan thought anyway. The place was so silent, who knew how many students stood behind racks and racks of books. On the other hand, the pearly broad white wings Ciel had, had caught Jordan’s eye. He gave a fleeting look underneath his arms, bringing his own wings forward to stare at the graying wings and the scar that stood visibly on the bottom of his left wing. Usually his wings were rather clean, nowhere near the graying color he now had. He had been just too lazy to clean himself.

“Nice wings,” Jordan said while thrusting yet another book to it’s proper place and then turning to face Ciel, “Nothing like mine, ‘course.” Jordan gave a wide grin, raising his wings slightly to show him the current state of them, “’Spect you’ve never seen such tender care before, eh?” Jordan added sarcastically.

[JC Bytes.]

A dull ‘omph’ escaped the nearly grown man’s lips as soon as he parted with the entrance. He stared blankly into space for a moment as the sound of someone crashing wafted up into his ears. It took him a moment, but eventually the figure began to get a grasp on what was going on. A smirk adorned his features as he slipped a hand out into the air before him, and felt a slender palm slide into it. It took little effort to help the invisible being off of the floor, but did take him quite a while to regain his composure. Instead of exchanging insolent remarks with each other, JC and the invisible female continued along their paths, hers out of the door and his onto the history aisle.

Side tracked by a pair of voices not too far away from the racking, Jacolby folded his arms across his chest and concentrated on focusing his attention on the titles at hand. Now, what was he looking for again? Chuckling, the male dropped his arms again, whilst stepping back and glancing upward. Seriously, what was it? No longer laughing at his situation, his brow furrowed and lips curved downward into a faint scowl. Damn, first the klutzy young-in and now the talkative angels?

“Will you two hush?” It was more of an order and not a question. Though the owner of the other voice wasn’t quite in his view, he could just barely make out the wings above the bookcase. Seeing as how, he was the only figure within a ten foot radius, Colby felt free to assume that the noise was coming from him, and not the librarian that sat behind her desk across the room.

ooc; eh, sorry about the short post. ^^;

[Ciel Jean Donatien]

ooc; No problem. x3

Ciel's head snapped up from the book when a voice was brought to his attention. Looking up at Jordan, his eyes moved from the boy's face to his wings as he examined them curiously. Well, they certainly were something indeed. Unless they were naturally that gray, then they were obviously a little bit dirty, but Ciel didn't say anything for two reasons. One, making personal comments were very rude, and he wasn't a rude person, and the second one is that the teenager already knew about the condition his wings were in, no need to remind him again, right? He missed his last comment as he continued to stare at the two things growing out of the boy's back before remembering the teenager had said something nice to him. Blinking suddenly, he turned to gaze at the angel's face and nodded, "Thank you."

The ends of his mouth turned up ever so slightly before the movement disappeared and he looked down at Miep, who had woken up and was now looking quietly at Jordan. His huge ears perked up and his neck craned in the direction of someone's elses words, and Ciel turned to look where the source of sound had come from at the same time his dog did, only to realize that the person who had spoken wasn't in view. However, after a few quick seconds of thinking, the teenager finally realized who it was, and would have been content just to nod and go back to reading, but knew that JC wouldn't have seen him. So, preparing himself to speak loud enough so that his voice would travel to the ears of his father's friend, "I'm sorry," he hesitated, "Mr. Bytes." Gah.

He didn't know what to call him; JC, Jacolby, Colby. He had decided on a name solely based on the fact he was totally clueless as to what the proper title for him would be. Getting on people's nerves had never been something he had often looked forward to, if not at all, and he certainly didn't want to piss off someone who worked with his father, mostly because he didn't know what his father would do to him. In all honesty, Ciel would have preffered being slapped on the face than being pushed aside by the older man, only because rejection and being alone wasn't something he could stand. That's why he had Miep all the time. Most people asked questions about him, and this brought company without having to really try hard. And when people didn't really care for animals, he always had the dog there for him.

[Jordan Graham]

"No problem," Jordan gave a cheerful smile as Ciel thanked him for the polite comment. Jordan had always been great with words, sometimes rather weird, and a lot of the times rather annoying-- but he knew his way around to make people grow accustomed to his presence and actually like it over a period of time. And Jordan plainly remembered how Ciel's eyes had swept over his faded wings, a look of sympathy on his face? Or was it just curiosity? It didn't matter anyway, Jordan was used to the eyes following his battered wings and the casual whispered talks about the scar that pulled out across his left wing. Jordan actually liked the recognition he got. People knew he loved the spotlight and a lot of the times tended to ignore him. One way or another, Jordan had to feel specially unique and extra noticed by the students. It was just how his reputation went. What with his yellow goggles, perched atop his unkempt sandy blond hair, the tie that loosely fell across his chest, his muddied track pants and wrinkled t-shirts, he was bound to get a few glances toward his way.

Jordan blinked, hand resting momentarily on the ledge as he heard someone snap irritably from the other side of the shelf. Jordan opened his mouth to retort back just as commandingly as the male voice had been when Ciel had apologized, cutting Jordan off his smart reply. So, JC Bytes was here. Jordan really had nothing against the man. He knew him, never talked with but the guy was pretty famous around the school. So he kept his mouth shut respectively. Furrowing his eyebrows, Jordan leaned against the bookshelf, tiptoe, trying to get a glimpse of him. Pursing his lips reluctantly, he too apologized hastily, "Yeah...sorry." Jordan rammed yet another book in shaking the bookshelf slightly, the cover tearing off the book.

Jordan paused staring at the the rest of the books unplaced, sitting on the table mocking Jordan through silence. Detention or not, Mr. Irony was not here at the moment. He was probably gone trying to run after many other delinquents. Jordan smirked slyly. What was the point of his powers, when he could not use them? Besides, he was helping the library with them, any who. Mr. Irony had plainly told him, "...and don't use your powers. I'm not stupid.". Jordan shrugged, scrunching up his face, eyes closed in concentration as another clone-like head popped up beside his own and then dragged itself beyond Jordan's body, separating. Jordan looked into his other self, grinning widely as he too duplicated himself three to four times. Using his 'Speed' powers would've been too obvious to the librarian. Multiplying himself was a brilliant idea, at least in Jordan's eyes. Staring first at Ciel and then back to JC Bytes, he let his duplicates scurry across the library stuffing books here and there as Jordan himself casually stalked about watching his clones do the job.

[JC Bytes.]

The male shut his eyes and placed a hand to his temple in a futile attempt at remembering that title of the book that he'd been sent to retrieve. He was sure that if he saw it, he'd know it. Still, it was good to know exactly what one was looking for. After a moment of silence, Jacolby's eyelids fluttered upon and his gaze returned to the shelves at bay, though his mind was no longer entirely on his mission. What was going on with his memory lately? Why did he feel as though people were playing games with his mind? Oh well, that one was simple; because they were. He shook off a wave of ice content toward those mind-readers. Each and everyone of them were completely worthless unless they had some sort of active power. Big whoop,you could read someone else's mind, and know about what they were planning...but could you stop them? JC chuckled at the thought before emitted a short sigh. Okay, now to get the job done.

Eyes still grazing the lower stacks of books and soon onto those high up, Bytes didn't care to reply to the half-hearted apologies. He hadn't asked for them to make amends or to beg for pardons, only for the two to 'hush', and there they were speaking in response. His brows furrowed together as he stepped forward in order to allow a few duplicates to rush past him. After sizing up the first three, a fourth caught his eye and within moments the twenty-two year old had extended out his right hand in order to snatch a book from it's grips. Eureka, he had it! Jacolby retracted his limb as the copies continued on, and began at scrutinizing the tattered, maroon spine of the novel within his grasps. Eh, so this silly old thing was the object of his professor's affection? If anything, JC had expected to pick up a dissertation of at least three thousand pages. Evidently this was the compendium.

"Ah, Ciel. I thought that was you that I heard." Such a wimp-ish tone couldn't belong to none other. Colby's voice proposed that he was jolly, as did his face, though 'jolly' wasn't truly a term that ever applied to him. A broad smirk adorned the elder male's facial attributes as he slid from between the aisle and into the open space that nestled the empty floor between the librarian's check out counter and the rest of the neglected reading material. He cast an odd glance toward the dog, but bit his tongue against speaking anything negative, for he should have expected as much and then peered toward the little worker ant. No doubt, he'd been the one who'd done all of the talking. JC fondled the hardback between his fingers as he debated on whether or not it'd be appropriate for him to say anymore. Well, appropriate wasn't the correct term, for the male often found himself doing things that other would consider, wrong. But instead, he was contemplating over whether or not he wanted to do anything that was... 'unacceptable'. True, he had no reason to, but who needed adequate reasoning now-a-days?

[Ciel Jean Donatien]

Ciel blinked intently at Jordan, watching him as he duplicated himself. It wasn't an odd power, but it was still interesting, or so he thought. Perhaps just hearing about the different abilities and mutations of the students around the college didn't do much for people, but once you experianced them, saw them, talked to the person who had the power, then it all seemed to change a little, maybe you even became a little envious of what they were capable of doing, but Ciel felt no such thing. He quite enjoyed watching people showing off their 'gifts', but he didn't consider it as a bad thing, and he didn't consider what Jordan was doing a bad thing either. Except, maybe, for the fact he should have just been doing it without wrongly using his advantage, but that was fine in his book, mostly because he wasn't the one who was going to get in trouble.

When Jordan said 'thank you' Ciel looked at him, almost desperately. He was going to say 'You're welcome', only to realize he was supposed to be quiet, just like Jacolby had told him to. Well, he had actually told both of them to be quiet, but either way, he still had to listen, for following rules, orders, demands and everything that pertained to the subject was something he did without having to think about it, without giving thought to the fact that there wasn't a real taboo on talking, merely the fact that if he did, someone would be disappointed. But it never got to that point, why should it? You tell him to do something and that's what he does; it keeps everything clean, simple, and reatively fair depending on the demand.

"You were right." he said quietly, folding the page of his book and setting it on a nearby table. Miep glanced awkwardly at JC before switching to look at the book, then once again shifting around in place so that his entire body was facing the older man, huge brown eyes looking at him cutely. That was the face Ciel couldn't possibly 'resist', and it was that face that made him worry over the small animal like a parent. Slowly he placed his hand on top of the dog's head, patting it and making the puppy bounce up and down before running it along his back in a pattern, staring uninterestingly at the carpet on the floor. His wings, pinned against his back, flexed in tiny movements, as though he wanted to spread them but was afraid of knocking something over, which was indeed the case. Ciel wasn't too sure on how the librarian and some of the students here in the building felt about him bringing his dog just to read a book when he could be doing the same at home, but just in case the answer wasn't postive, he better make damn sure to stay on their good side.

[Jordan Graham]

Jordan slumped onto a cushioned chair absent-mindedly watching his other selves turn into aisles and dart past him to pick up more books. He was sure the librarian had raised her head ever so slightly and caught a glimpse of two Jordan’s rush past onto the next rack of books. Jordan hastily disappeared behind the Encyclopedias, eyes darting towards Ciel and JC. A flicker of annoyance sprouted on Jordan’s face as JC spoke. Really, what was they point of telling them to hush when he was to talk again anyway? His creased forehead lessened. Rumors had said that JC Bytes was dangerous. Jordan wasn’t frightened; a little curious but scarcely frightened.

Jordan pondered of the limit each person had with their powers. Ciel really looked like an angel, hardly harmless. JC on the other hand had a sturdy look to him. He had a slight evil look adorned over his features. Ciel had a typical limpidness and innocence impression stuck to him. Jordan dropped his gaze as JC turned to peer over at him. It seemed impossible to look straight into his eyes. He gave an involuntary shrug to himself, not really sure what to think of the two. They both knew each other, however, so they must have had a friendly relationship going on.

It wasn’t a matter of time, when his own duplicate tumbled over his own feet, crashing head first into a bookcase, tipping it over recklessly. Jordan flinched, arms raised over his head cowardly as the bookcase landed onto the floor, books clattered all over. Through reflexes Jordan had opened his wings, knocking over a patterned vase as it too came crashing down. Great. Abso-fucking-lutely wonderful. He hadn’t even been past ten minutes through detention and he’d caused another one of his childish scenes.

He gave a oh-crap-I’m-sorry look toward Librarian and then passed it over to JC and Ciel. Nodding in an ashamed manner, which he was most undeniably not, he spoke quietly to fill the silence, “My bad.”

[JC Bytes.]

ooc;;

ech. i seriously can't think up a post for this. bandito, skip me. maybe i can think of something after another one of your posts.