KING of IT (open)

[keely]

Keely woke up that morning to the sounds of birds chirping. It wasn’t the most pleasant sound to hear in the morning, but it wasn’t so horrible that it put her in a somewhat dreary mood. She yawned and stretched in her bed before lightly putting the covers beside her. She put her feet into her slippers beside her bed and walked to her bathroom to turn on the shower. She sighed and ran a hair through the tangled mess of her hair. She mumbled to herself and turned on the water before going into her room to grab some clothes for the day. She decided a pair of khaki shorts and a black t-shirt would suit her just fine for the day’s events since she really wasn’t doing too much. She planned on going to the library today. The library was the single place that she could go to be serene and feel at home. Other than her bed, her hammock on her back porch, and an isolated tree in the park, everywhere else was basically impossible to concentrate.

After taking her shower and getting dressed, Keely went into her small apartment kitchen to grab some breakfast. She toasted a piece of bread and spread butter on it. When she was done, she grabbed her car keys and walked out of her apartment on the second floor. When she finally arrived at the library, she smiled to herself. She was quiet the entire walk into the library, and when she went to the bookshelf, she looked for random book titles that caught her interest. A few were winners, and she took them off of the shelf to hold them under her arms. She walked to a table that was clear of anyone around, and set the five books that had interesting enough titles to catch her eye. One had been one she had read through twice, but she absolutely loved the book, so she couldn’t help but pick it out of the row. Keely began reading chapter one of Steven King books, It, and began to get really interested in it. She could visualize everything the author described as if it were right in front of her. She didn’t even notice the person sit across from her.

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[adlohse]

Through the lens of thick-rimmed glasses, brown eyes hungrily devoured the heavy, caligraphized words. They belonged to an insignificant black and white book which was neatly stuffed against another open book, one ample enough to conceal the its title from any prying eyes. As much as he loved poetry, a big part of him still felt embarrassed and emasculated reading it in a public setting. Only certain people knew that this particular subject greatly interested him, and it was not any from the small handful of people he became friends with since relocating to Manuka.

It was an intense poem, about tragic, forbidden lovers, lost in the depths of a scorching desert. His heart pounded in his chest, his body hunched over the table with an elbow propped up, and his palm cradled his chin while he gently bit his lower lip. He looked fairly lax, except for his eyes, that remained steadily glued ahead, skimming along the book's worn pages. Dark brown hair was in an organized mess as usual, falling down over his forehead, partially obscuring one of his eyes. Small, intense crimson streaks of dried paint coated his hair a few inches behind his right ear and grazed the nape of his neck. How he managed to do that unknowingly was a mystery, even to him. He was oblivious. And as usual, his clothes were contradictorily immaculate. A light gray button up shirt clung loosely to his broad shouldered, toned torso, and he wore casual black jeans and dark gray sneakers.

When a group of girls walked by, giggling loudly, his mind snapped back into reality. He turned around slowly, casually peering over his shoulder to gaze curiously at them, but he found their laughter was merely directed at one of the magazines a girl held out for the others to view. He shook his head, a grin edging at the corners of his lips, wondering how they worked themselves up so quickly like that over nothing. When he turned back around, he noticed someone familiar sitting nearby. "Hey Keely.." he whispered to her, leaning forward just a bit, his chair squeaking in the process. It was a simple greeting, but the nature of his tone suggested that he was in some way close to her. He ran into her often at the library, and was no less pleased than usual finding himself sitting near her again today. Due to his respect for her, being in her presence was like basking in the warm glow of the sun on a cold morning, it soothed him.

[keely]

Keely tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and rested her weight on her arm while her hand still stayed beside her ear. The random book she had picked up off the shelf was actually a pretty good one. It was a creepy novel. While they weren’t on her top three set of genres of books, they weren’t absolutely terrible. She wasn’t always a huge fan of Steven King’s novels, but they were…interesting to say the least. He must have a pretty screwed up mind with all of the things he wrote. His books were just plain odd sometimes. She was more for the romance or mystery novels. She really liked mystery novels because it was always fun trying to figure out the killer from the beginning of the book, or whatever the crime. She liked romance because, well, it was cute. And a lot of the romantic books always had humor in them, too. She had read just about every book by Nora Roberts and her personal favorite, Susan Elizabeth Phillips. She always had quirky stories that made her laugh.

Keely shifted again in her seat, and looked up to see her friend Anthony saying hi to her. She looked around like she wasn’t believing that he was talking to her, and then looked back at him. “H-hi.” She said in a voice just above a whisper. She shook her head at herself and blinked. “Hi Anthony.” She said a little bit higher so he would actually be able to hear her. Usually she was like that though, shy and barely able to talk around people. She stuttered a lot because she was afraid of what to say. When she was around confident people though, it was almost like she got a little bit more like them and a tiny bit more confident. But after it had worn off, she was exactly the same— timid and withdrawn.

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Anthony closed his books and and let them settle on the table. He slowly pushed them aside with the back of his hand so that he could lean forward closer to Keely without them obstructing his way. "The strangest thing happened to me the other day. Well, no stranger than usual, but it was definitely memorable this time." His voice was just above a whisper, and there was an unusual mischievous gleam in his dark eyes. "I went to the store to pick up something with Kevin(his younger brother). We were in a hurry so I waited for him out front in the car. And instead of Kevin coming back, this red haired girl just jumped into my car, apparently by mistake." He drummed his fingers on the table, his eyes smiling. Keely probably hadn't seen him this excited in a while, his face seemed to light up when he talked about the experience.

"Then again, recently, within a few weeks of that happening.. I was burning some time at the amusement park and we bumped into each other again. I don't know what's going to happen with that, but it's weird." He paused and looked down at the table, his eyes skimming over the small hairline cracks and scuff marks from being used on a daily basis by students and members of the library. He shrugged, his head tilting to the side a few degrees. He knew something about London was different, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Has anything odd like that ever happened to you?" he inquired, watching her with more composed calmness now. Anthony wasn't known to be very outgoing, but he was comfortable with Keely, he knew her. She was trustworthy.

[keely]

Keely smiled shyly to her friend Anthony when he shut his book and came closer to her. She looked around to see if anyone was watching, but alas, everyone was too into their books to see them talking. She hoped they didn’t disrupt anyone. She would hate that. She looked at Anthony with weary eyes as he began to speak. His voice was soft and soothing. She instantly began to feed off of his strong personality. She liked being around him for multiple reasons, but he was so amazingly confident that she felt it inside of her some, too. He proceeded to tell her a story about how he had run into a red haired girl twice in a matter of weeks. Nothing really that coincidental had happened to her so she shook her head when he asked her if it ever had. “N-no, not at all.” She said in a small voice.

She looked back at her book, but had lost interest in it after talking to Anthony. “I-I don’t…I don’t really run into people very much…” she said truthfully. In all reality, she hardly ever met people more than a few times before they became annoyed with her in some way. Usually it was that she didn’t speak up, or that she had a stutter, which she was very self-conscious about. No one ever gave her a chance. But Anthony was different. He didn’t seem to mind her quiet voice or stutter enough to never speak to her like most people. He was such a nice guy and she didn’t really understand how it was that he didn’t have a girlfriend. He was handsome, too which made her even more astonished at his sense of kindness. She had to admit, humans still surprised her sometimes.

FISHIE. I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry it took this long to post for you :/

[adlohse]

"Well," he said quietly, leaning closer to her with a sincere, reassuring smile, "They say.. that the more beautiful a woman is, the harder it is to approach her," he added, chuckling softly. He found Keely attractive, though just not in the dating kind of way. However, he was confident that some guy would realize how valuable she was sooner or later, if they had any sense. Like him, he was currently single, and not too concerned with dating. He was open enough that if something sparked with someone he wouldn't resist. He wasn't the type to go and blatantly search for that special person. In his book, that sort of thing had to happen naturally.

Leaning back in his chair, he looked up at the ceiling, intertwining his fingers behind his head as he spread his arms out in a relaxed position with elbows pointed outwards. "So.. this girl, we went swimming the next day with Kevin. Kevin says she is "adorable". He really likes her, which is a good sign. You think I should a--" A passerby tripped on their own feet and accidentally bumped into him, her books sprawling out all over the floor. "Ow.." he mumbled under his breath, rubbing his head with his knuckles as he scooted his seat back to get up. The young woman looked totally embarrassed and knelt down on the ground in a panic to pick up her books. Immediately he helped her collect her things, and she was on her way. With a silent sigh, he returned to his seat, his head dangling back with his eyes closed, his arms hanging limply by his sides like heavy weights.





(No.. I'm sorry Allycat. x.x;)

[keely]

Keely’s brows shot together when Anthony leaned in towards her. She pursed her lips and thought about what to say to that. “Well, I mean… I-I guess that could be…um, true…but I wouldn’t know.” She spoke softly and bit her lip. She held the book close to her chest and leaned on her elbows. She had never thought about even approaching someone before. She was too nervous and timid to ever do something like that. For her, it was hard even talking to people in general without stuttering or second guessing what she said. Most people got aggravated by her speech, but somehow Anthony didn’t mind. Really, Anthony was one of the only people she really knew and talked to occasionally. She was mostly all alone, which she didn’t mind at all. She thought books were good enough for her.

Anthony spoke again about the girl he had met. She looked at him as he spoke to the ceiling, and saw the girl pass him and run into him, dropping her books. “Oh!” she said and put her hand over her mouth. As he got up and helped the girl, Keely just sat back and watched with her hand hiding her mouth. When he sat back down across from her, she finally dropped her hand. “A-Are you alright?” she asked barely above a whisper. She cleared her throat and placed the book on the table softly.