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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Aug 28, 2013 18:29:38 GMT
Another day at the library, another dollar, another book to read in his free time. However, it was a long time before he was able to catch a break or sneak away. Sighs filled the room as he logged the returned books and placed them on the cart to be shelved. He always hated that part, logging returned books. He rather hated technology and only used it when he really had to. He did have to admit that computers were much easier than writing everything down by hand. All he had to do was push a button and it was in the system. Basil tried to imagine it back before computers were really used as a means of sorting things like that and he shuddered at the thought. Hundreds of books written down and now all he had to do was scan a bar code on the back of the book the library put there. It was sad, however, to see the books altered like that to fit the library's needs. They even had stamps put on the inside cover that stated they belonged to the library. Wasn't that against the rules for holy books? He pondered that as he continued his work, wondering if defacing a holy book like that would get them in trouble with the god or gods that book pertained to. Personally, he didn't want to piss off a god or goddess. That thought alone shook him to his core and he forcibly put more focus on what he was doing, just to get his mind off the idea of making a higher being mad. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 10:02:04 GMT
LIKE A FREAK SHOW,
| Azrael actually hated the library, while he loved the fact that such a place had thousands of words of knowledge open to the public without any price, he couldn't help but to feel heartbroken over the condition that most of the books found themselves in. First they were defiled for the library's needs, stamps and bar codes destroyed their value then if that wasn't enough, some people couldn't even seem to take care of them correctly. Soon enough, just like money, library books would get the smell of a thousand hands. However, Azrael felt as though he should give something to the public. He wanted them to be educated on the past, he really did - and that's why he was hand delivering five copies, three soft cover and two hard to the library. Though he tried his best not to shudder on what condition he'd find these books in, in the later months.
He went up to the counter. "Ah, hello. I'm here to drop up some books by Azrael Malloy. He told me you'd be expecting them." |
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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Sept 29, 2013 15:10:16 GMT
The sudden voice filling his area of the room caused Basil to stop what he was doing. He slowly looked up at the man and perked a brow almost instantly when he heard him talk. Drop up? What kind of English was that? What kind of grammar was that? He'd never heard of anyone "dropping up" something. Dropping off or dropping down, sure. Gravity was a thing that existed. But, dropping up? Surely not. "I do believe that Azrael Malloy was to drop something off, though I suggest checking your grammar in the future to prevent confusion with others who might not be smart enough to correct you and successfully understand your failure," Basil replied with a sarcastic smile, sliding the book he was working with off to the side to give himself some room. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2013 5:42:19 GMT
LIKE A FREAK SHOW,
| Azrael just smiled. He was tired but he didn't bother in coming up with some excuse as to why his grammar was oh-so-terrible. "Eh, I'm only human." He shrugged, it didn't really mean much. The man could pick apart everything about Az from his hair to the clothes he wore, and it wouldn't bother him in the slightest. "So, are you ready to receive his newest book, because trust me - I know him personally - he was pretty worried about this whole ordeal." Az could just see it now, some idiotic little kid tearing his book apart page by page. |
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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Oct 7, 2013 17:33:36 GMT
Basil continued to smile, impressed that the man didn't get offended by his sarcasm. He took it with stride and that was interesting to Basil. "Hmm... Worried? And why was he worried?" Basil asked, looking down at the books in the man's hands. He half-wondered if the man standing in front of him was actually Azrael Malloy himself, considering how he was acting about everything. "Why are you here on his behalf? It's just a library and I don't see why the man couldn't come in on his own," he said with another grin tugging at the corners of his lips, sitting up a little straighter to get closer to the man behind the counter. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2013 20:48:18 GMT
LIKE A FREAK SHOW,
| "He's practically OCD about his books." Azrael took a little shot at himself, and it made him smile. He was in fact OCD about the state of his books, even though he'd often leave them on the floor of his room much to Zilya's distaste. "Why am I here? That's a good question. Azrael is rather lazy. knowing him he probably hasn't even woken up. If everyone embodied a sin, Azrael's would be sloth." It was strange referring to himself in thread person, though he did know all the traits about himself. They had been pointed out many times before. |
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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Oct 11, 2013 17:19:04 GMT
"Is that right," Basil stated as he decided to go into professional librarian mode. "I can understand his concerns. Sometimes a library can bee the death of books, depending on the genre and the audience the book is aimed towards.
"Do you know what genre his books are? I can tell you the general type of person who will be handling his books if you're that worried about it. I wouldn't want you to lose sleep at night in fear that the books will be torn to shreds," he continued on, looking up at the man from his seat, eyes locked with his. This man was interesting, clearly intelligent just from the brief talk with him so far. Basil could empathize with him. "I'm a rather large fan of reading, myself. I have books all over my apartment; it's why I decided to work in a library. I would be worried, too, if my precious books were going to be traded off for a life of misery and torture under the hands of unappreciative mongrels some of the people who borrow books can be."Basil was a blunt type of man. He definitely wasn't afraid to state what was on his mind when it came to most things, especially if one of those things was the subject of literature. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2013 21:41:06 GMT
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| "Historical. That might actually put some of his worries to rest. I'm sure Azrael's nightmares are filled with his books being torn up by grubby little hands." Not that children would step near his books, he hoped. The last thing he needed was seven, eight, and nine years tugging at the pages of his precious books. Azrael met the man's stare, there was something rude about not looking someone in the eye when you were talking to them and Azrael didn't want to be ' that guy,' though he supposed some people did get creeped out by eye contact. "My home is filled with books. My shelves are practically ready to burst. My housekeeper actually yells at me when I come home with more books." He finally decided to give up the act. |
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Post by BASIL ATWOOD on Oct 26, 2013 9:53:23 GMT
Yeah, that's right. I'm smarter than you think I am, Basil thought to himself as he leaned forward to get a better look at the books, adjusting his glasses the slightest bit. Perhaps it made him seem smarter. At least, he wanted it to seem as though as it did. "If they're that type of book, I assure you they'll be under the best type of care. The kinds of people who wreck books won't touch these, I'm sure," the librarian assured the other man, a simple type of smile on his face. "So... what was with the act? Trying to pretend as though you're someone famous? Is that what you're doing?"His tone of voice was sarcastic and teasing, almost smug. Though if he's right about the type of person this man was, Basil knew he wouldn't honestly take offense to anything he said. He seemed the type to brush off things like that and if he wasn't... Well, let's just say that Basil would be unpleasantly surprised. |
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