forum Hsif Kcits (<read this backwards) (4/4)

Started November 22, 2019 by @wibblywobbly

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The air was crisp and cold, dangerously cold.
Nothing new, really. The dim sunlight, behind some clouds, still managed to bounce off of the thick layer of snow on the ground, blinding anyone who decided to peek out the library's windows. Being a library, it was naturally very quiet, but not silent. Faint footsteps across the carpet, private whispers among friends and families, the quiet clicking of keys on one of the old computers, the occasional beep as a book was checked out- yet it was all temporarily overwhelmed as a huge clatter came from one of the bookshelves. One or two people managed to ignore it, but the majority looked up to see whoever had caused the noise. A young man, likely in his early twenties, stared back, seeming to have startled even himself. Then he dipped his head towards everyone, apologized quietly, and crouched down to pick up a stack of books he had knocked over. Eyes like cherries, he quickly scanned over the covers of each book to make sure he hadn't damaged them before putting them back. Then, he grabbed one with a light green cover, crossed the room to an empty seat, and sat down. Everyone returned to what they were doing like he hadn't made a single noise in the first place. The young lady checking out books at the front desk clacked her sharp beak twice, disapprovingly, before returning to her work.

Illy walked into the library, her eyes an icy blue. She looked around taking in all the occupants of the library, searching for her next victim. She wore a simple, yet pretty white laced top (ref) that flowed down to her knees. She wandered over to the bookshelves, and pretended to search them for a book, before selecting one at random. Illy sat down in a nearby beanbag, making herself comfortable and pretended to read the book, while examining the occupants of the library in her sight of vision.

Min-Hyuk had been at the library for only about 30 minutes before more people came into the library.
In the corner, an apartment of sofas sat in a circle, Min-Hyuk in the farthest one, an art tablet and a pen in his hand, the screen deflecting off of his grey white eyes, making the seem as a shattered mirror. How they always seemed when he looked into any source of light.
He adjusted the black sleeves to his sweater as chills ran up his spine. Though he loved the cold.
The pen stroked left, up, curving around the screen as he drew the landscape, the cliche waterfall surrounded by deer and a forest.
He looked up at a girl in a white dress, pulling a book off of the shelf. His eyes soon flickered back to the screen, and he resumed drawing.