Mathias | Dorms

Mathias sat quite bored on his bed frame -yes just a bed frame- no sheets, no mattress and certainly no pillows. The darn moving company had called and said they took the wrong turn and ended up in another town and it wouldn't be another day or so till they back track and make it to the academy. So here he was fiddling with his laptop, on top of a wire frame using his suit case of clothes and toiletries as a temporary head rest. 
The New England weather wasn't all too different from the Moscow air, and the Korikovs making sure to drill the local languages of a operation area to their hunters made settling into the local community quite comfortable. His first few days in America were nice, some intrepid young bilingual airport attendants saw his last name and attempted to make small talk in German, but he just stared blankly at them and explained he was a Russian native through and through. He spoke very little of his ancestral tongue, he and his father would often joke that between the two of them, they can probably pass off for a kindergarten student on their best days. Still he wanted to at least be able to greet his grandfather in German. 
Anyways he couldn't be of much use just sulking here, so he opted to head for the library and check out some medical texts, and maybe some of those famous American comics. What he found in the library was quite impressive actually, the place as he could see had quite a varied assortment of tomes and tales, it certainly wasn't your everyday library. No, that was an understatement, it was fuck-huge, the Korikov's archives were quite large, but this certainly would hold a rather large flame in the book worm competition. What a wonderful place to be.

|Library|
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Nevermind, fuck this, its too big. Where the hell are the comics- err he means medical books? Hell, the Q section of the mystery genre took up its own damn wing. 

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And now he was in the damn history section. How? Why? When? The world will never know. He was about to give up when he saw a silhouette further into a aisle. He was visibly excited at this point to finally find help and had to keep a conscious effort not to just yell out for. He started to jog,

'Finally this torment will stop-'

[i]Crash[/i]

He just tripped over those weird rolling library ladders- another appropriate reason to hate large libraries, or rather libraries in general. Everything can be gotten online these days, why did he have to decide to go here, it would have be- oh shoot, the silhouette might have noticed his little accident. He wanted to run away at this point but his ankle hurt too much, at this point he was done and just kinda let a phrase commonly uttered by his grandpa out.

[i]"Ficken diese"[/i]

[@Emma]