Name: Elliot Beale<br/><br/>Location: Terra Optima University Campus Library, Receptionist Desk<br/><br/>Time/Date: Friday, 3:35 PM<br/><br/>Interacting With: Lily Peck<br/><br/>Cerulean blue eyes scanned the titles, reading the words before moving on to the next one. An extended finger followed, Elliot murmuring softly under his breath until he found what he was looking for. The hand reached out, gently pulling the book away from its companions as he replaced it with another book. Elliot Beale was a quiet, reserved young man, already graduated from high school, and moving on to college here in the next few weeks. In the meantime...he was familiarizing himself with the campus library, and earning money. While most kids his age would be partying, hanging out with friends or family...he chose to not do so. After all...he had no friends to speak of, nor any family he really cared to be with. It was just a fact of life. The book in hand, he continued on with his work until the cart was piled high. A group of people were waiting back at the reception desk for these books, but couldn't find them after looking for thirty minutes. Pictures of planets, comets and satellites graced the covers, giving only a hint as to what laid underneath each cover.<br/><br/>The light cast shadows onto the young man's face, bringing out little details no one would notice at first glance while he began making his way back towards the front. Luckily the group was still waiting, or else all his work would be for naught. "I have your books," Elliot spoke up, his voice a rich, deep melody of notes that didn't quite fit with his demeanor. "Take your pick, and I will return whatever you don't take to the shelves." That said, he returned to his place behind the desk, keeping an eye on the college students. One didn't quite set right with him, maybe because of his shifty eyes, maybe because of the way he kept glancing everywhere...but either way, he didn't trust him. The chair sank under his weight, giving a slight groan of protest. His hands traced along the desk's surface, and the light glinted off a pair of amber eyes resting on his chest. The owl symbol was a pendant he woke up with one day, after a strange dream of sorts. There was no explanation behind the dream...yet there was no denying the connection. One hand lifted, the fingers playing with it for a moment before movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention.<br/><br/>Elliot raised his eyes next, only taking the briefest study of the young woman in white. "Miss, are you returning those books?" he spoke up, ignoring the curious, interested looks he was receiving from a handful of girl within the group he was helping. "I can take care of it for you, if you like." Strands of black fell forward, the tips falling into his blue eyes, and in front of his glasses.<br/><br/>((I'm not sure where to insert Annelle...))