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[Raerin Lefebvre]

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[atrb=style, vertical-align: top;] It was a sunny day out as Raerin entered the book-store. Her guitar was in it's case and slung over her shoulder. She wasn't particularly good with the guitar and she was hoping that there was a book on the basics of the guitar. She wasn't particularly fond of the guitar but her mother preassured her into it when she was little even if she never got around to playing the damn thing. So, since she had some time on her hands she decided to learn it. Raerin would have just hired a teacher to help her with the instrument, but she thought it'd be more fun to self-teach herself. Of course, she started self-teaching herself on a whim, per usual. The door jingled as she pushed it open and entered the book-store. Her blue eyes glanced around, before she wandered up tot he counter. There was no one there, so she peeked over the counter to see if anyone was down below. Sadly, there was no one there. She sighed. Raerin moved from the counter to the first book-rack she saw. She picked up the first book she saw and flipped through the pages carelessly. Booring, it was a science textbook. She didn't care for science. It was an annoying subject to her, useless really. She wasn't going to be using science any time soon on her life unless it was in school. Raerin didn't know what she wanted to be, but she was sure she didn't want to be a scientist. She returned the book to it's spot on the shelf before moving onto another shelf. After a while, she got bored of searching for books and tried to find a person. Her prayers were answered as she saw someone, she walked up to them and tapped them on the shoulder. "Excuse me, do you know where the music section is?"She asked

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[Seiji Sohma]

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[/color] he said charmingly, his voice a smooth dulcet. He had little patience to waste on some unimportant commoner, not when his precious reading supply was drying up. He began to turn away again, back to scanning the shelves.



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[Raerin Lefebvre]

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[atrb=style, vertical-align: top;] "No, now if you will get out of my way, please..." Raerin scowled at the man, but her face returned to a neutral facade quickly. Obviously this person didn't want to be bothered. Raerin thought for a second about continuing to bug said person, but she didn't want to push his buttons. She really wasn't in the mood to deal with a little prick. Raerin could already tell how big of a brat this guy was. His body language tensed when she tapped his shoulder. It wasn't the best sign, but he could have at least attempted to make conversation with her. Not to mention, he said for her to get out of his way. Please didn't make up how rude Raerin thought he was. "Of course, sir. I'll leave you alone, thanks for your help." Sarcams oozing from every word. Raerin turned on her heel, facing away hoping to find another person to ask about a music section. "Little prick." She muttered. She guessed he could probably still hear her, but she didn't care as she moved to get away from the man.

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