Bored (Open)

[Michael Bell]

Michael was sitting at one of the tables in the library. Michael was reading a book about werewolves and vampires. He was bored and didn't know what else to do. He put the book down and looked around him and saw no one. It was a sunny day. The library wasn't crowded that day. He wanted something to happen, he didn't care what would happen, just anything. Michael was just glad that his brother Jason wasn't with him. Wait! Jason hated the library. Michael wanted to practice his trumpet, but he didn't want to go anywhere to do that. He didn't want to home, he didn't want to do anything. He just wanted his boredom to go away. Michael thought of what he could do for a while.

Ten minutes passed by and Michael could not think of anything. Michael was wearing a black shirt and black leather pants, he was also wearing a black beanie. He might mistaken for his brother, but no one was there. He put his head down in the book about vampires and werewolves and just kept his head there. He closed his eyes and just drifted off. Was he asleep? Maybe he asleep or maybe he was pretending to be asleep. He wasn't talking or moving right now. He wasn't snoring like he usually did, but he could still be asleep right? Who even knew if he was asleep.

(OOC: Sorry it's a little short)

[Elizibeth O'Hanlon]

Elizibeth blinked a few times before flipping over and glancing at the clock. Nine AM; why did it feel too early to be up? The past two weeks had flown by in a blur; the school was so big it was difficult not to get lost. Starting school in the middle of a semester was not her best idea either. Although it had been only two weeks she was already behind and that was not the way she did things. Heaving a sigh that sounded more like a growl she pushed herself out of bed and strode over to the curtains and pulled them open. Sunlight hit her in the face like a car running into a brick wall. Squinting she pushed the bay style windows open.

Quickly slipping out of her pajamas she hopped into the shower allowing the warm water to linger on her skin. Wrapping a towel around her she plugged in her blow-dryer and began to brush out her hair. As the heat rolled down her neck her thoughts traveled to the vacations her and her family used to take to the beach. The days spent on the heat ridden shore were some of the best times of her life. Then when it became too much her and her brother would head into the ocean for a quick surf session. A smile passed over her lips at the thought. Switching the blow-dryer off, she sauntered back into her room and pulled out a short jean skirt and olive green tank-top from her closet. Quickly sliding them on, she threw on some makeup and grabbed her bag.

With one quick glance around the room she unplugged her phone and stepped into the hallway. A couple of tired-looking students that smelled like alcohol were heading to their dorms and Elizibeth suppressed a smile. She found it humorous that the professors at St. Wildmonds didn’t care what the students did outside of class; whether illegal or not. Stepping out of the building a warm breeze hit her in the face. It was the perfect spring day and most of it would be spent inside. The thought of not being able to spend the day sprawled out in the grass stung, but she was a straight A student, and that was not about to change.

The ominous library stood just next to her dorm so she walked as slowly as possible enjoying everything the day had to offer. Finally arriving at the front doors she took in one last deep breath; the scent of jasmine and roses filled her nostrils before she pushed the heavy oak doors open. A cold gust of air hit her as she stepped through the doors causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. A mundane looking librarian shot her a malicious glare as the doors fell shut a little too loudly behind her. Elizibeth grinned sheepishly and ducked her head to avoid her gaze. Starting for the overcrowded tables she spotted one that was empty aside from a guy who had his head down on the desk. Chuckling to herself she placed her bag on the table and sat down as quietly as she could.

A shiver ran down her spine as her bare legs touched the cold plastic. Pulling out her books she continued to glance over at the other member of her table as to make sure she wasn’t disturbing him. Finally settled in she flipped to the correct pages in her notebook and textbook and began to skim the pages on ancient Romanian and Italian architecture.

[Michael Bell]

Michael finally woke up. Michael looked up and saw a girl. Michael felt tired now. "Hi," Michael smiled at the girl. Michael looked back down at the book he was reading. Michael flipped the page of the book he was reading, now he was reading the part on how to kill a vampire. A vampire would fit Jason so well Michael thought to himself. At least Michael would have someone to talk to. Michael just wanted him the girl to carry him out of his cloud of boredom.

"This would fit my punk of a a brother so well," Michael whispered. Michael wasn't sure if the girl heard him, but it didn't matter if she did. At least I will have someone to talk to Michael thought to himself. Michael just wanted the girl to do something, anything, he didn't care what she would do, just something.

(OOC: Short again sorry)

[Elizibeth O'Hanlon]

As Elizibeth studied the winding arches and gothic architechture she had nearly forgotten that she was not alone at the table. She did not remove her eyes from her book as the boy that sat across from her lifted his head from the desk. Only until his voice floated across the table did she advert her eyes from her notes. Glancing up at him she smiled sweetly and went back to her book. He looked haggered and worn out, almost as if he had been out partying all night. Not that that wouldn't surprise her. Although she had been to her fair share of parties back in Virginia and Ireland, there were none like the ones at St. Wilmonds.

Tucking her hair behind her ear she scribbled something down before she heard his voice float across the table again. He had muttered something about the book he was reading in comparison to his brother. Elizibeth glanced around before she leaned in and whispered across the table. "Is this you're idea of small talk or something?" She hadn't meant for it to come across in a bitchy way but she was afraid it might have. Biting her lower lip she looked over at him waiting for an answer.