Snippet #2451008

Eleanor sat alone in the quiet library, as she did for the vast majority of her time. Despite the massive size and almost infinite wisdom of the place, no-one else ever seemed to come in here. Then again, perhaps that actually had something to do with why that was the case. Eleanor looked around the room at the three cameras she could see from her position at one of the reading tables. She watched them, just as they were watching her. There was something that the smallish brunet couldn't quite understand about whoever it was on the other side of those cameras; why, when it was obvious that she was aware, at least in part, of what they were doing, did they not act against her? Were they perhaps just confidant that she could not do anything to interfere with them?

Perhaps. And perhaps they were even completely correct to assume that as the case. Even so, Eleanor had still been doing what she could to uncover the mysteries behind this place. For starters, she knew where many of the cameras' blind spots were all over the building, and where all of the library's were. She knew she couldn't get any information out of any of the adults, and she hadn't run into many children, so her current plan was to find an unobserved air vent, in some out of the way location, to do a little eavesdropping in the employees only sections. Unfortunately, such things were more difficult to find than she originally thought, especially while trying to seem inconspicuous.

Eleanor had just been considering the foolishness of the hotel for trying to brainwash people, while still stocking their library with the works of George Orwell, when she heard what sounded like footsteps running through the halls. The footfalls were too heavy for a small child, which were usually the only guests one would find running indoors, probably those of a young male, based on the sound of their weight, and too quick for someone who was just excited or in a hurry. As a result, Eleanor determined the most likely possibilities to be either a young guest trying to escape from employees, or employees pursuing a guest. Either way, this was of interest to her.

Swiftly, the girl made her way to a nearby door, opened it, and leaned outside. At first there was nothing but the footfalls growing louder, until finally a boy with brown hair came into view. Judging by his attire, he was most definitely not a member of the staff, and the knife in his hand supported her theory of a guest on the run. Expressionlessly, she nodded her head toward the inside of the library, in an attempt to wordlessly indicate that he should come inside. Assuming he was willing to follow, she'd lead him to one of the blind spots. before learning what she could from and about his situation.