03-16-2009, 02:45 PM
[html]Alexey
Word Count: 358
Two white hands flipped deftly through the pages of the book, discarding it by putting it on top of the others. One big heap was at her left side, and another at her right. The right ones were the discarded ones, and the pile was growing. The white femme was growing impatient, after all, how hard could it be to find out what material is used for the strings in a piano? Sure, it was some sort of metal or something, but wasn't there anything alternatice? There had to be alternatives, yeah? The books she had taken from the library, with Lubomir's leave of course (not that he'd deny her them anyways) were not handled carelessly by the femme, but as time went by and no answer was found she grew increasingly irritated, and some of the smaller books who could withstand the treatment was flung in the direction of the pile, instead of carefully placed there. It was good for her that Lubomir did not see this, as he would most likely have become angry at her, after all he had gone through a lot to make sure the library and its contents were usable.
Another book was thrown into the pile as Mew swore under her breath, and got up to take a few steps around and relax a little. She wasn't angry so much these days, partly because of a certain grey male, although the challenge she had brought upon herself this time was not fun anymore. Her two legs started moving, and Mew wandered slowly around the area - it looked like it could have been some sort of outdoors recreation place, at least there were stone benches and tables around everywhere. Wooden ones would have been unusable by now, but luckily stone lasted longer than that. After a stroll of maybe the quarter of an hour, Mew halted, again facing the piles of books on the stone table in front of her. Sighing, with great effort, Mew lifted her tail and seated herself on the cold bench, and started sorting again. At least it didn't rain, that would have really ruined her day.
Sexy table made by Kristinababe! [/html]
Word Count: 358
Two white hands flipped deftly through the pages of the book, discarding it by putting it on top of the others. One big heap was at her left side, and another at her right. The right ones were the discarded ones, and the pile was growing. The white femme was growing impatient, after all, how hard could it be to find out what material is used for the strings in a piano? Sure, it was some sort of metal or something, but wasn't there anything alternatice? There had to be alternatives, yeah? The books she had taken from the library, with Lubomir's leave of course (not that he'd deny her them anyways) were not handled carelessly by the femme, but as time went by and no answer was found she grew increasingly irritated, and some of the smaller books who could withstand the treatment was flung in the direction of the pile, instead of carefully placed there. It was good for her that Lubomir did not see this, as he would most likely have become angry at her, after all he had gone through a lot to make sure the library and its contents were usable.
Another book was thrown into the pile as Mew swore under her breath, and got up to take a few steps around and relax a little. She wasn't angry so much these days, partly because of a certain grey male, although the challenge she had brought upon herself this time was not fun anymore. Her two legs started moving, and Mew wandered slowly around the area - it looked like it could have been some sort of outdoors recreation place, at least there were stone benches and tables around everywhere. Wooden ones would have been unusable by now, but luckily stone lasted longer than that. After a stroll of maybe the quarter of an hour, Mew halted, again facing the piles of books on the stone table in front of her. Sighing, with great effort, Mew lifted her tail and seated herself on the cold bench, and started sorting again. At least it didn't rain, that would have really ruined her day.