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» Disturbance, Len/Canis
Len Kinlan
 Posted: Dec 1 2013, 12:35 PM
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15 Years
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28-November 13 • 140 Moneys

Bette


Len was pretty sure that the teachers at his school all hated him with a passion. No, really, every sign pointed in that direction, it was only the logical conclusion for him to have drawn. The most prominent of these signs was the ridiculous amount of work they expected out of him in such a little amount of time. His backpack was stuffed to the brim and hard to carry, making him look very much like an oversized turtle whenever he had to wear it and forcing him to hunch over. Well, there was nothing he could do about it, he supposed, and homework didn’t do itself. His own house didn’t have much room for work, between his cluttered bedroom and the kitchen table that his parents would never let him use for those reasons. To the library it was, then.

Backpack in hand, he trudged down the stairs, throwing on his sneakers and his half-on-half-off lime green hoodie. “I’m heading out!” Len called at his parents, yelling as loud as he could. However, his voice was naturally very soft, so it only sounded like a voice just having barely been raised from its natural tone. He left without further thought, figuring that if his parents hadn’t heard him, they would figure out where he was eventually. They always did.

Stepping out of his house and onto the street, Len slammed the door behind him. A cool chill went almost right through him, and he shivered at its contact. Thanking any and every external force that may exist for him putting on a hoodie, he pulled the hood over his head and began his trek.

He wasn’t quite sure how long it took him to walk over to the library, but his aching back told him that it was much longer than it was supposed to be. He weaved his way in and out through the halls and passers-by until reaching the first empty seat he saw. Not knowing or caring if there was anyone else there, he picked out his study spot.

Not really paying any attention to his surroundings, Len threw his bag down to the ground, quite happy to get it off of his back, and began setting up. Three textbooks, a notebook, as well as his pencil case were thrown carelessly onto the table in front of him as he dropped down to the unfilled chair. Flipping open one of his textbooks to the appropriate page, he turned to a blank piece of paper in his notebook and took out his pencil.

It wasn’t until he had sat down and tried to begin working that Len had noticed it. The loud waves of chatter hit his ears with a strong force, enough to make him drop his pencil against the table in frustration. Hadn’t he come here to work because it was quiet? Honestly. At first, he tried to simply tune them out. It sounded quite good in theory, but didn’t seem to work. Len had tried fishing around in the pocket of his hoodie for his earphones, but it seemed that he had left them at home when all he was grabbing was thin air. He almost growled at this, letting his hands drop back down to his side. Len couldn’t exactly just yell at them to stop talking, could he? As much as the thought appealed to him, he knew better. Not only would they probably turn on him, but he would never hear the end of it from his parents as well, which was equally as annoying as the chatterboxes not too far from him. There was really no point in doing it if he got no gain out of it.

“Some people,” he started quietly before he could stop himself, his voice laced with annoyance. He was talking mostly to himself as he usually did, though perhaps as well to the general public who probably wasn’t listening anyway. “Don’t seem to understand the concept of ‘sit down and shut up’. Is it really so hard?” Apparently so.
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Canis Latrans
 Posted: Dec 1 2013, 09:56 PM
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25-December 12 • 55 Moneys

Meadowlark


Canis sighed. He'd tried tuning the crowd out. He really had. But it was like the more he tried to do so, the louder they got. He looked up in surprise to hear someone murmur in discontent from the table across from him.

Looking down at his book, Canis smiled to himself. A smile that was soured by laughter nearby by 'some people'. Closing his book, he made his way to the other boys table.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked in a hushed library voice, giving a half grin as he gestured to a free seat at the table. "I don't want to sit so close to the crowd. Hard to concentrate you know?"
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Len Kinlan
 Posted: Dec 2 2013, 02:10 PM
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District Six
28-November 13 • 140 Moneys

Bette


Okay, this was getting ridiculous. What quite possibly was the loudest wave of chatter yet had made its way through the library, making Len more frustrated than ever. A roaring chorus of laughter, one voice in particular having a laugh so strange that had he not been so stressed out by his work and environment, he probably would have had a chuckle himself, followed it. Instead, it just about set him off. Len managed to take control of himself just in time, trying to calm himself in the ways he had been taught when he was young. Apparently, those did come in handy once and a while. He was almost grateful for having an explosive and occasionally violent temper back then. He closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths and just pretending that nothing else existed in the world. It was not exactly the most effective way to make himself calm down, as the group just a few feet away seemed quite keen on making their presence known, but it worked enough for him to calm down to a reasonable level of mild annoyance. That was as best as it was going to get, and he figured he’d take what he could get out of it.

Len had been about to try to focus on his studies once more in his final attempt when he was interrupted from his thoughts by the voice of another. His eyes wandered up from his books to meet the face of a boy who looked to be around his age. Apparently, he had attracted a visitor. Len didn’t really mind this at the moment; it wasn’t like much of his work was going to be accomplished anyway. A guy, even one so quiet and reclusive as he, could use a bit of company from time to time. As long as it wasn’t an unwanted presence, that was. He hadn’t seen this guy with the group of annoying kids, so he hoped that this wasn’t the case.

Well, after hearing his words, this boy didn’t seem to come over to talk Len’s ears off about girlfriends or school or the latest celebrity scandal or the Hunger Games or whatever in the world that crowd had been going on and on about so loudly. (He hadn’t made a point to try to comprehend what they were saying, either way it was some sort of meaningless jabber and a complete waste of his booked up time.) That was always a bonus, he supposed to himself. Finding an utmost polite way of telling someone to piss off and leave him be was never exactly the easiest thing to do, and not Len’s favourite past time either. He twirled his pencil in his fingers habitually.

“No, no, go ahead,” Len gestured to the free seat, a small but polite smile on his face to counter the other boy’s grin. “And I know exactly what you’re talking about. Rather inconsiderate of them, really. Aren’t libraries supposed to be quiet, or is that just a common misconception?”
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