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Kieron was so sure that he would receive weird stares for lying around in the complex's walking park wearing mostly black on a bright and sunny day, that when he realized that not very many people were out at all (and most of them weren't staring), he was actually mildly disappointed.

He turned a page in the book in his hands. Reading didn't usually go so well with thinking, and right now, he didn't want to do much thinking. Last night had not gone well. What should have been a simple in-and-out of a deal had quickly escalated to gunfire and fistfights, and before he could get his friends out of there, most of them had been injured. Someone he wasn't familiar with, but whose name he knew, had even been shot and killed. Who knew there was so much bad blood over a simple suitcase of money...

Growing tired of the idiotic antics of the protagonist, he decided to use his book as a shield for his eyes instead of actually reading the words. Eventually, his arm grew tired, so he resorted to placing the open book over his whole face. Hmm... maybe that would get him some weird looks.
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It was early afternoon, and Kieron was far more bored than he should be. He didn't have work until six, there was nothing to do in his apartment, he'd finished the only book he felt was worth rereading lately and none of his buddies were around to talk to until after sunset... when he would be at work. He hated when things fell out that way.

Kieron dropped a book in the return slot as he made his way into the library, trying to think of what he wanted to do with his time. He was bored with looking through the published journals that only the college library had - those had lost their shiny after about a year, anyway - so that was out. He considered taking over one of the computers in the corner, but decided he didn't feel like breaking into someone else's student account to do so. Yet. Maybe he'd get bored enough. He could look around for people he knew, but something told him he wouldn't quite be that lucky today. With a shrug, he decided his best bet would be to find a book he actually hadn't read yet.

Figuring the top floor of the library would be his best bet in finding something new (he rarely went all the way up there - five floors was a lot, thank you), he decided he was too lazy for the stairs and instead made his way to the elevator. He pushed the button... and then played the waiting game. As far as he could remember, the elevator in this building was pretty slow...
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[There's a newcomer to musespace. He appears mid-walk — possibly mid-rainstorm, too, as his shoulders are a bit wet and his hair is sticking to his face no matter how many times he tries to push it out of his eyes. It takes him a few steps, but he soon realizes something is amiss and he's no longer on the road to the campus library.

He pauses, takes a slow look around... and smirks.
]

Haha, about damn time.

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