I May Just Be...(open)

[theviper]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #ffffff; color: ffffff; padding: 10px;]Nathan was studying in the library again. He spent most of his spare time there. He had been told he was a nerd so many times it didn't matter to him anymore. He was a nerd in a way. He just seemed to prefer studying to people because of his past experiences. Though he had let his family back into his life properly since the year before, Nathan had remained a very introverted person having not broken out of his shy awkward shell. Nathan reflected on how his life had been since the last years and realised he was one seriously messed up nerd. Well his whole family was messed up. Both Randy and himself had spent time in rehab, Randy started working at ST Mungos, had a heartattack at 18 and had taken in a little girl called Angel. Riley had become a wild child and he was still suffering the depression that had placed him in rehab. The twins were the only one that were normal. It didn't help that their parents had ditched them and left Randy in charge to move back to the United States. Nathan wondered what it would be like to have a normal family. He then remembered they had been a normal family until Randy had his first IED attack and broke his arm. He had been angry at Randy for that for years until he realised Randy didn't mean to do that and he had absolutely no power over his condition. Nathan scribbled more notes in his note book.

[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #ffffff; color: ffffff; padding: 10px;]Tagged: open Wordcount: 257 Notes: I made this. Vinnie is my alias on the two sites mentioned in the credits. Credits: The Template was Made by Vinnie of OTE andCaution + Jawn's Tutorial.

[yemon]

Salvation is only a prayer away...

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Yemon stood and stared at the entrance to the library, his eyes furrowing and lip curling at the idea that there were other people inside. Idly, and unknown to him consciously, his fingers traced over the cover of his bible. The soft suede of the cover relaxed him enough for his feet to walk inside. He would prefer to be here alone then to bother with any of those silly things those people indulged in. He did seem to notice, however, that those in his house seemed to be the ones he ran into here; though most had learned he'd rather not deal with them at all. He had no friends-and he liked it that way. People brought drama, drama brought problems, problems caused sin. He was perfectly happy with the way his life was now; perfectly okay accepting his own sins. There were many, but if he could help it no one would ever find out.

Placing his things at an empty table, he turned and began to search for a book. Anything old and abused would due; he liked them most. Seems thing people had forgotten or just didn't care about anymore seemed to be inside of them. That knowledge was priceless to him. Even in the wizarding world it was proven that history repeated itself-the old would be the new again. At least he was smart enough to figure that out.

His fingertips stopped on the bind of a book, once red, now brown with its age. It was sticky and looked as if it had been severely abused in its day. It was perfect. He slowly lowered it from the shelf and shuffled back to his table. His brilliant blue eyes glanced down the cover. It was hard to read the context, but apparently it was something about the eating habits of...something. Oh well, it could still be interesting.

Swip...swip...

The smell of mold that erupted from the pages as he flipped through the book made a tiny cough slip from between his pursed lips. Some of the things mentioned in the book were absolutely ridiculous. He could see why it had been abandoned; perhaps they didn't realize such a silly old book was still kept here. His fingers had turned black from the sticky substance that covered every page, but he cared not. Even a book like this was better then a person.

"Chizpurfle prefer the taste of a good charm over the taste of a curse. These things also effect their behavior to the caster. Crock of bull. Pests will eat anything that might possibly sparkle."

He muttered under his breathe, without his usual speech preferences. He didn't need them when he wasn't speaking to another person-or even if no one could hear him. His body began to sag downward as he read on. Things just weren't the same in these magical books. He had long stopped trying to compare them with his usual favorite read; but part of him still hoped that one day he'd find a book that caught him so fully as did his bible.

"Hippocampus egg flavors vary by what the parent eats during the days before eggs are lain. Sweeter grasses create a sweeter egg, while vegetation that is sour or rotted can produce a...oh gross..."

He slammed the book shut, perhaps a little too loudly. He couldn't stomach that. Yemon, as a love for his beloved Mary, did not eat eggs or any kind. The dove was rather sensitive to such things. He half wondered if she'd ever laid eggs of her own and had children, but he never thought to discuss it with the bird. He knew eggs were used in various chocolates and desserts; dishes from which they were used to bind things, but he tried not to think about that. As long as the dove was unaware of his eating them in another form he would continue to let himself indulge sometimes. Even still, the thought of someone forcing a poor creature to eat rotten food to see if their eggs when cooked tasted rotten didn't sit well with Yemon. Cruel was the world. Pushing the chair out slowly he slid the book off the tabletop and strut to the place where he'd found it.

The book refused to return to its slot. He pushed hard and it wouldn't slide back into its space. Yemon felt the heat rising to his cheeks. He removed the book, standing on his tip toe to look into the slot. Nothing. With an aggravated grunt he shoved the book one last time. He was successful, however three more books fell to the floor with a loud clatter. placing his clean fingers on her bridge of his nose Yemon parted his lips with a giant sigh.

"Kami guranto watashi no tsuyo-sa!"

All you need do, is fall to your
knees.

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