Post by pyro on Jul 31, 2008 4:53:24 GMT -5
"WOW!"
this was the most perfect library in the world.
(and thats saying somehting coming from the girl whose bookshelf broke due to excess weight).
Molly couldnt help but gape in amazement as she walked slowing into the wondorous room decorated in dark, autumnal, comfort colours.
it was two levels; both floors with books lining the walls, floor to ceiling.
The second story was the singular row of shelves just lining the walls, with about 2 meters of floor space before a mahogany baulestrade. The staircase to reach the upper level must have been behind the open doorway to her left but she barely had time to notice as she suddenly found herself flat on her face.
"OUCH. THAT BLOODY HURT"
Molls looked down to find she had tripped over a brown leather footstool some idiot had left in the middle of the floor. cursing said idiot, she picked up the stool easily, although it weighed about 20kg, and put it back in the casual arangement of comfy couches and chairs in the centre of the room under the huge glass ceiling. She looked up to find the stars winking back at her and felt instantly at home in this new sanctuary.
She walked to a nearby shelf, grabbed a nice looking book and settled down in red armchair she had claimed in her mind as soon as it registered;
*oooh RED = pretty* look, Molly's thoughs aren't always as sophisticated as her vocab okay? leave it alone.
The smell of books and leather filled her lungs and soon she began to nod off, (who can blame her when a perfectly nice looking book turns out to be about the magical history of swamps?)
as Molly's eyes closed and her book came to rest against her chest, its' only movement an indicator of her breathing, a figure stepped out of the shadow of the doorway, from which he had been observing her moments before...
this was the most perfect library in the world.
(and thats saying somehting coming from the girl whose bookshelf broke due to excess weight).
Molly couldnt help but gape in amazement as she walked slowing into the wondorous room decorated in dark, autumnal, comfort colours.
it was two levels; both floors with books lining the walls, floor to ceiling.
The second story was the singular row of shelves just lining the walls, with about 2 meters of floor space before a mahogany baulestrade. The staircase to reach the upper level must have been behind the open doorway to her left but she barely had time to notice as she suddenly found herself flat on her face.
"OUCH. THAT BLOODY HURT"
Molls looked down to find she had tripped over a brown leather footstool some idiot had left in the middle of the floor. cursing said idiot, she picked up the stool easily, although it weighed about 20kg, and put it back in the casual arangement of comfy couches and chairs in the centre of the room under the huge glass ceiling. She looked up to find the stars winking back at her and felt instantly at home in this new sanctuary.
She walked to a nearby shelf, grabbed a nice looking book and settled down in red armchair she had claimed in her mind as soon as it registered;
*oooh RED = pretty* look, Molly's thoughs aren't always as sophisticated as her vocab okay? leave it alone.
The smell of books and leather filled her lungs and soon she began to nod off, (who can blame her when a perfectly nice looking book turns out to be about the magical history of swamps?)
as Molly's eyes closed and her book came to rest against her chest, its' only movement an indicator of her breathing, a figure stepped out of the shadow of the doorway, from which he had been observing her moments before...