Post by Shannon Hawthorne on Dec 29, 2012 2:06:31 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 300px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]College was such a troubling time. So much partying, drinking, and roommates--oh god forbid anything mention roommates to Shannon. Ever. Some say that college is the best four years of your life. Aside from primary school, they were Shannon's four worst. Roommates are irritating, acting nice and not mean is draining, and pretending to be average when you have an IQ of 173 was nearly the end of her. But that was already one year behind her (thank the heavens). As a grown adult freed from the boundaries of school, she could look back at college and scoff. It really brought back memories, 98% of which were negative, when she stood on the campus of Columbia.
She hadn't attended there, of course. Her diploma was from Syracuse clear across the state. Nonetheless college was college, and she normally wouldn't just trek onto a college campus, but alas she had been on an errand that day. It is known that you can acquire cheap supplies around campus. Merchants who deal in magical items tend to charge lower and affordable prices around campus to accommodate for the very low budgets of poor college students. Of course the quality wasn't the best but for small needs here and there, she found them sufficient.
Her purchases of the day rested safely out of sight in her shoulder bag, and kept her laptop and various spell books company. Ordinarily she would have made a beeline for home, but on a whim she spotted a comfortable looking tree to be seated under. She did just that. She was young enough to pass as a student. No one would question her presence. And groups of student wakers were known to roam about the campus--spotting a girl reading a spell book would not be a shocking sight. She casually plopped down under the shade of the tree. Somewhat damp grass met her shorts but it failed to bother her. You know what the best part about a college campus was? Free wifi. For students only, usually, but when you have technokinesis, exceptions could be made.
She booted up her precious macbook and watched it come to life. Also from her bag she pulled out a worn old spell book. It's pages were yellowed with age and the spine peeling with constant use, but it was still a worthy read. She laid it down in the grass, flipped it open, and began transcribing it. It was a common practice of her's. For every book she had she made a digital copy of it. It made digging for information much easier and of course, if something were to happen to the original book, a backup was a good thing to have. But the book was just for reference, just in case. Having read it already once most of the letters were already retained in her mind. All that was left was to fill in the small gaps that appeared every now and then and work her fingers to get type it all up. She glanced down at the book again. 383 pages. She'd better get working on it. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
Post by tajvar fereydun on Dec 29, 2012 2:21:53 GMT -5
He poked his chopsticks into his packed lunch, thinking nothing about the ginger that had somehow wormed its way into his rice. He disliked ginger, but would eat it anyway -- a girl had given him lunch, thinking it a way to worm herself into his good graces. Tajvar had barely complained; it was a chance to save on lunch. Home-cooked food was always a plus, too.
At the same time, he knew what eating the lunch entailed: Tutoring, and quite possibly a place as one of his lab mates. There was a fine line to walk, and the Fereydun had walked it all too often. That, and he had to balance his life as a med student and a demon hunter -- university had never been so busy for the average human.
Then again, he was more than average, thought the young man with a sigh as he closed the lunchbox. He'd finish the rest later, ginger and all. (Pickled, pink or carefully grated into fish, he did not appreciate the rhizome in the least.) As he fumbled with the cloth the box was wrapped in, he realized that he hadn't been alone all this while -- there was another girl on the other side of the tree. Had it not been for the glare from her laptop's screen, Tajvar would have missed her entirely.
Tajvar moved closer, but was careful to not get too close. He hadn't seen her before, but put her down as a student from a different major. The university was large, and even though he knew most people from medical majors (doctors, dentists and even a few veterinarians), the tech department was a complete stranger to him. Or at least, he thought she was from that faculty -- because of the laptop.
"Deadlines?" he asked, keeping his voice light and distance respectable.
Post by Shannon Hawthorne on Dec 29, 2012 3:34:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 300px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]She almost didn't notice him. Almost. Ok, to be honest, she hadn't been very attentive when she claimed the tree. By the time she noticed that it'd already been claimed, she was already too engrossed in typing to care to move. He'd just have to suck it up and share his tree. Her nimble fingers flew across the keyboard and copied word for word the text of the book onto her bright screen. It was a memorizing activity, even for Shannon, watching page after page of word documents be filled and emptying her mind of the cluster of information. And then she was interrupted.
It was that boy from the other side of the tree, she presumed, but did not bother moving or taking her eyes off her computer screen to check. Her fingers didn't miss a beat or a letter despite the minor speed bump. Humans were always so eager to make small talk and poke their noses into other peoples business. Couldn't he see that she was busy transcribing a 383 page spell book into a digital copy? Clearly not. Either that or he did not care and spoke to her anyway.
"Sure,"
[/color] she spat sarcastically, clearly irritated but also very absent. The response was obviously half-hearted since it hardly made sense to his question. She was busy and thus paid little attention to the student. She didn't even bother to muster a lie to pass as a student and her usual mean aggressive tone had been reduced to a mere disgruntled snap. But as stated before, she was busy and her brain was devoted to the transcription more so than an unimportant student.
But blast it! He made her forget a part! In reality she'd probably forgotten it naturally but she blamed him anyway. One hand continued typing as her other reached for the old spell book. She split her attention between the two items with one eye on the screen watching letters appear as the other hand flipped through the pages to find the section that had slipped her mind. She couldn't care less that someone else was present and that the spell book would probably make her look like a satanist (either that or a Latin major). [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
Post by tajvar fereydun on Dec 29, 2012 3:47:09 GMT -5
Tajvar hummed, amused. The girl seemed to be typing swiftly, faster than he could on his own laptop. (At the same time, he was also one of those old-fashioned people who preferred writing to typing, however inconvenient it might have been in the long run. Neat handwriting was always a good thing to read, he felt.)
"Sure."
He echoed her words, his voice softer than her disgruntled one. Tajvar stole a glance at her laptop -- the glare from the sun made it hard for him to read it from his angle, and despite curiosity beckoning him to move closer, he did not wish to intrude into her personal space. And so, he kept still, wondering if he should finish his lunch now that he had (unwilling) company. His initial intentions were to eat with his friends, but now he found himself staring at a possible change of plans.
She seemed unnaturally proficient with her laptop, Tajvar noted as she continued to type single-handedly. It was interesting to watch, for he would probably never reach such proficiency in handling a laptop. He could type, but as good as any normal human could. He watched, almost interestedly, until the spellbook resulted in a raised eyebrow.
That wasn't a common sight, and having seen a few spells himself, he was certain that this female wasn't what she seemed to be. Briefly, he wondered if she moonlighted as some sort of waker profession like he did (as much as he refused to admit it). Regardless of what it was, it did not detract from the fact that making digital copies of spells and records was an interesting prospect that had yet to cross his mind.
Words formed at the tip of his tongue, but Tajvar bit back what he might have said. More dialog was apt to distract her further, and if he guessed right, she was keen on finishing her digitalization of the book without further distraction. It hadn't stopped him from continuing to watch, though.
Post by Shannon Hawthorne on Dec 29, 2012 15:13:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 300px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]He was still watching her. She knew it. She didn't have to look back to know it either. It was just that simple lingering feeling you get when someones behind you or when someones looking over through shoulder. You can ever so softly hear the air flowing their their lungs and feel their breath against your back. Such a sense could be considered paranoid, but you're not paranoid if they're really out to get you, and when you're in a city full of vampires, demons, faeries and anything and everything paranormal in the world, you're never paranoid.
Having technokinesis meant Shannon could very well have skipped the old fashion step of actually typing up the transcription. She could have merely touched her laptop and then watch the words appear miraculously on the screen. But she was a programmer, and typing was one of the view activities that she did not mind engaging in. She she typed at the speed of light. But he was still watching her. He held his tongue, but he was still watching her. Honestly she sometimes thought she was born as the wrong species. She had no attachment to mankind whatsoever. Even if he didn't speak a word his mere presence was enough to irk her (though it didn't take much to irk Shannon so that's not saying much).
She sighed, still typing without missing a letter. 381, 382, 383, done. Her fingers suddenly grew still as if her power switch had been turned off and she abruptly slammed the book shut. She whirled around like a predatory animal and locked gazes with the uninvited onlooker, meeting his eyes with a violent glare and displeased scowl. "What do you want?"
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