<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/emma-watson-on-perks-of-being-a-wallflower-set.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclair<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th, Noon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty Pryde; PM if interested in scene, otherwise, Closed.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rahne holes up in a corner of the library for some alone time to read.<br/><hr/><br/>Sometimes peace and quiet were all someone needed. Sometimes, peace and quiet was where someone was comfortable enough to be themselves. Not everyone was a social butterfly, and knew how to navigate the twisting currents of their age group. Especially in a school setting. With so many young men and women from various background, with various beliefs and personalities, all crammed into the same spot...It was inevitable that something would happen. That people would clash, and tempers flair. That those who could assert themselves over those that could not did. The staff and teachers couldn't be everywhere at once, after all.<br/><br/>And it wasn't helped that they were, in essence, a prison. The majority of them were tagged by the government, implanted with trackers that would alert the authorities if they left the ground. Soldiers had a perimeter around the school. It might be better than being placed in Ryker's Island, but even a gilded cage was still a cage.<br/><br/>Rahne was still not quite herself after the incident in the lunchroom a few days prior. She was staying away from the few people she usually socialized with, in particular avoiding those that had gotten in trouble trying to help her. All of the misfortunes in her life happened because of things she couldn't control. She was hated because she was a mutant, and she was scorned because she didn't accept or celebrate the fact she was a mutant. Raised by a reverend that had convinced her she was a living example of sin, she couldn't even find solace in her faith as of late.<br/><br/>But she could find solace in the quiet. The weather seemed like it would be poor that day, so instead of retreating to her little forest cove to hide, she had found a quiet and secluded corner of the library. Back near the thick legal volumes and tax code, she doubted many people would wander her way. The tiny table she had claimed was hidden by the shelves, so unless someone was actively hunting through the library to find her, most would never know she was there. And for once, she didn't have her Bible open to read. Instead, a fiction book. A guilty pleasure, one she enjoyed a fair bit.<em>The Perks of Being A Wallflower,</em>by Stephen Chbosky.