<div class="floatleft">(http://image.tmdb.org/t/p/original/vYpKoGWVwyol6KomMe8IZdgOnBm.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hajime Amagi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Uranus<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Campus - Library<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th, 4:00 P.M.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue shirt and dark jeans.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>The sound of pages being turned were intensified by the silence that reigned over the library. Each step that was taken echoed on the hard, wooden floor. The atmosphere was heavy with concentration and the faint sound of pens sliding on paper. In this quiet place, a young man sat leisurely on one of the chairs, his right hand holding a book upright so as to comfortably read it. He could not find comfort in the chair, though; he had tried a lot of positions and none of them felt like the right choice, so he had to make-do with the one that did not cause him back pains.<br/><br/>Hajime Amagi flipped a page deftly with his thumb, his eyes devouring line after line of literature. He seemed absorbed by it, as though he could be able to pass through the words and paragraphs and see something else, something that only a capable reader could see. As everyone else was working on their class projects or homework, he was just reading for pleasure. Hajime's own homework had bored him, so he decided to take a break. After all, he was in a secluded, silent room that seemed isolated from the rest of the world.<br/><br/>However, he was not reading just for the sake of it, but to delay his going back home. Hajime realized that he was only having breakfast, dinner and sleeping at his house at the moment. His father had called him several times during class to ask him if there was anything wrong or if there was something that Hajime was hiding from him. His answer always was that he was busy with college work and that that stopped him from coming back. Stretching the lie any further would just expose him and he would have to confront his father. The young man thought of living on his own, but for that he would need to work part time. He certainly did not want to work for his father...<br/><br/>He sighed, closing his eyes before rubbing the bridge of his nose. "This is useless." He murmured in Japanese. "I can't focus if I keep thinking of that."