Post by Ryder James Crowe on Aug 9, 2013 13:55:34 GMT -5
It was way too quiet in the library. But...that's how they're supposed to be, right?
Right.
'Cept Ryder Crowe didn't really consider all the racket he was making as he made his way into the building 'o' books. First bumping into a cart of returned books and videos, then tripping over his own feet, then dropping his faded leather backpack -after- once again bumping into something; this time the corner of a table.
Everybody turned to stare and the library lady even shushed him with a finger to her pursed lips and got a deep furrow in her unplucked mono-brow. Ryder winced, thinking to himself that the woman was possibly more horrifying than the monster he was here to research.
He lifted a hand and kind of bowed his head in a quiet apology, and quickly made his way to a table in the back.
Sighing, the young hunter dropped his pack on the table top and cursed too loud when he got another 'SHUSH', and covered his mouth when the library lady gave him a look for the curse word.
Freakin' A he could use a drink, which was exactly what he did. Ryder dug into his pack and pulled out a silver flask. He twisted it open and looked around to make sure the Gorgon wasn't looking, then took a long swallow of the liquor before tucking it away again.
Oh yeah, that was better. Especially considering he was already real buzzed to begin with. Yeah...he'd been drinking most of the day.
But he needed focus and research, so here he was.
The hunter slouched down into his seat and pulled the newspapers out of his bag to spread them across the table before him. Each one had a story about a mysterious death involving people that had been mourning ( or god knew what else) in grave yards late at night.
The young man was stumped. He really didn't know where to start. The whole cliché about boogeymen hanging out in cemeteries at night wasn't just a bedtime story. There were several monsters that preferred to hunt there.
Without even thinking, as Ry read through the articles again he reached for the flask; pulling it out and taking a swig and going to shove it back in his bag but instead accidentally knocking the pack on the ground.
Another round of SHUSHING and another really stern look. Holy Hell. He was about to get his ass kicked out of the library for godsake.
Right.
'Cept Ryder Crowe didn't really consider all the racket he was making as he made his way into the building 'o' books. First bumping into a cart of returned books and videos, then tripping over his own feet, then dropping his faded leather backpack -after- once again bumping into something; this time the corner of a table.
Everybody turned to stare and the library lady even shushed him with a finger to her pursed lips and got a deep furrow in her unplucked mono-brow. Ryder winced, thinking to himself that the woman was possibly more horrifying than the monster he was here to research.
He lifted a hand and kind of bowed his head in a quiet apology, and quickly made his way to a table in the back.
Sighing, the young hunter dropped his pack on the table top and cursed too loud when he got another 'SHUSH', and covered his mouth when the library lady gave him a look for the curse word.
Freakin' A he could use a drink, which was exactly what he did. Ryder dug into his pack and pulled out a silver flask. He twisted it open and looked around to make sure the Gorgon wasn't looking, then took a long swallow of the liquor before tucking it away again.
Oh yeah, that was better. Especially considering he was already real buzzed to begin with. Yeah...he'd been drinking most of the day.
But he needed focus and research, so here he was.
The hunter slouched down into his seat and pulled the newspapers out of his bag to spread them across the table before him. Each one had a story about a mysterious death involving people that had been mourning ( or god knew what else) in grave yards late at night.
The young man was stumped. He really didn't know where to start. The whole cliché about boogeymen hanging out in cemeteries at night wasn't just a bedtime story. There were several monsters that preferred to hunt there.
Without even thinking, as Ry read through the articles again he reached for the flask; pulling it out and taking a swig and going to shove it back in his bag but instead accidentally knocking the pack on the ground.
Another round of SHUSHING and another really stern look. Holy Hell. He was about to get his ass kicked out of the library for godsake.