We Are Bulletproof

[chirp=http://www.raaseltine.com/rafiles/yu-ha-min-200.png]Looking to start a writing critique group.[/chirp]

Shelf after shelf, books lined the walls. Dusty old tomes in the back, historical reference books, and books on the occult--that was what Shadow currently perused as he slowly stepped through the stacks. These books were not to be checked out, unfortunately, so it meant that Shadow had to stay in the building with the books to look for the things he wanted to know.

Research was a big part of his work as an animator. It was an often forgotten part of the job. The people who watched his animations and impatiently demanded "Moar, moar!" had no idea just how meticulous Shadow was about his work. Every line spoken by his characters had to be thoroughly researched and since his characters were entrenched in the occult, that meant he needed to know more about creatures of the night.

Hazleton had a sort of dark atmosphere in and of itself, so even this library lent itself to the vibe of his work. He suspected that the vibe came from his upbringing, his life, and his environment, though. It certainly didn't come out of nowhere. He'd always wanted to write about the dark side of humanity.

A book entitled Creatures of the Night caught his eye. It was an enormous book, a rusty red color with gilded words. Shadow slid it out from the shelf, noting that it wasn't as dusty as some of the books in the area. Interesting. Shadow turned the book over in his hands. The back offered no explanations. Hefting the heavy book against one arm, he opened it and idly paged through it.

Satisfied that it seemed to have the kind of information he sought, Shadow brought the book over to one of the smaller tables in the library. It was a cushioned booth inside an alcove. It wasn't until he sat on the lap of the first occupant that he realized there was another occupant.

Quickly, Shadow shot up. The book jerked out of his hand.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled his apology with a lowered head.