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Literary Location (Open) « Thread Started on Apr 27, 2012, 11:56am »
Keith stared at the shelves. Something was wrong. He just knew it. Keith had been tasked with reshelving some books that had been returned recently. One of the things he could do well was remember where every book went. He knew the location of every book in the library, and just looking at this shelf, he knew that the books were out of place. This wasn’t the first time this happened, and Keith had a sneaking suspicion that it was some students trying to pick on the “mentally-handicapped” library aide. Yeah, Keith had to wear a helmet so his scar didn’t get damaged, but that didn’t mean he was handicapped.
But Keith was wise to their game, and decided not to treat it as such. He saw it as more of a test, a test of his skill. He removed the intruding books, replaced the the ones that were currently homeless, and moved on. Keith had already passed the sections where these books lived, so he’d have to double back when he was done reshelving the others. As he pushed the cart on, he began to hum a song. He wasn’t quite sure what it was called, or what the lyrics were, or if he’d even heard it before, but it sounded nice. That was the one thing that the scar did to him. Keith couldn’t remember much of anything past his name, where he worked, and where all the books lived.
He pushed his cart on, reshelving books as need be. That’s when he heard it: a thunderous crash. He quickly abandoned his cart. “Are you okay?” Keith asked, blinking at the books strewn all over the floor.
Aine was walking among the bookshelves looking for the books of information s/he would keep with hir today. S/he had shown up early for hir tutoring times in order to refresh hir stacks of books. As was usual, seemingly every book was in its place but every once in a while s/he found a book out of place and pulled it from the shelf in the hopes of finding it's proper home later.
This week, s/he was in the mood for books on famous politicians and musicians as s/he had yet to explore these books in the library. And so s/he had a stack of books on Hitler, Bach, Truman, Mozart and so on piled up in hir arms and falling out of hir bag. S/he was about to leave the shelves to put these books down and begin setting up hir tutoring station when s/he saw a bright red book placed awkwardly on the top shelf. Aine, being the bookworm s/he was, couldn't resist and began climbing the ladder and reaching for it. S/he managed to grab it from the shelf and glimpse a look at the title before s/he lost hir balance and toppled to the floor, taking several books with hir.
Aine waited a minute to gather hir wits again before sitting up and examining hirself to ensure that s/he was fine. Once s/he was sure, Aine stood up, book still in hand, and began dusting hirself off and sorting hir books from the ones that had toppled off the shelf. As s/he was cleaning, s/he heard footsteps approaching and so Aine turned to see who it was coming to check on the noise.
Aine was relieved to see it was Keith. He was friendly and knew the library like the back of his hand. Aine had always gotten along with the man and he had always been kind to hir and accepted hir. Aine tucked the book in her hand under hir arm and walked over to Keith. "Sorry for all the noise and mess. Sometimes a quest for one book leads to a bit of an avalanche I guess. I'll clean it up though... How are you?" Aine smiled, something s/he rarely did, as s/he waited for his reply. Truthfully, Aine enjoyed talking to Keith and was happy he had come to check on whatever had caused the noise. This accident could possibly make hir day.
Keith blinked again. It was just Aine. Aine was a strange sort of girl, but she was nice, and Keith liked spending time with her. She smiled at him, and Keith smiled back. “Don’t worry about cleaning it up, I’ll take care of it.” Keith bent down and started scooping up books, but they felt wrong. These books didn’t live here, so he figured Aine must’ve been carrying them when the other books fell. He stacked those books in a nice, neat little pile and set them aside. “I’m good...I think.” Keith nodded, muttering to himself.
He couldn’t remember the meaning of the word good, but he could remember a few people saying it while smiling, so it sounded right. Not that a whole lot of people smiled in the library. The librarian was kind of mean, and Keith didn’t like her much, but he liked books more than he disliked her, so he stayed with the books. To be honest, Keith spent more time among the stacks than he did anywhere else in the school, including the cafeteria and his dorm room. There were even some nights that Keith was working so late, he just slept in the library.
Not that anyone minded. When he did sleep in the library, he was so deep among the stacks, he found books that looked older than the mean old librarian. Those were his favorite, because they included all sorts of interesting pictures. Keith couldn’t read a lot of the books, because the words were too difficult for him, but he liked looking at the pictures and just the pretty colors of all the books close together. He climbed up the ladder and began placing books, his arms moving automatically and sort of mechanically. He already knew which books went where, so it wasn’t much of a challenge. “There.” Keith said, smiling. “All better.”
Re: Literary Location (Open) « Reply #3 on May 8, 2012, 6:13pm »
Aine knew s/he was quite intelligent and s/he had known Keith was a bit.. special from the day s/he met him. The helmet had led to hir finding out he had a brain injury. Nonetheless Aine was always fascinated by his skills with books. No one else s/he had ever met could remember and replace every book in it's place as easily and gracefully as Keith and s/he admired him for it to this day. S/he had seen him do this magical deed many a time and yet it still amazed hir and left hir in silent awe.
Once Keith was done putting the books back and Aine's hands were once again full of the books s/he had previously had, Aine just looked at the man for a moment before speaking. Thank you Keith. You really saved me some time. S/he fell silent for a moment. S/he adored Keith and wished more people would treat him with respect. He was smarter than most people gave him credit for and he was one of the nicest and most caring individuals s/he knew and yet he was beaten down like a puppy yet he forgave them. S/he wanted to say so much more but s/he didn't know what to say or do. Finally s/he added How have you been? before falling silent once more.
Aine shifted the books between hir hands and stood waiting for Keith's reply. S/he was unsure what he would say but s/he just wanted to show a bit of kindness to this sweet and misunderstood man. How out of the norm for Aine... who'd have believed it? S/he barely did so who knew.
Re: Literary Location (Open) « Reply #4 on May 13, 2012, 11:08pm »
“You’re welcome, Aine. It was nothing, really.” Modesty and humbleness were always a couple of Keith’s strong points, because he really didn’t know what egotism was. He didn’t think he’d ever learned it before, but if he did, he’d forgotten it. That was always an issue, Keith forgetting things. His memory wasn’t the best on Earth, except for when it came to the books. Keith could remember the books, and he could remember the pretty pictures in the books, but he couldn’t remember the words. The words were tiny and hard.
Keith knew the words didn’t try to be mean, that they were only tiny and hard because that’s how they were made. Keith wasn’t mad at the word, but he did wish that he could know what they were saying. The pictures were easy though. They were big and friendly and easy for Keith to memorize. They were like the books themselves. Keith considered both the pictures and the books his friends, even if they couldn’t talk to him like he talked to them.
But that was okay. He knew the books said things, that’s why the words were there, but he couldn’t read the words. Sometimes Keith got frustrated with the books and hurt them, but then he felt really bad for hurting the books. The books always forgave Keith, and then he put them back where they lived and everything was okay. Then Keith realized Aine had asked him another question. “What? Oh, I’ve been...good. I have the book friends, so I’m happy.” Keith furrowed his brow, nodding to himself. At this point, he was talking more to himself than Aine, completely forgetting the girl was there.
Re: Literary Location (Open) « Reply #5 on Jun 20, 2012, 2:09am »
Aine could tell that Keith's mind was wandering but s/he didn't mind. Keith was one of the only people who would talk to hir and didn't either treat hir like a know-it-all or a freak. He was different and s/he was different and he didn't care and s/he loved that about him even if he didn't really notice or understand why s/he was different. He was just nice and sometimes that was all that mattered.
Aine wracked hir mind for any way to keep the conversation going. S/he knew he was working and s/he knew that the head librarian would yell if she saw him "taking a break on the job" but Aine also knew that the librarian would leave him be so long as Aine was around. The librarian liked Aine and the discussions they could have when Aine was in the mood to do so and so Aine could get away with a lot with her.
After a moment Aine thought of another question to help hir keep this conversation going just a little longer even if only for a second. Keith, do you have a favorite book friend? I've always wondered if you do. Aine also wondered if he could read his 'book friends' but s/he didn't want to hurt him by asking. S/he always wanted to get up the nerve to ask but s/he doubted s/he ever would. S/he wanted to be able to discuss books with him or help him read his book friends if he couldn't already but none of it was worth asking that one very powerful question. Who would have thought asking Can you read could be so hard but for Aine s/he knew it could mean the end of what little friendship s/he had if s/he hurt him and s/he wasn't willing to take that chance. Not yet anyway. The time wasn't right in hir opinion and s/he wasn't sure if it ever would be.
Re: Literary Location (Open) « Reply #6 on Jun 20, 2012, 5:33am »
Upon hearing Aine’s question, Keith finished shelving the books he was holding, took the ladder, and disappeared off into the stacks. He knew where his favorite book friend was hidden, the one with all the pretty pictures of weird things, by some people named Janey-Claws and Crystal. At least, that’s what Keith thought it said. The book was truly a photography book filled with images of the artwork done by Jean-Claude and Christo, most notably their piece “The Gates”, but Keith’s mind was damaged, and processed things a bit differently. He found the book he was looking for, placed the ladder, and began to climb up.
Keith carried the ladder with ease because while he was a little simple-minded, he was very muscled, a result of the intense physical therapy he’d gone through after the accident, and had been doing in the years since. The doctors were worried that the part of his brain that was damaged would affect his motor skills, when, in reality, it was the part that stored memories and processed thought. That was why Keith was often compared to a five year old, because that’s the mentality his brain could handle.
At the moment, he was so focused on finding the book that he didn’t realize the books had been stacked wrong. Keith hadn’t done it, he knew that the books didn’t like being stacked like they were, so it must’ve been either the librarian, or a student. Keith liked the book by “Janey-Claws and Crystal” so much because it was mostly images, which were easy for his brain to process because they changed so much and he didn’t have to memorize the look of every one he came across, like he did with words.
Keith placed one hand on the spine of the book, gave a firm tug, and sent the stack of books on top of the one he wanted crashing down onto his head. Fortunately, he was wearing his helmet, and wasn’t affected much by the rain of blows. “Ow...” Keith muttered, before setting the picture book down and picked up the fallen books, suddenly intent on putting them back where they lived.
He made short work of the task and went to go find Aine to show her his favorite book in the library. “This one is my favorite. Lots of pretty pictures.”
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