In the Library with the Rope
Jack wandered the halls of the mansion without any real destination. In the short amount of time he’d been there he had run into a good number of people, but still the place was odd. All the people who had arrived thus far were all connected in some way, but he couldn’t place why he had run into two Gils. The blonde also couldn’t get rid of the feeling that him being here, or all of them being here was a distraction. Anything could be happening in their “dimension” as Oz had called it. It was his responsibility to make up for his mistakes of the past.
Glenn . . . .
Jack opened a pair of doors to find the library. The carpet was a deep forest green and the shelves were a deep mahogany. It really was a beautiful collection, whoever it belonged to. Jack traced a finger curiously across the books like a kid would a stick on a fence, randomly selecting one and opening it without reading the title. The smell was heavy, a musty stale flavor hanging in the air around him as he thumbed the pages without bothering to read the text. He stopped on a picture in black and white, a print. A man was at a desk that had writing on it too small for Jack to read. He had his head buried in his arms slumped over the desk that was covered in papers and pens. The man was trying to hide himself away from the shadows that swarmed around him belonging to owls with human eyes, accusatory, demonic, and wild. When Jack noticed one staring straight out of the page he shut the book quickly, and slid it back into its tomb.
The title was simple- Goya.
Deciding that randomly picking a book was a bad idea, Jack sauntered further into the room.
[[ooc: Anyone come play please! <3]]