✱Owl Eyes ✱ AnthroOC University RP ✱ OPEN

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|Emon Cudel -=- 19 years -=- English Language and Literature -=- The Halls to Library -=- Locken|
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Emon gestured in front of him and began to walk with Locken. "Yeah, you missed it by pretty much a single left turn." He chuckled. "I'm here for literature. I dabble in a little bit of guitar playing, but it's more of a hobby than something I would come here to perfect." He stared at his shoes as he walked, hands in his pockets. He sighed, remembering one of his female friends that got him into guitar. He shook the feeling off as they neared the library, and once they approached the entrance, he stepped forwards and held the door open for Locken. "I'm just going in to get some inspiration before class." He noted. "I'm super new. I've never even been in this area before... It's a whole new experience for me." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Do you mind if I take a seat next to you? I'd love to chat some more." He flashed a half-grin at Locken.

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Locken nodded as Emon explained his reasonings for being in such a strange school, To be truthful Swordsmanship crossed his mind when asking Emon that question, now that he knew him mord; locken agreed Emon seemed like the kind of guy who would like literature and books, the guitar part was a slight suprise, but charming nonetheless. mentally noting the new location of the library for fiture reference before heading in and nodding a thinks to Emon.

So Emon was still very new, despite knowing the library location better then someone who had been here a year before. Locken's ears raised at the last question taking slightly off guard and pretensing like it didnt make his chest jumpy "a seat? uhh sure!" he said, smiling cluelessly. "let me go grab the books i need and i'll meet you at..." The Antelope glanced around the library, landing on a secure oak table by the Fictional area of the library "How about that table?" he asked, glancing back to Emon.

||That moment when you freak out over something enough for you and your character combined -sighs- why didnt i miss this more its so much fun! x3 ||

[Zeee]

|Emon Cudel -=- 19 years -=- English Language and Literature -=- Library -=- Locken|
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Emon stifled a giggle at the frantic movements of the antelope, nodding. "Sure, I'm gonna go get a few myself." As they parted ways, Emon slid to the bookshelves and eyed the spines of the books as he walked along. He traced his finger around the intended prints, finding peace in the smell of books. He grabbed a book he had remembered he read when he was in middle school; The Pigman by Paul Zindel."A classic," he said to himself, satisfied.

He tapped the hard-cover book gently whilst walking to the front desk at the library to check it out for the time being. He thanked the librarian, walked back over to the table, and begun to read as he waited for Locken to return. "Locken's a quirky fellow," Emon noted in his mind. "I wonder if he'll mind if I call him Locky." He chuckled lightly out loud without noticing it, and his eyes darted around awkwardly. Once he realized that no one had heard, he scolded himself for laughing at his own joke and he let his mind wander in the World of The Pigman.

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Aster
Doing: Unpacking her things from car
Interacting with: InSaniTy's Echo

Aster smiled at the small feline, pulling her gently into her arms to scratch behind the kitten's tiny ears. "Wow, she is really soft." Aster cooed, looking down at the small creature. "Are we allowed pets here?" she asked quizically, she had read over OWL's brochure and website countless times but no where did she remember it saying anything about pets. Many options popped into her head as what to get if they were allowed but one popped out at her, a bird.

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|| Nyala Antelope

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Locken scanned through the lables of the informative books, stopping with a finger on a thin layered book. he paused for a while, his eyes following the spine and sighing, it had been a book he had alredy read front to back. He continued onward, scanning through the bookshelves and layers of pages for a clay-based book he could use.

Locken soon sat down at the table with a short stack of 5 or so Pottery themed books. The antelope sighed softly "nit as may as i had hoped, but i guess that happens when youve read most of them here right?" he laughed awkwardly, taking the top novel and flipping it open, he scanned through the contents page; looking for anything that he didnt already know. Locke glanced up from his book his eyes resting on Emon's story "what is that?" he asked curiously, smiling slightly.

|| sorry my writing isnt as good atm ^-^; wb to an extent ||

[Echos]

Echo_ Female_ Winged Fox_Bisexual_ Tagged; Aster

My grin grew wider as Cloud purred loudly in Aster's arms. I shrugged. "I didn't see anything about not having animals. And nobody stopped me when I strolled in here with cloud in my hood." I told her, giggling a little. "And even if I'm not allowed, I can find a way to hide her. I can't give her back to the clinic or they will send her to the shelter, and I'm afraid she'll get killed." I said, flattening my ears at the though of my kitten being all alone in the animal shelter.

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Aster
Doing: Unpacking her things from car
Interacting with: InSaniTy's Echo

Aster let out a loud chuckle as she heard the other student's reply, " This is true! I have been looking into getting a pet, I am thinking a type of bird. Maybe something that will sit with me as I practice and may possibly chime in! Maybe a Macaw..." She laughed her mind racing a million miles a minute as she thought of all the possibilities. She shifted Cloud in her hands and began to hand the kitten back. "Oh gosh, how rude of me. I never actually introduced myself. I am Aster, I am new around here."

[Echos]

Echo_ Female_ Winged Fox_Bisexual_ Tagged; Aster

Cloud let out a little 'Mew' of protest when Aster held her back out to me. I laughed lightly and took her back and set her gently back into my hoodie. "Oh, yes. Macaws are very pretty" I agreed. I grabbed her hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Miss Aster." I smiled. "I'm Echo." I said cheerfully. "And I'm very new too!"

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|Emon Cudel -=- 19 years -=- English Language and Literature -=- Library -=- Locken|
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Emon closed the book, using his finger as a bookmark, and tilted the cover towards Locken. "It's a favorite of mine." He glanced over at the stack of pottery books. "Pottery? That's pretty sweet. I had to try it once when I was in middle school and let's just say it didn't end well." He laughed lowly. He reached up to itch his eye which reminded him that Locken hadn't said a single word about it. He shrugged to himself- he liked to forget about it for a while. "When did you get into pottery?"

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|| Nyala Antelope

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The brown and white antelope still had a half smile "a favorite you say?" Locken took in the book's title "i'll have to read it in the future"

"huh? yeah ive been with clay since probably about the same grade as anyone else; 7th, 8th grade maybe" Locken responded, waving one cleft hand like it was no big deal "im no good at it though, i still have plenty of practice necessary. which is why i'm here" he said, looking upwards to motion to the grand OWL University "My only problems are the expensive kiln, and not too many places hire pot workers anymore." he added with an overly exaggerated sigh, despite the smile in his eyes. "And you Emon?" he leaned on the table, another exaggerated movement as he tipped in and "put all his focus" on Emon, even his ears turned towards the canine "what was the fantastic story that got you into literature and the art of language?" Locken questioned.