- Nov 22, 2014
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- Gender
- amab Female
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- She/Her
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- Weekly
Saturday, mid-afternoon. Chloe stood in front of the abandoned building, staring at the sign out in front that served as the first clue to its past life. "Library," it said. It used to say more - fragments of letters sat on the sign in vain; too much had been lost for them to tell anyone anything. That line might have been part of an S - or was it a C? A G, maybe?
This little adventure of hers had started out as a stray thought, when she was hearing about this place. It was an abandoned library on a magic island, so it probably used to have a number of magic books in it. Those things were super valuable, but apparently nobody had ever thought to go through and clean the place out. Now, weeks after that fateful lunchtime discussion, here she was, carrying empty bags and a flashlight.
It was kind of a spooky place. Some of the windows were broken, their fragments never picked up. Chloe would have to watch her step, considering her inability to wear shoes. Cracks in asphalt and stone walkways gave way to grass and weeds, mother nature slowly reclaiming the land for herself in the absence of other tenants. Partly burnt rubble littered the place, becoming a worse tripping hazard the farther in she got.
She entered through the side, where the wall had partially collapsed, leaving a gap low enough for her to step over and in. Enough light seeped in that she could mostly see where she was going, but it was just dark enough that she was glad for her flashlight. She flicked it on, and scanned the first room with it. A few charred books, or the remains of books, completely unusable for their exposure to the elements over the years if not the fire that killed this place. She tried to pick one up and it fell apart in her hands.
She shined her light on the wall and stopped in place. There was a symbol there, a large one. It had been drawn recently.
"Graffiti?" she asked nobody in particular. What could it mean? Was it some kind of magical gang sign? A sort of signature? She stared at it for a while, lost in thought.
This little adventure of hers had started out as a stray thought, when she was hearing about this place. It was an abandoned library on a magic island, so it probably used to have a number of magic books in it. Those things were super valuable, but apparently nobody had ever thought to go through and clean the place out. Now, weeks after that fateful lunchtime discussion, here she was, carrying empty bags and a flashlight.
It was kind of a spooky place. Some of the windows were broken, their fragments never picked up. Chloe would have to watch her step, considering her inability to wear shoes. Cracks in asphalt and stone walkways gave way to grass and weeds, mother nature slowly reclaiming the land for herself in the absence of other tenants. Partly burnt rubble littered the place, becoming a worse tripping hazard the farther in she got.
She entered through the side, where the wall had partially collapsed, leaving a gap low enough for her to step over and in. Enough light seeped in that she could mostly see where she was going, but it was just dark enough that she was glad for her flashlight. She flicked it on, and scanned the first room with it. A few charred books, or the remains of books, completely unusable for their exposure to the elements over the years if not the fire that killed this place. She tried to pick one up and it fell apart in her hands.
She shined her light on the wall and stopped in place. There was a symbol there, a large one. It had been drawn recently.
"Graffiti?" she asked nobody in particular. What could it mean? Was it some kind of magical gang sign? A sort of signature? She stared at it for a while, lost in thought.
