down to a whisper [open]

[ELLIOT YUNHEE BURNS]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;] but I’m so very tired I've stopped trying to find any peace in my mind “ Outside was a calm and lovely day as the California sky was blue and clear and the sun high up in the sky. Despite that, Elliot was inside exploring the inside of Stella Fiore’s main building, memorizing each corridor and room. Although, what had appeared to be just a simple task was proven to be more difficult than she had first expected it to be as she kept getting lost on the way. It was already noon when she stumbled upon the entrance to the library. Elliot considered this as a good sign as she had been meaning to see what books this grand school had to offer. Taking in a deep breath, she grabbed ahold of the cool handle and slowly opened one of the doors with shut eyes. With baited breath, Elliot opened her eyes to a dizzying sight. Shelf after shelf after shelf, filled with books as far as the eyes could see. At least this was how it appeared to be to Elliot as she had a look of shock and amazement of the sight of so many books. Breathing again, she hesitantly entered the seemingly empty library while closing the door behind her as quietly as possible. Glancing around, wondering on where to start, the nervous student began to wander through the many aisles of book, gazing at each title on each shelf, even stopping to take one out to read over and borrow. What felt like hours of walking through the maze of books, Elliot stopped to realize two things. One she had an armful of books and second she was lost in the sea of books with no way out. Becoming frantic, she looked around with a sick feeling in her stomach and began to scurry through the rows of book for a way out. But it seemed that her bad luck from this morning was back as there was still no way out as she stumbled over her feet several times. The final stumble was the breaking point for Elliot as she landed flat on her face as the dozen books she carried scattered in front of her with an echoing thud. She was barely able to sit up with her arms quivering terribly with a burning sensation on her nose. Quickly, she touched her nose for signs of a nose bleed, but there was none, just a bad floor burn. Wincing as she lightly touched the bridge of her nose, water began to sting her eyes. Not wanting to be seen crying, Elliot quickly wiped her eyes, careful not to touch her nose. Seeing more clearly, she looked over toward the still scattered books and began to pick them up with trembling hands and then placing them into a stack before leaning back against one of the bookshelf. Her feet ached from wandering around all day, her arms were sore from carrying books, and her nerves were still rattled from the fall and her panic attack over being lost in this giant maze of books. Not trusting her balance at that moment, Elliot decided to rest and hope that someone would find her soon. As her rattled nerves became frayed and her eyelids heavy, the weary girl quickly drifted off into a light slumber. ” ― Elliot Burns TAGGED : OPEN WORD COUNT : 543 NOTES : I didn’t mean for it be this long x: CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[KIYOMIZU AOTSUKI]

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[atrb=style, font-family: VERDANA; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: #ccccff; padding: 10px]He shoudl definitely get some books to read. He couldn't sleep early nowadays which is a really bad thing, since he have to wake up early to prepare breakfast. Wouldn't want to burn the whole kitchen after all. He heard reading books help in sleeping, so he'll try that. Still, this library is pretty big. If that means more selection then he's okay with it. First he walked around, to see if anything catches his eye but apparently, it's all books and it seems like he's the only one here. Kinda creepy, but he's not the type to believe in ghosts... during the day. He climbed a few ladders to reach for those books that had caght his eyes, but some were kind of boring, so he placed it back. He's about to continue this cycle till he found something that piques his interest until he heard some noises like papers. At first he didn't think much about it. Someone probably knocked over some books. No biggie, as it happens to him all the time. He got down to get to the next ladder and continued his search. After a few minutes, as he was reaching for another ladder, he saw a hand sprawled on the ground. Immediately Aotsuki went for it. Obviously, a hand on the gruond meant something serious. He saw a girl on the gruond, surrounded with piles of books, unconscious. He shook her gently, with a panicked expression. "Hey, milady?!" He called out. He didn't know what to address other ladies other than his... lady, so he figured that since every lady here is a lady anyways, then he might as well address her as milady. Confusing, yes. Haha. "Are you okay?!" He called out again, never minding the fact that he's in a library. No one's here, so he can raise his voice all he wants. Not too loud of course.

[atrb=style, font-family: verdana; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: ccccff; padding: 10px][OOC] No, he's not cheating on his lady. *cough cough* [CREDITS] Jawn & Hiro of AA Legion Postie Development Research Group 2011 [MUSIC] Distant Worlds T^T

[ELLIOT YUNHEE BURNS]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;] but I’m so very tired I've stopped trying to find any peace in my mind “ How much time past? One minute or one hour, she wasn’t sure. The only thing she was sure about was that there was a voice calling out to someone and that she was being shaken very lightly. She assumed that it was her nerves still rattled, but that theory was put down when the voice called out again in a seemingly louder volume, which startled her awake. With her sleepy eyes opened, she spotted a blurry figure with dark hair. It was obvious that the figure was male and too close for comfort. And being the shy type that she was, Elliot quickly backed away from the mystery person. In doing so, she crashed into her pile of books, causing the small tower to scatter across the floor with an echoing thud once more. With a fluster look on her face, Elliot stared at the unknown male with clearer vision. Her mind was boggled with shock and confusion as she vaguely recalled him calling her milady, a title she hasn’t gotten used to hearing yet. “U-um… I’m fine, but thank you,” she mumbled softly with a weak smile with an avoiding gaze, but it was an obvious lie as her face was still a shade of burning red and her nose still had burn marks. Unsure of what else to say to the person, Elliot decided that she should clean up her mess again and began to scramble across the floor, picking up her books. But with the new wave of panic rushing over her, she accidently smacked herself in the nose with the book she was holding. Letting out a painful cry, the book dropped to the ground as she covered her nose in pain. Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes as her nose throbbed. Remembering that there was another person beside her, Elliot turned back to face him with her hands covering her nose still. “I-I’m fine, really…” How she wished she could hide under a rock somewhere far from here. ” ― Elliot Burns TAGGED : Amee WORD COUNT : 337 NOTES : Sorry for the wait CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[KIYOMIZU AOTSUKI]

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[atrb=style, font-family: VERDANA; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: #ccccff; padding: 10px]Aotsuki was glad that the lady was only sleeping. He wouldn't know what to do if the lady was seriously unconscious. The most obvious way to deal with it would be sending her to the infirmary, but... the air conditioner in the library made him feel stiff and lazy, so he'd like to avoid doing that as much possible. Just kidding. He's not that of a bad person. He sighed in relief, but what comes after was a shock to him. The lady darted away from him and got hit by a tower of books, probably she's the one that made it. She appeared to be... quite shy. Heh, she's his lady's polar opposite. "Fine? Your face is all red..." He stared at her, puzzled that her face, pale earlier could be so red. Obviously she's sick. The cause would be sleeping on the floor. His guess was backed up by her acts after. She's obviously sick to the point she did abnormal actions such as slamming her face to a book. What if her cold or fever gets worse? This isn't going to be a funny matter if she's sick to the point she needs to get hospitalized. She isn't his lady but this is something he cannot ignore. "Look, milady, I think you should head to the infirmary. ...You know, better safe than sorry right?" If she's sick to the point that she's going to die, she's going to be sorry for not treating her cold or her fever earlier. It could be an epidemic too! The lady said she's fine again, and this time, Aotsuki isn't going to listen. "C'mon, I'll help you with this and take you there, alright?" He smiled as he began stacking the books.

[atrb=style, font-family: verdana; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: ccccff; padding: 10px][OOC] Paranoid butler is paranoid. xD [CREDITS] Jawn & Hiro of AA Legion Postie Development Research Group 2011 [MUSIC] Salavec Raplanca - Akiko Shikata

[ELLIOT YUNHEE BURNS]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;] but I’m so very tired I've stopped trying to find any peace in my mind “ Elliot began to chew on her lower lip in a nervous habit when the mysterious person, who she soon realized was most likely a butler here, didn’t accept her obvious lie of being fine and went on about going to the infirmary. Still chewing on her lower lip, she stared at the supposed butler-in-training with confused eyes as if he was talking in a different accent that she couldn’t understand. She wasn’t sick; at least she didn’t feel sick. Just sore from walking and her nose still ached. Perhaps it was her burning red face that made her appear feverish, but that was just from her rattled nerves. As she tried to tell him that she was fine again, he didn’t seem to believe her and began to pick up her books. Biting her lower lip again Elliot watched him as he stacked her books again and wondered how she should convince him that there was nothing to worry about. There was only one thing that came to mind that would most likely convince him, but it was a rather unusual method to use on a stranger like him. Yet she was going with it. Taking in a shaky breath, she grabbed one of his hands with both of hers and place it against it her forehead to show that she didn’t have a fever. “S-see… I’m fine,” she whispered softly with a small smile as if she was reassuring a child about his favorite toy being okay. ” ― Elliot Burns TAGGED : Amee WORD COUNT : 248 NOTES : Pfft this isn’t cheating CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[KIYOMIZU AOTSUKI]

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[atrb=style, font-family: VERDANA; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: #ccccff; padding: 10px]It was no problem stacking books of course. The errands he had to do for his butler lessons were way worse. He could just leave this stack to the cart and just leave it like that after all. He'd do it himself if he has the time, but for now, no. He has to bring this lady to the infirmary. Again, who knows if she'll pass out along the way, or even try to go there at all. Just as he was about to lift the books up, the girl took his hand which quite surprised him. He thought when you're sick, you'd hate physical movements? Even touches hurt, right? His hand was then moved to her forehead, which she is right. It isn't really warm at all. "Eh? Oh, you're right..." He flipped his hand to allow the back of his hand to touch her forehead, which they said to be more accurate, and yes, it's true, she's not sick at all. "That's weird. Why is your face red, then?" He narrowed his brows, trying to figure out anything that would make her a sick person. But no, it's just her face red. Maybe blood's rushing to her head since she knocked her head and fell once or twice? Sounds legit... maybe. "Well... Fine. You're going to return these books right? Or...?" He looked at the stack of books. No way she's able to carry them all. Even though it's light, the size of the books together are big. It's just going to be like carry a huge balloon, light but big.

[atrb=style, font-family: verdana; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: ccccff; padding: 10px][OOC] This is not cheating. This is not cheating. This is not cheating. /repeats 100 times! [CREDITS] Jawn & Hiro of AA Legion Postie Development Research Group 2011 [MUSIC] Salavec Raplanca - Akiko Shikata

[ELLIOT YUNHEE BURNS]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;] but I’m so very tired I've stopped trying to find any peace in my mind “ It was a wave of relief as the butler finally accepted that she did not have a fever, but that crimson stain had returned when he questioned why she had been so flustered, causing her to recall the earlier events that had led up to this odd meeting. A nervous laugh escaped her lips as she grin awkwardly at him, trying to figure out how to put the events into words. After a moment of thinking, Elliot began to explain hesitantly, “W-well, it’s my first time being in here and… I kinda got lost and tripped.” Embarrassed, she looked down at the floor to avoid eye contact with him, chewing her lower lip out of habit again. She sat there until he spoke again, asking about the books this time. Now did Elliot realized how many books she had actually taken and grew quiet frantic, waving her arms even as she began stand up. “I actually was going to check those out…” she sheepishly admitted with bright apple cheek and began to wonder if she should discard some, which pained her. Calming down, Elliot returned to a sitting position and began to think about other things. Mainly the supposed butler who was in front of her and realized… she never properly introduce herself. It was terrible of her not to as he was being polite in helping her in this embarrassing position. “U-um… I’m Elliot Burns by the way,” she stuck her hand out for a polite hand shake, “thank you for helping me…” ” ― Elliot Burns TAGGED : Amee WORD COUNT : 254 NOTES : I’m sorry for the wait CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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