Books & Lines (Open)

[onion]

He was in a bookstore in the mall. Probably the best place he could be for now. Onion liked reading alright, so he decided to browse for a bit before deciding on a book to pick up and read, and if he thought it good enough, buy.
He could pass hours reading. In fact, it was highly unlikely that unless a book was boring or stupid, he'd spend less time than an hour reading it.

Walking to a shelf and pickup up a book in the fantasy genre, he began to read. Engulfed in the book and its world, it was unlikely he'd notice much of anything at this point. Luckily it wasn't very late.

He hoped no one would come by, so he could continue reading. Of course, it was highly unlikely, and before he knew it, people would come in.

Sadly.

Onion really didn't want to put the book away, but he had checked the time. Perhaps he should buy it...
Walking toward the newly formed large line of people in front of the checkout, he tripped, falling face flat on the floor.

"Who did that?" He was angered, staring up with the slightest but of rage at someone who had probably tripped him. "What was that for, huh?"

[Zexion Layton]

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[atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.5][style=height: 400px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]Today, he was thinking that a little research would be a good relaxation idea. Sure, most people would think studying and researching was boring. But Zexion found it entertaining to learn something new everyday. That was mainly why he went to school right? To learn? Coming to the mall was probably not his best bet to find a good studying book, but he wanted to buy something entirely new to read for awhile. Something that he wasn't used to. He had a little cash left over from his lunch period. He was used to paying little for the food he bought. He didn't like to eat much anyway and it normally isn't junk food. He slipped into the science section and over to where there were a whole row of phycology books. Some on memories. Some on the mind. Some on dreams. Then something caught his eye. It was a little, but thick, black book titled, Heightened Moods. It was written more recently by a man that went by the pen name of James Tyler. Zexion made a face and shook his head tentatively, but turned the book around and read the back. When he finished, finally satisfied, he drifted his gaze over the scene once more to see if anything else would catch his eye. Nothing did. So he decided that he shopping time was over. He planned on a nice rest of the day. Going home, putting on some tea, and opening the book while sitting on his room couch. A nice relaxing day. However, things started to get a little inconvenient. As he was walking over to the check out line he accidentally bumped into a low reading table that they had in the store. He almost fell, but he grabbed hold of a chair and attempted to keep himself up. Someone else tripped over his foot though bringing them both to the ground. As he fell his book slipped from his fingers and drifted under the table he was beside. For a moment he laid on the ground, trying to conserve energy so that the shock of it all didn't hurt that much. Then he sat up and turned to who he had tripped, letting a soft growl slip from his mouth, but it wasn't necessarily directed at the boy that he found next to him. "Who did that! What was that for?" It took a moment for him to respond, but when he did it was merely to stand up, dust himself off, and offer a hand to the boy that he had tripped. "Sorry, It was an accident." [/style]

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