SUE: Silence in the Library {Apple~}

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

He was cursed.

He had to be. After all who the hell moves to a new place and less than a week later the power goes out? Sure, Demetrius could probably just chalk it up to "coincidence" that all this stuff could happen. But when he takes into account the disaster that occurred when he tried to befriend his roommate, he decided he was definitely cursed.

However, that had yet to stop the winged boy from navigating the dark hallways with the ease of rat exposed to daylight. So he did is with only a few stumbles and the occasional bumping into a wall. This was all in the attempt to reach the ever elusive library. Demetrius was aware he probably would have found it well before now if he had bothered to ask someone, but that would involve either talking to people he didn't know- or asking Greg. Which was completely out of the question. Demetrius didn't need him getting more a smug head than he already had. This didn't exactly help him in regards to the fact he has nothing to read anymore.

So he continued his quiet and meticulous exploration of Hammel until he came across the entryway to the deadly quiet and far too dark library. It wasn't really common sense to go to a library to read when there was no power, however Demetrius was getting a little desperate. He'd only brought one book and he'd already read through that at least ten times. The boy would swear to the fact he start quoting it word for word at this point. Anyway. Demetrius huffed slightly as he walked inside, very quietly letting his wings expand behind him. This way he thought he might look like some cool dark angel sent on a mission of vengeance. Though his wings actually resembled those belonging to cape vultures he was going to pretend that he could look like an angel. After walking a few feet he paused, biting his lip in hesitation as his hand clenched around the handle of his worn leather bag.

"Anyone here?" His voice lacked any real bite to it since he doubted he'd have company. Plus he still wanted to try for that whole "being nice" thing he had attemped back with Greg.

[Terrence Mathews]

Stupid electricity. Terrence wasn't one to be childish... but it wasn't fair! He wanted to read, and all the lights were out! There were other methods of reading, you know, such as off of a phone or laptop or some such devices, but it was still annoying.

And it was difficult to hold a torch and turn pages at the same time. He was going to die if the electricity wasn't fixed soon.

He hadn't had much company in the library, as a result. As soon as it had happened, most of the students had scattered, in panic, or confusion, or whatever else. He had been helping someone at the time... where they were now was a mystery to him. So, he did kind of jump and almost fall out of his chair at the sound of another voice, cutting through the silence that had settled like dust now. And by that, I mean he literally jolted and fell to the floor, making a dull thud resound around the otherwise empty space of his office. He exclaimed as he fell, "Whoa-!" ...and picked himself off the floor afterwards. He groaned and rubbed his arm, which had managed to hit his chair on the way down. He peeked out into the library space, his eyes not properly adjusted to the darkness, thanks to his torch light.

"Hello?" He said to the darkness, not sure of who might be there. He turned sharply in his doorway and summoned his torch, scanning the beam at the floor so as to not catch whoever could possibly be here in the eye, because he knew how annoying that was. He saw feet and a glimpse of feathers and blinked, "Sorry, not many people have been around recently... can I help?"

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Cursed or not, Demetrius wasn't the sort of lad who let something as idiotic as a power outage stop him from reading a book... Or five. Anything to keep him from having to read the same book over and over. At this point Demetrius would even be willing to read a book about female sexuality if it meant he could end the boredom in his head.

He was still peering into the darkness when he heard a dull thud coming from another area of the library. His wings flapped quickly due to him being startled, revealing the inner feelings of the normally rude and unflappable male. Green eyes peered suspiciously as he heard a voice echo along with the thud. Was someone playing a prank on him? Were they trying to sneak up and scare him? If so they were doing a real shitty job of it so far. Someone should teach them that to sneak up on someone you had learn how to keep your mouth shut. Meaning. No making noise. And for godsake you didn't get startled over something as stupid as someone calling out in a dark room. There was a mental pause before the boy snickered -not out loud mind you- at his own innuendo.

"I already covered the hello part. I'm pretty damn sure the fact you have company has been established." His voice rang out quickly in response to the weak sounding voice. Obviously this had to be a little kid or something, which made Demetrius drop just a little bit of his usual hateful barrier. Once again his wings flapped behind him as green eyes flashed in the dark, staring at the beam of light illuminating his feet. While he was grateful he wasn't being blinded by the flash light, he wasn't really one who could say that out loud. Still... He couldn't exactly bite the head off of a little kid. They might cry and he'd get blamed for sure. Demetrius' wings slowly folded against his back as he stepped into the light beam. "Obviously I haven't been here before 'else I wouldn't be calling to see if anyone was here. Are y'all open for business or did you decide to shut down the library just because there isn't power?"

[Terrence Mathews]

Terrence, when thrown a snarky comment, usually got intimidated (yes, even if it was a student), and occasionally, rarely did he actually return the comment. However, this was clearly not a normal day and Terrence wasn't a normal person. He heard the rather... frank response to his call into the darkness and frowned, "There's no need to be so crude about it. Just because you might be in a mood of sorts doesn't mean you should rub it off onto other people." He said. Maybe it was the darkness, the anonymity between the two that made it easier to respond in such a way, but he was glad he did. He smiled silently to himself, actually praising himself internally inside of knocking himself down.

He rolled his eyes quietly as more of the light caught onto the boy's body, "Why would I be here if the library was closed? I am the librarian, after all." Whether or not the certification of that fact would mean anything to the boy was a mystery to Terrence. He was still reveling in the fact that he was able to talk to someone, and an unpleasant person, at that, without stumbling and breaking down into silent stutters and struggles. "So, as I said, can I help, or do you just want to be left alone?" He didn't mind either, but he would only prefer the former if the boy lost his attitude.

Meanwhile, there were more footsteps approaching the darkened space of the library, though they did not enter yet. And they weren't steady - the older student was stumbling cautiously about, trying to avoid walking into anything or falling over like he had already manages to do at least twice today already.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Dem wasn't in a mood. He was never in a mood. It just so happened that he had no trust for people and it came out as him just trying to bite off anyone's head that came near him. So, the wing boy merely scoffed at the male, finding no need nor a reason why he should respond to the weak words being slung at him.

"Yes. Because I know who the hell the librarian is. For all I knew you were some creep who snuck in while the power was out and security was down." Demetrius tone was back to it's usual bite, trying to cover his shame of not knowing something as "important" as that. Granted there was no logical reason the winged boy should know he was dealing with the librarian, but Dem was going to ignore that particular detail. It wouldn't really help his case of why he should be feeling shamed. In any case, Demetrius took a deep breath to gather up enough niceness he could speak without snapping at the other. "I need books." His tone was far from nice, but the scathing tone was suppressed somewhat. "Some for reading.... And then I need books about birds. Anatomical books and bird studies, specifically." He added this as a sort of after thought, realizing "books" was too broad a term.

((Short. Sorry.))