Hunting for Nephew

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau hit his head against the shelf a few times, mumbling curses under his breath. He should be better at this. It wasn't like libraries were completely unknown to him; he'd been to them before. Sure, those trips were generally under the auspices of some English class that desperately wanted him to actually read something, and Beau generally responded by at least getting something. Still, he would much rather be outside than surrounded by these books. Their pages nearly felt overwhelming, and Beau couldn't help but feel that every time he crossed an aisle, he was going to destroy something.

That was part of the problem. He brought his phone up, looking at the picture of the book. Nephew by Melissa Ferrell; it was some kind of mystery thriller, and Beau thought he was in the right section. Again: the problem was that he couldn't really go up and try using the computers. He didn't trust himself at the keys when some poor newly arrived student with faulty electric powers could just stroll right by Beau. He'd blown up enough computers, thank you very much.

As for the librarian, well, Beau had been stubbornly refusing to find one for help. Which was why he was standing in the Fiction section looking at his phone and hitting his head against the shelf.

"Somethin''s telin' me that this ain't workin'," he muttered, turning to look up at the shelf. It loomed above him, feeling mighty ominous. "Maybe I should just start readin' every dang title. Gotta find it eventually, right?" he chuckled and held up his phone again, squinting at the picture. At least it was decent, he had that much going for him.

[Terrence Mathews]

In Terrence's opinion, there was nothing better than being surrounded by a treasure trove of books filled with facts and fiction to be discovered! It was practically awe inspiring.

He was walking through the numerous shelves and rearranging books, straightening a few and moving about those in their wrong places so that everything could be immaculate. He accepted the fact that there would be those students who would go back round, moving books to spite him (or because they didn't understand how a library worked).

He turned around the corner of a bookshelf to go down another, where he found a seemingly puzzled student (he'd guessed he was frustrated because the boy was hitting his head against the wood of the shelves, making Terrence flinch a little with every knock. He couldn't hear exactly what the boy had been mumbling, but he heard the word's 'find it', and that was enough to make him think he should help.

"Are... are y-you alright?" He asked politely, to catch the boy's attention. "Trying t-to find a book?"

[Beau LaRoux]

As was to be expected, the picture wasn't giving Beau any additional help. He pretty well already knew what the book looked like, as he'd been staring at that little picture off and on. However, just as he was about to go to Plan D (being "read all the covers and hope you get lucky") he heard a voice. Beau nearly jumped, turning to look at someone. He vaguely recalled the guy as being a librarian or something, though a little young for something like that. Beau hedged for a moment, but figured that, well, it was kinda obvious.

"Yeah, I'm tryin' to find a certain book," he admitted. He pulled the phone up and held it up, taking a few cautious steps toward the librarian. He wasn't entirely certain how close he should be getting to the guy. He could sort of feel the power curling there, but he also figured that anyone who was allowed to work here probably had excellent control over their powers. Plus, what were the chances that the librarian chucked fireballs or turned into living lightning?

Pretty darn high, but Beau's about to get lucky.

"It's called Nephew by Melissa Ferrell. Some kinda mystery thing," offered Beau, frowning. He probably didn't want to tell the guy precisely why he wanted the book. Librarians promoted reading regardless of the reason, right?

{just a FYI: the book's made up; Nu and I just sorta invented it for a past thread <.< }

[Terrence Mathews]

Terrence felt bad about making the student jump, it made him jump as well. He calmed himself down, and watched as the boy held his phone up to his eyeline, so Terrence could see the picture. This reminded him exactly of what had happened to him a short while back, but hopefully this encounter wouldn't end him up with a nosebleed.

He nodded at the picture, "Alright." He said simply. He didn't recognize the book straight away, although he held some kind of memory to the cover... it was just more reading matter he'd have to look at.

'Nephew' by Melissa Ferrell? And it sounded like it was a fictional horror book, from what the boy had said... they were at least 3 shelves away from any of the books like that. "Follow me." He said, as he began to retrace his steps and walk down a few of the shelves, looking around vaguely as he did, and keeping the image of the book's cover in mind; hopefully, that would be all that he needed.

Terrence turned down into a row of shelves where the book would most likely be. As he did, he continued to move his vision around, like a robot scanning a room. He didn't want to be nosey, but he felt like asking, "Any particular reason why you want this exact book?" He rarely delved into the work of the other staff at Hammel, it could simply be a book assigned for an English project, for all he knew.

And even though he didn't want to be nosey, he was always curious. Some people had very interesting reasons as to why they wanted books. Well, interesting to Terrence at least.

[Beau LaRoux]

Particular reason? "Uh, friend recommended it," offered Beau, grinning a little sheepishly, "sounded like a right interestin' read, so I figured I should go out an' find a copy right away."

Because he wanted to get at least a little of it read by the weekend. Beau turned that slightly abashed smile on the librarian, hoping again that the whole "desire to get kids reading" thing would trump anything else. The poor Southern boy hemmed and hawed about coming clean about his real reasons for a bit. After all, the librarian was an adult authority figure.

"So, uh, am I even in the right section?" he asked, turning to look. "I ain't great shakes at this whole library thing. Books just ain't my thing," he offered a slightly embarrassed laugh, turning to look at the librarian. "Guess I probably shouldn'ta said that to the librarian, huh? Really though, if ya could jus' point me in the right direction, that would be great."

[Terrence Mathews]

Ah, recommendation were always desired. He nodded knowingly as the student said this, at least half of the books he had read in his lifetime, he had been told about and told to go read. Most of them were great, but there were the occassional few times when he didn't enjoy the book, but that was down to personal tastes.

"Well, you are now." He smiled and continued to 'scan' the shelves. When the boy announced his opinion on books, Terrence tried not to take it to heart. Each to their own. It wasn't like it was his job or anything. He felt an almost magnetic pull as his eyesight passed over a certain area of bookshelf. He grinned a little wider; he had found it. He concentrated and opened his hand, keeping it flat for when he felt the weight of the book as he summoned it. It appeared in his grasp and he held it out to the student. "This is the right book, yes?"

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau looked skeptically at the guy as he concentrated. He tried to follow the other guy's direction, trying to figure out what the heck he was doing staring into space like that. Was this some kind of library trance state? Librarians didn't utilize some kinda strange monk chanting trance thing, did they? Beau couldn't recall hearing about that before now, but then again, he wasn't exactly up to date on his library sciences.

That's when the haunted book wiggled. Then fell, then seemed to sort of float toward the librarian. Telekinesis, it had to be telekinesis in some form or fashion. Beau supposed it made sense for a librarian to have some variation of that ability, though it did seem like almost too good of a fit. He leaned forward a little as the librarian held up the cover.

"Yep, got it in one," he said, reaching out for it. "Don't suppose you can help me check it out too? Brought my card an' everythin'," said Beau, digging into the back pocket of his jeans. He had to ferret for a moment before bringing out a rather ragged looking card. The thing was held together by scotch tape, and it looked as though a corner had melted. Some strange fabric clung to a section of it just below the melt, and on top of that, there were several splotches of discoloration in it. Still, you could sort of see Beauregard LaRoux stamped onto it.