Move 'em out, round 'em up! (Sienna)
Jan 29, 2015 17:21:43 GMT -5
Post by Felix Arnaud on Jan 29, 2015 17:21:43 GMT -5
Felix let out what was, he knew, a fairly gratuitous yawn. His working day hadn't really been that long, but he had lost track of time the night before, sitting in front of the heater in his modest living room and getting some whittling done, and had thereby shorted himself on sleep. It wouldn't have been a problem if he hadn't then fallen asleep in front of the heater and woken up late the following morning, forcing him to rush his morning routine and book it to the school. No time to pick out new clothing; he had jumped back into his jeans and thrown on a blue cotton button-down that turned out to be two or three sizes too big, along with his black wool coat, and took off on his bike through the snow, barely missing a telephone pole and a couple of slowly-moving cars on the way. Thank goodness he lived close to the school; he didn't want to have to think about what kind of trouble he'd have been in had he been forced to drive in such a rush in this weather.
As it happened, the day had been fairly uneventful; the post-break rush of students hurrying to catch up on schoolwork had died down almost a week ago, and library work was back to its usual sedate pace, leaving him plenty of time to read even after he had gotten everything organized and helped the students who needed assistance with their research. They were getting to the time of year where research papers became a concern, and the more organized Hammellonians (he always had to fight the temptation to call them Hams--or Hamsters! Ooo, that was way better) were already choosing their topics.
Anyway, his shift was drawing to a close now, and the only bit of work Felix had left was to take the cart around the classrooms, now empty of students, and pick up whatever library books the Hamsters would have inevitably left behind. Today his cart only held two books, which didn't surprise him; there weren't that many in circulation right now. In any case, it was a reason to stretch his legs, which the metahuman appreciated, though he did wonder why he of all people was chosen to push a cart around the school given his particular sensory challenges. At least he had managed not to bump into anything today (with the cart, at least), and he was coming to the last classroom on his list.
The brunette pushed open the door to the English classroom, looking around with his local senses and holding his eyes closed. It was less disorienting that way, and the only thing that usually stopped him from doing it was the need to see things coming from a distance. But he didn't think that there was any danger of a car hitting him here, and looking for things around him really was easier with his non-physical senses. Pulling the cart in behind him, Felix began to walk towards the opposite side of the classroom, looking around for tomes that might have been left under desks or on shelves, eyes closed the whole time.
As it happened, the day had been fairly uneventful; the post-break rush of students hurrying to catch up on schoolwork had died down almost a week ago, and library work was back to its usual sedate pace, leaving him plenty of time to read even after he had gotten everything organized and helped the students who needed assistance with their research. They were getting to the time of year where research papers became a concern, and the more organized Hammellonians (he always had to fight the temptation to call them Hams--or Hamsters! Ooo, that was way better) were already choosing their topics.
Anyway, his shift was drawing to a close now, and the only bit of work Felix had left was to take the cart around the classrooms, now empty of students, and pick up whatever library books the Hamsters would have inevitably left behind. Today his cart only held two books, which didn't surprise him; there weren't that many in circulation right now. In any case, it was a reason to stretch his legs, which the metahuman appreciated, though he did wonder why he of all people was chosen to push a cart around the school given his particular sensory challenges. At least he had managed not to bump into anything today (with the cart, at least), and he was coming to the last classroom on his list.
The brunette pushed open the door to the English classroom, looking around with his local senses and holding his eyes closed. It was less disorienting that way, and the only thing that usually stopped him from doing it was the need to see things coming from a distance. But he didn't think that there was any danger of a car hitting him here, and looking for things around him really was easier with his non-physical senses. Pulling the cart in behind him, Felix began to walk towards the opposite side of the classroom, looking around for tomes that might have been left under desks or on shelves, eyes closed the whole time.
