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LOG: ONGOING
When; April 23rd, 11PM -- LIBRARY
Rating; PG? G?
Characters; Ishida Uryuu [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anti_buttons] & Fujioka Haruhi [commoneresque] & IN A BIT Hitachiin Hikaru [ourculminant] and Hitachiin Kaoru [ourdenouement]
Summary; Thou shalt not deny the work ethic that has Uryuu present for his late late shift, nor Haruhi's fear of storms.
Log;
As if it wasn't enough that the previous day had ended with Uryuu thoroughly coated in mud, and with a bloodied nose (Inoue-san had hit the ball with her head; the ball hit him). Today produced weather that was, perhaps, actually worth talking about. And, of course, Uryuu had a late shift at the library. Dutifully, he had set out, plowing through the storm. Despite his umbrella, ridiculous rubber boots, and rain coat, he arrived rather wet through and thankful for his plastic wrapped change of sock and shoe.
He could not disagree with employment and attempt at order in the Library, but given how things kept changing, it did make things frustrating. Even with a fairly successful system of thinking around the Library's idiocsyncrasies, it could take him fifteen minutes to get the right shelf for a particular misplaced item.
Now, an hour before he could trudge back out, was one such time. Uryuu found himself walking past the same set of study tables for the sixth time, a vein in his bruised nose pulsing with his irritation. Lighting flashed, followed instantly by an ugly crack.
Rating; PG? G?
Characters; Ishida Uryuu [
anti_buttons] & Fujioka Haruhi [commoneresque] & IN A BIT Hitachiin Hikaru [ourculminant] and Hitachiin Kaoru [ourdenouement]Summary; Thou shalt not deny the work ethic that has Uryuu present for his late late shift, nor Haruhi's fear of storms.
Log;
As if it wasn't enough that the previous day had ended with Uryuu thoroughly coated in mud, and with a bloodied nose (Inoue-san had hit the ball with her head; the ball hit him). Today produced weather that was, perhaps, actually worth talking about. And, of course, Uryuu had a late shift at the library. Dutifully, he had set out, plowing through the storm. Despite his umbrella, ridiculous rubber boots, and rain coat, he arrived rather wet through and thankful for his plastic wrapped change of sock and shoe.
He could not disagree with employment and attempt at order in the Library, but given how things kept changing, it did make things frustrating. Even with a fairly successful system of thinking around the Library's idiocsyncrasies, it could take him fifteen minutes to get the right shelf for a particular misplaced item.
Now, an hour before he could trudge back out, was one such time. Uryuu found himself walking past the same set of study tables for the sixth time, a vein in his bruised nose pulsing with his irritation. Lighting flashed, followed instantly by an ugly crack.