Post by Booker Quill on Jan 26, 2021 0:17:30 GMT
It was a good day. Standing in the midst of the library at U.A. High School, Booker breathed in a big, deep breath, and lifted up his cardboard box of belongings to hold on his shoulder. This was not only his first day here at this particular school, but it was his first day being the librarian for this most prestigious high school. That was a lot of first already and he was more than tickled that it started off so well. First he had a good night’s sleep. More often than not, Booker was up late, burning the midnight oil so to speak, sitting in his comfy chair next to the window with a book in his hand. He loved to read and more often than not his sleep was sacrificed for the pleasure. Though that wasn’t the only nightly pursuit that occupied his attention time and again. Back in the states, his other job was that of the pro-hero, Librarian. Running across rooftops, swinging from buildings, battling burglars and criminals, all in the bright of day and the dead of night. Sleep, again, wasn’t as important, not when it came to justice. But that was then. This was now. Booker was not in the states anymore. He had moved an ocean away to live and work in Japan. It was a chance to broaden his horizons, to experience other cultures, and to help shape the minds of the next wave of heroes. That was worth it. So, surprise to say, Booker actually slept well. He had expected a cluster of nerves to curl up in his stomach and keep him awake but after having finished reading, he had managed to fall asleep at a decent time. Not only that, he awoke with enough time to make a good and hearty breakfast and made it to the school via public transportation without getting lost! It was going to be a good day. Standing in the doorway of the U.A. School library, Booker surveyed his new domain. He had worked in and with libraries and bookstores the majority of his life. This was not new to him. But standing in the one belonging to such an amazing school was...awe-inspiring. This is where the next wave of heroes was going to be born and it was something Booker counted himself lucky to experience. ”Well, let’s get started…” he said as he patted the box on his shoulder and walked in. Booker cut an imposing figure. 6’2 and 230lbs of hard-packed muscles, his teal, button-up shirt, and black vest strained slightly against his chest thanks to his near disproportionate size. Brown slacks covered his bottom half, while thick, brown leather shoes thudded with a cacophonous sound against the tiled floor. His other hand reached up and he bit into a breakfast pastry before he left it pinched between his teeth. His hand now free, he brushed some crumbs off of his fingertips, grabbed the swinging wooden gate, and stepped behind the counter. He was home. Err, he was at work, but here in the library? This was a second home to him. After he set his box down on the counter, Booker took off his glasses to clean off a smudge and then balanced them on the edge of his nose once more. His fingers flew, typing his new username and password into the school login, and smirked when he screen greeted him. Welcome, Librarian. His fingers ran down his chin and smooth his dark, mahogany beard. It was time to get his day started. He could only wonder who would be walking into his library next. Whomever they were, he would be sure to help them to the best of his ability. That’s what heroes do, isn’t it? |
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