A disgruntled noise escaped one of the many corridor-sized rows of books in the library. A number of books lay strewn about on the floor, their pages bent round, no permanent or troublesome damage. However, Sextus, who had somehow caused or been victim to the unfortunate toppling of the texts was leaning back on her palms with her eyes closed, her brow twitching slightly in frustration of her own clumsiness.

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She had wandered into the library on a whim, never having bothered to look around before. Even she was startled and mildly excited about the amazing size of the place, and the horrendously large number of books which inhabited it's hundreds of rows of shelves. The large dome ceiling made the place feel huge and open, and the scent of clean and crisp pages filled the room along with the intoxicating sound of flipping paper and the ever present papercut which plagued the heavy readers once they got careless and excited for every new page.
Sextus herself inhaled the room deeply, and she was the kind of person to overlook fancy buildings and collections en masse aside from the allure of a high monetary value. The plush chairs attracted her too, having camped outside for the past two nights. Anything that appeared even mildly comfortable was extremely appealing at such a point; and boy, did these chairs just scream 'Naptime!', with their cushy selves all set together like they wanted her over there. Her feet beckoned her in that very direction, but so as not to seem like a bum, Sextus headed towards the thousands -- no, millions of books in search of something boring to put her to sleep.
Her journey through the labrynth of shelves, step ladders, and the general confusion that overtakes a person upon entering a large and beautiful building full of one thing or another, was like an adventure in itself, putting her in a place about ready to fall into a cushy slumber on the floor, which even seemed comfortable enough to accommodate sleep. Alas, she walked onward, though slowlier and slowlier as the minutes progressed.
Mechanically, she reached into every shelf when one or two books caught her fancy, and she picked a few up, adding to the beginnings of a pile in her arms. Each book added weight, and in her tired state she wobbled back and forth under the anchor of literature she plagued her arms with.
The old books caught her eyes first, but half of them were unreadable, uninteresting, or in some other written language that required effort to read. Next in her mind resided the books about upkeep of weapons, but most of the ones she could find were already read, and recently too. Finally, she located a group of adventure novels.
Adventure-based fiction had always been her favorite as a kid. They were the kind that her beloved father had read to her before his passing. These books which contained mysteries, pirates, and swordfighting, they were golden. But as far as the spacing on the shelves was concerned, she could only take all or none.
Just as Sextus wresteled an old pirate tale halfway out of it's nest, all of the other books jumped out with it. Clearly they were the jealous type. And it was at this point that she regained a decent level of being awake, disgruntled, and annoyed.

Lonely Day. Nowhere to go, no jobs to take. Only enough money to survive for about a month by himself and about a week if he had two other people to keep alive. Quiet streets on that day, people everywhere and talking as laud as they could but the silence was all at the moment. Building past building not one entered. Seemingly looking like a dead man walking or some kind of zombie after strolling away from the graveyard. Head straight but eyes down, mouth clothes and no sound. No body to speaking to but people speaking around. It was a lonely Day. nowhere to go. Stupendous looking ladies in every corner and turn. A lovely smell of food well cooked and some even burned. The birds flew above, good looking couples in love. Yet there was still nowhere to go. He looked up and saw many people, they were all, minding their business. He looked up and say many people, they were all, looking at him. Was he crazy or just insane? Was it his mind or just his brain? He was alone and with no one around. It was a Lonely Day. He lifted his head, and wished he was dead cause of all of the people he saw. After wishing for death, he took one last breath and...

A laud thump of multiple books hitting the ground drew Seth away from the book he was reading. A Lonely Day. Quite a long book all in the form of novel and poetry simultaneously. He didn't know exactly where the sound came from because of the library being so large on it's own. But from the very spot he was standing, facing the entrance to two paths with books he had options opened. He leaned his body to the left and saw nothing to the left side of the shelf. Then he leaned to the right and saw nothing there either. He took three steps to the next shelf and he looked once again to the right and there was a beautiful lady laying on the ground with a few books around her.

Ugh here we go... Said Lear to himself knowing Seth was gonna head over. And just as Lear thought, Seth did and he walked over to the young lady. "Hi there, you alright?" He gave his greetings and closed the book holding it in his left hand with his index finger in between the two pages he was just opened to. He got on one knee and looked at the girls eyes then reached to pick up one of the books off the ground. He smile d before looking up from the booked he reached for and met her eyes again with a smile on his face. "I guess you couldn't find the right book? 'All' Seems to be working for you."

Seth god back to his feet and put the booked he had picked up back on the shelf with many more laying on the ground, but not minding that with his right hand he reached out to help the girl to her feet. He looked at her with an innocent face and a need to help her up. In his mind she was worth more than leaving on the ground, none the less it would have been inappropriate to leave her there anyways. He did not give it too much thought. She fell, he was gonna help her. Although her beauty could only be matched by the poetic words of the book he was reading a damsel was worth a lot more than a silly book a depressed writer wrote. He watched her and awaited her response to his reach out to help.

"Hi there, are you alright?"

A male voice erupted out of nothing but a few dull footsteps that bounded on the hard library floor. They roughly blended together with the other sounds of the place, sounds which echoed off of the walls throughout. Except these were closer and slighty louder. Still, Sextus hardly paid mind to such things until they directly involved her.

Her eyes opened opened slowly so as to avoid a dizzy spell or general light headedness, and upon opening them she was faced with a pair of eyes that continued to look into her own as though they were a mirror or an interesting piece of art.

She didn't respond just yet, trying to regain a sense of balance and retrieve her wits from wherever they ran off to in such a hurry. And this boy in front of her picked up a few books from the floor as chivalry dictated he should, and all the while he would not remove his gaze from hers, wearing the cheesiest of smiles upon his face all the while. Or maybe it was really a pleasant smile, Sextus didn't really care about the difference in friendly social situations. She was long out of practice on that front, far more used to diplomatic pleasantries or business deals. Mostly situations in which she earned a decent amount of money in return for bothering with people.

And then she was faced with a witty comment, which her stubborn mind could only find as a laughable and sarcastic little quip.

"I guess you couldn't find the right book? 'All' Seems to be working for you."

'All' haha, it was mildly funny. An ice breaker of sorts, a shot in the dark to see if she had any kind of funny bone in her body. A sense of humour? She found one.

As he extended his hand politely to help her up, Sextus Reached farther, and for his wrist. She wasn't exactly the girliest of girls, hoisting herself up at the expense of this polite boy's balance and possibly a small bit of pride to be skimmed off the top.

"Thank you, I guess." She mumbled on advice from that reflex called 'manners', and then leaned down to pick up her storybook friends who had quickly become her enemies. Most of the adventure novels she had fallen under could be crammed back on the shelf for the next unfortunate soul ready to be buried beneath them. A few others still needed to be returned to their respective shelves, and thos ecushioned chairs were looking less and less inviting as the moments passed.

This girl even has my attention. Interesting character, do you not agree? Very much so. Both Seth & Lear to quick note that this girl either had dead social skills or was of a rude nature trying to cover up either way. I smirk crawled onto Seth's face and stayed there as he gave the moment thought. He brought to girl to her feet but why would she even accept the help from a stranger if she was so rude. And with dead social skills it would only be obvious to take the help even if shy about of or not knowing how to react to it. I've been around her for no more than a minute and she's already a puzzle!
"No problem." He tried keeping his words to a minimal while at the same time using brief seconds to figure her out. Hmm, Never mind. "Were you looking for any specified book? I might be able to help if you are. Or even if you are looking for a good book from any given genre." He asked and offered more help no longer with the smirk on his face but having a pleasant look on his face, friendly at the most part.

He wasn't surprised that the girl he just helped would react like that since his day had an odd flow on it's own. Right before coming into the library a random guy just outside felt the need to insult him for no given reason. Coming in one of the librarians assumed he was returning a book late and was getting ready to charge as if he was a person to usually be there. Then the first book he picked up being about a dark, sad, 'Lonely Day' a man was having. Something like his own, just a lot less jolly as he would turn the saddest situation into nothing but another reason to smile. And now this girl acting the way she was. There was no weirder way for that day to go. Maybe I'm gonna die today.. The thought amused him and he chuckled loudly. He realized he just laughed out laud and placed his hand behind his head with an awkward smile he held towards the girl he just helped up but only having it for a moment.

Seth had forgotten about the book that he was reading and looked down to see if he was still holding it. Just as it was last his finger in between the pages where he last was, still in his right hand. As if something could have happened in a minute and a half with your own hand without you knowing... Lear could only rudely express his thoughts to Seth.
Heh, good point.
"If I'm not much help you can always ask the rude librarian on the front desk" Another smile, almost as if ready to laugh at his own stupid joke about the librarian. "Hmm, what's your name?" Just becoming aware that he had no idea who it was he just offered help to. Being polite was never wrong but, it didn't hurt to know the person you were being polite to if only their name. Not that it was important but it would help him help her if she even accepted the help.

"No Problem" The young malchick said calmly as he scrutinized her person. Sextus, though she had soft, pocelian features, wore a hard expression of both apathy and a novel of secrets.

The vast space around them, though lined with heavy shelves and the clamoring of people shifting and shuffling about, buzzed softly while the walls echoed her thoughts back as though in playful conversation.
He was a curious fellow, but none too extraordinary upon one's first or second glance. No. If there was anything especially interesting interesting about the individual standing before her, it must rest within the confines of his mind.

Sextus had always found that the most interesting thing about any one person was whatever may reside in the confines of his or her subconcious.

oking for any specified book? I might be able to help if you are. Or even if you are looking for a good book from any given genre."
He asked with a brilliant curiosity concealing some humorous thought in his head. She could read it on his face, there was some ulterior motivation for this courtesy. Something.
Although in general, Sextus leaned towards suspicion as a commonplace mental chracteristic.
She eyed his movements as he belted out a nervous or embarrassed laugh, she wasn't sure which; But he chortled away for a short time before speaking again.
There wasn't a need to answer his prior question, because he returned to his helpful manner of speaking before she could think of something worthwhile to respond with. Sextus had taken too long observing his decisive motions to think about trivial things.

What a weakness that sometimes turned out to be.

much help you can always ask the rude librarian on the front desk"

A stupid joke, but probably not without some underlying truth. Librarians were always imagined to be stuffy and rude. But so was she, even more so, probably.

Then came the question of her name, an inquiry to which she didn't have to think about the answer. Her name, her new name.

"Sextus." She said matter-of-factly. The words glided out as though they had been rehearsed over and over. She gave no last name, for her last name was her first in a former life; to be called by such a name now was all but a nightmarish experience.

"And yours?" Se said, again on advice from some intriguingly eloquent voice in her mind that called itself manners, morals, ethics, even courtesy.