Warning: Critic Ahead [OPEN]

Caleb missed school so badly. He missed being seated behind a desk, listening to some old teacher drone on and on about a subject he already knew. He missed working on math exercises and performing scientific experiments. In fact, he would have already snuck out of camp and gone back home, if he wasn't so respectful of his mother's wishes. Because even if he missed school greatly, he would never betray the trust of the only person he only truly loved.

So one particularly rainy day, Caleb ventured to the library. It was the closest thing to school he could visit. And besides, it was one of the places most kids avoided, and Caleb hated being around campers. Well, there were a few he can get along with, those select few capable of having intellectual discussions with him without getting offended. Those were about the only ones he can talk to without receiving a negative response. Caleb assumed that this kind of people were the ones who occupied the library. And he really didn't mind talking to people like that, and he may even come to a point that he liked doing it--even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.

Upon entering the place, he stopped by the doorway for a few moments to admire the sight. Hundreds of shelves were filled with thousands of books, both in English and Greek. The air was even filled with the scent of old books, and Caleb somehow found the scent soothing. He walked up to the nearest shelf and scanned a few titles. As he couldn't the decide which ones to read, Caleb just grabbed a pile of books and went over to the nearest desk. Sighing, he sat down and opened one particularly dusty book and began to read.

Before he could get to the second sentence however, Caleb nearly jumped out of his seat when he heard what seemed to be a pile of books hitting the floor. A few hisses of 'ssssh' directed to the one who dropped the books could be heard in the background. Caleb turned to the person and hissed in an aloof voice, "This is a library. You ought to keep quiet."

Caleb fought the urge to snort. "Well, we could at least hope for perfection," he said softly, a smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. "I won't have a problem if you do it perfectly."

Well, Caleb was being his usual perfectionist self. He turned back to his book but he was only half-reading it. He was more interested in hearing the girl's response.

Even if he was only half-reading, Caleb still felt slightly annoyed to have the book slip away from his fingers. Forgetting he was in a library, Caleb said loudly, "HEY!" His remark earned some upset looks from the people around him, but Caleb paid them no heed as he muttered some Greek curses under his breath. "Wasn't it obvious that I was reading that?" he whispered as he followed the girl to one of the shelves. "Weren't you supposed to put the books back when the readers have already left?"

((Dom, watch your sentences. They're getting a little shorter.))

~Sorry~
Lyra was upset, although she didn't let it show. The boy looked smugly at her. Lyra didn't need to read minds to figure out that the boy didn't think much of her. "Tommorow. The arena." Lyra said, then marched off. "Careful." Her brother whispered, then walked ove r to Caleb and flicked him in the head. "And you. Lay off my sister." He walked away like nothing had ever happened. Lyra smirked. 'No one got away with messing with Athena' She thought to herself.

Caleb couldn't help but smirk at the girl. And so he earned himself a match in the arena, just by staying in the library. He can never seem to get out of trouble, can he? Before he could give any sarcastic reply, he felt someone flick his head. Scowling, Caleb rubbed the spot he was flicked, and looked at the boy.

"Yeah, yeah," Caleb said nonchalantly as he finally returned to his reading. He knew that he shouldn't underestimate the kids here when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, since almost all of them were specially trained for that. Well, he could probably handle whatever that girl throws at him tomorrow. Too distracted now to even read properly, Caleb closed the book and stood up. All that he can think was that arena match tomorrow. He smirked at the thought, running a finger down the hilt of his knife. He better go practice now then. And without another word, he left the library.

((You make the topic?))

~Sure. I'll make it tommorow. That ok?~

((No problem. Just give me the link when you're done :) ))