Post by Grayson Zyer on May 9, 2016 23:15:34 GMT
Today's academy work had finished about a half an hour ago, leaving Grayson free to do as he pleased. A small smile was on the sixteen-year-old's face while he walked down the streets of Argi to head for the public library. Stuffed within the pocket of his coat was Grayson's notebook alongside a plain black pen. A rough wind came bustling through, tousling the boys hair around and throwing a cloud of dust at him. "Dang wind," Grayson quietly uttered. Momentarily, Grayson shook his head before shrugging and continuing down the paved sidewalks towards the library. Upon reaching the large brick building, Grayson quickly went up the steps and threw open the door before sliding inside the building. The blond-haired boy took a swift peak behind him, smiling upon seeing that he may not have been followed. With that, Grayson walked in, waving to the friendly librarian behind the desk before continuing to enter the maze of bookshelves. There was a silence in the library that seemed never-ending, which was expected for a place that strictly enforced a rule about speaking loud. It appeared that very few on this day had any desire whatsoever to break the silence, leaving it to linger forever more.
Hands clasped behind his back, Grayson wandered through the shelves with eyes trailing around the book's spines to read each title. He was looking for a book about criminology, which was one of Grayson's interests. Eventually his eyes lingered on a larger book in the shelves on the topic he craved knowledge endlessly for. Plucking the book from the shelf, Grayson opened the cover as his eyes peered through the text on the crisp white pages until he confirmed this was the one he wanted. Shutting the book, Grayson loosely carried the book in his left hand before venturing off to find a secluded location. Although Grayson was often a fan of crowds, he decided it was best to research this topic alone where nobody could question his interest. Not to mention his popularity at Chaser Academy could very well lead to people trying to act as though they took a fancy to the same topics. Fakers, they were truly a nuisance for someone who wanted to know about other, mostly to avoid or know any interference they could possibly cause. The smile planted upon the boy's face remained as his green eyes scanned for a place where he could sit and read. Peering around one of the shelves, Grayson's eyes finally found a small, grey table with small stools.
Grayson sat down at one of the stools, taking a brief scan of his surroundings before placing the criminology book onto the table. His right hand plunged into his pocket, taking out the notepad and pen that he constantly carried around with him and setting it beside the book. Finally Grayson opened the covers, revealing the text covered pages that appeared to ramble on about various serial killers. With his gaze completely focused on the book, Grayson began to conduct his research about the crimes the mentioned serial killers committed and more notably on how they escaped capture for long periods of time.