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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 7:15 pm
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'Juxtaposition'. 'Magnanimity'. 'Permeates'. Who the hell was Lafcadio Hearn? The book she'd picked up from the deepest, darkest, and dustiest reaches of the library was... not one she was following. At all. In fact, she'd gone over about ten pages and still found herself as lost as she had in the first paragraph. Maybe it was a dated book, maybe it was out of her reading level for English- but she was determined, 'Architecture and Democracy' was something she was ready to conquer. As soon as she found a dictionary, or perhaps a personal interpreter... Aija had taken the book she'd found and sat at a desk, grumbling quietly to herself as she looked over the words and tried to decipher them; she noted them down in her journal, picking out phrases and words that she thought she'd want to remember, and leading enough space to right definitions and explanations later, once she had enough of a headache to throw the book back from the hell whence it came.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 8:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 8:43 pm
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Aija looked up as the newcomer decided he'd be sitting at her table too. Was this his usual table? Why this table? There were other tables! Or maybe it was fate, maybe he was really good with English and could help her. Aija quietly watching as the boy found himself a book and came back.
Aija grinned, head tilted to the side. "You like reading? Are you good at it? Do you know many words?" She asked, leaning up on the table to talk quietly to him. "Perhaps, if you are smart in many English words, you would be able to teach to me some words... do you know who Laf-kay-D-O Hair-n is? Here!" She slid her old, rather uninteresting book across the table to him, pointing out the name. "See? Who is this man, why does he have such weird name?" She was practically crawling on the table now, having to pull herself over so far to reach this purple-haired guy and keep her voice down. She hadn't seen any librarian in action(if there even was one), but she didn't want the wrath of a terrorist librarian...
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 9:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 9:19 pm
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Aha! So this guy was smart! Maybe a little timid(his pokemon too), but Aija could definitely use his help. He knew big words and he said them nicely too! This was the walking, interactive dictionary she needed.
"Great! I like you, mister," she said with a grin, watching him look over the book. Oh, so... some guy who wrote about Japan. Interesting. Kind of. She supposed Japan had something to do with architecture and democracy. Somehow. "Well, why are you not reading about it, huh? Surely someone as smart as you would want to learn all there is too learn, yes, mister expensive vocabulary?" She paused, her grin turning to a pout and she laid on the table, cheeks his in hands. "Was reading it because I hope for it to better my English. I do not have the, um... best English... am much worse at writing and reading it, too..." She looked over at her journal, where her English words were scribbled, and the rest of her notes were in standard Latvian or Russian, whichever she'd decided translated best. "Have heard that, reading much will make you better at a language. So, I am here. Book? It is random."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 11:30 am
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