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Post by kevion on Aug 22, 2009 10:17:22 GMT -7
Tuesday, 1:25 P.M., Library
Shadow sat down at a table and booted up his laptop. As he was waiting, he looked at the book his friend Lucinda gave him. It was a hard-covered book about mythical creatures. He flipped it open to a random page and took a quick glance at it. Tuesdays were never good for him. Nothing to do all day.
((ooc: Please put the time; you never know when you need the time...in the story))
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Aug 29, 2009 13:58:18 GMT -7
Ramses and Lyra entered the library and decided to meet up at the first floor at 2:00. Ramses headed for the place where they had all the CD's and Lyra walked up to the level that had fiction.
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Post by kevion on Aug 29, 2009 15:14:32 GMT -7
Tuesday, 1:35
Lucinda slowly tottered up the stairs to the first floor. She was going to test to see if Shadow was worthy enough to know. She hoped to see Alex, Annalysha, or maybe even Lyra here to hear their opinion. She got the first floor and walked around.
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Post by Chloe on Sept 18, 2009 18:53:03 GMT -7
It was a cold day. Not like the normal cold days with blasting wind, or snow or hail. The winds did blow and, wrapping her scarf more tightly around her neck, Harrald entered the warmth of her favorite sanctuary. The Library. It contained countless records and always had an available book for her liking. Under one arm she carried the book 'The Fright' which she did intend on returning today. Swung over her left shoulder was her purse, which rarely held anything. Today it contained $50, an empty bag that had once contained a sandwich, and her library card. She strutted in not with grace or poise or confidence, but in the appearance of one who really wanted to get in and get out. She was always like that, though. Ever since Harrald had been a little girl her name had been her downfall. She still had a ground-level self esteem and even though she was a psychiatrist herself she had many issues she still needed to work out. One such issue that kept playing itself over in her mind was Tyson.
Ever since she'd met him he'd caused her nothing but trouble. It had been in this very library, as a matter of fact. He'd been reading some book about a guy with wings. She'd been trying to reach a book on a high shelf, and his tall self came to her aid. Then they chattered quietly and pretty soon she had a dinner date. After four consecutive dates she'd begun to call him her boyfriend, and once she'd asked him about it and he'd said he wanted to be her boyfriend, as he referred to her as 'his girl'. But then he'd stopped calling, they'd stopped going out, and she was about ready to cry herself. Because her one true chance at happiness was shot down. She'd always felt somewhat secure around him, and she had a growing confidence by his side. But now he deliberately avoided her so often now that she began to doubt her own heart's desires. So she quickly hurried to the counter and handed her book over to the librarian as the thoughts of Tyson ran through her head. Turning around, she sighed and decided to take a book to look at. Curious, she went over to the familiar fantasy section and after scanning for what seemed like ages, she found the book she'd first seen Tyson reading. With a winged man on the cover. Taking a seat next to a young-looking boy with a laptop, she flipped open the book and began to read the first chapter.
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Post by Chloe on Sept 19, 2009 20:16:38 GMT -7
The first chapter of the book was about some mutated people. One had wings, one had fins, and the list went on. She put down the book after the first three pages, bored. She sighed and looked over at the man with the computer. Then she gave in, standing up and sighing as she did so. She picked up the book and quickly put it away in its spot. She couldn't help but think of Tyson as she put away the book. Then she realized that she might as well make her time worth while. She scanned through the aisles, looking for a book that might be even slightly worth while. And then she saw it. It was in the oldest section of the library, one that was dark and dusty and hardly cared for. It was here in this dark aisle that she saw a thick-backed dark brown leather book with gold page coating and gold letters, reading Life As We Knew It. She smiled and extended her dainty arm up to grasp it. And missed. She was much too short to reach. With a sigh, she popped up on her tip toes and reached higher. Then a strange arm followed hers, gracefully reaching up and plucking the book easily off the shelf. She turned to see a tall, muscular man who looked very familiar. However, his dark brown hair and soft blue eyes threw her off.
He carefully handed her the book and smiled.
"Have I seen you somewhere?" She asked curiously. His smile continued and he spoke in an attractive and alluring deep voice.
"Well, by the description I've heard from my brother you must be Harrald Star, eh?" Harrald gasped, frowning.
"Y-you know me from you brother?" She asked, her voice somewhat filled with unease and worry. The stranger laughed.
"Actually, you left this back at the return desk." He said as he handed Harrald her library card. "The librarian asked me to return it. But besides that, my names Douglas. Douglas Santo." He said with a soft smile.
"Santo? As in Tyson Santo's brother?"
"Elder, yes. You're his girl, right?" He asked, pointing to a seat at an empty table. She nodded and followed him to it.
"Yeah, he and I are dating. Sort of. Is something wrong? I mean, he seems to just hate and ignore me all the time." She said softly.
"No, he still loves you. I think."
"Well, I sure hope so." Harrald said, and the casual chatting began.
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Sept 20, 2009 19:03:42 GMT -7
Whitney strode into the library, with confidence. It was always good to have literature to read so to get some she was going to have to get a library card. Besides, a library card with her allias on it would always be more convincing to any cops that it was her real name. She went over to the front desk and asked if she could get a library card made and was told to go over to another counter off to the side. Whitney gave the person stationed at one of the computers her fake ID and told the woman all of the information about her new allias. After a few minutes she had a librar card. She smiled at the woman at the computer and slipped the card into her purse.
Today Whitney's purse contained only the essentials, a compact and a gun.
She wandered over to the fantasy section and let her fingers run over the spines of the books as she walked by. All she ever read was fiction, but her favorites were fantasy. Maybe it was because most things in medieval kindoms didn't remind her of real life and forcefully make her remember that she was on the run, and nothing was going to change that. She sighed knowing that it was going to be difficult finding a book and sat down on the ground, leaning against the shelf of books behind her.
Looking down the aisle to where it ended and there were tables in the open space she could see two people sitting next to eachother talking. They might have been a couple, or maybe just friends, they might have just met eachother, either way it made Whitney sad to see them talking. She wished she could waste time getting to know people, that she could afford to trust someone with a secret or two...........
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Post by Chloe on Sept 22, 2009 15:50:45 GMT -7
Harrald Star blinked her eyes in surprise at how interesting her new friend was. Well, maybe more than a friend? She suddenly had an idea, though she hardly wanted to comply. She hated to break poor Tyson's heart, but maybe this was what he wanted. Probably. She then slid her bag closer to her and smiled in a friendly manner. She stood up and nodded at Douglas.
"Excuse me a moment? I have to go make a call." She said, and he nodded dismissively. She still didn't have a Cell Phone as her job hardly kept her rent up. She needed a way to make money but it seemed impossible this time of year. All the experienced counselors seemed to always be chosen over her. But she knew one day she'd get a job that didn't require her to organize paperwork for a company that gave her one day off a week, Tuesday. She quickly scurried over to the Library's phone and dialed the number quickly. Tyson picked up his cell on the other line.
"Tyson Santo speaking."
"Hey, Tyson." Harrald said quietly, nervous.
"Harrald? What do you want?" His voice sounded somewhat annoyed.
"Actually, I want to break up with you. I mean, it seems we hardly have time for each other."
"Alrighty, glad you called." Then he hung up. How rude. Not an apology or a question or anything. Just an o-k and he was off. Harrald was somewhat saddened, but mostly shocked and surprised. How could any man treat her like that? She stormed in frustration back toward the table where she knew her future sat. She'd make Tyson see how great she could be. And she would finally be happy with the man that she was beginning to like more and more by the minute. She was going to ask out the best man she'd ever met. Tyson's brother, Douglas Santo.
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Sept 22, 2009 18:52:28 GMT -7
Whitney watched the girl go peacefully off and then ranging back. What was her problem? Maybe the two would have a fight, ooooooooooo, that would be fun. She scooted closer so she could hear better.
((((((ooc; srry if its kinda short, i just can't find an opening for her to actually get involved)))))
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Post by Chloe on Sept 23, 2009 21:06:35 GMT -7
[[S'fine]]
Harrald smiled casually at Douglas as she quickly took her seat, trying not to show her frustration at his younger brother. Douglas certainly seemed the more mature one.
"Hey, so I was wondering... dinner tomorrow at seven?" She asked in a calm manner.
"I shouldn't have dinner with my brother's girlfriend, but..."
"We broke up, Douglas. Didn't you know?"
"No, I didn't. Well, I can't say no so I guess seven it is. We can meet here and walk over to the bistro, okay?" Douglas said with a brief nod, and Harrald shook her head in response for a 'yes'. Then she looked over at a girl who'd been staring at them a while.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" Harrald called out to the stranger.
[[There, that help?]]
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Sept 25, 2009 19:13:45 GMT -7
Whitney quickly stood up and smiled nervously, she didn't like getting caught evesdropping.
"Naw, I-I'm good."
She smiled, but then it faltured as one of her schiztsophrenic voices, Angela, piped in.
Look at your self, wanting to socialize but you're too cowardly to do anything. You sicken me. I could hear the sneer in her voice.
Give her a break, Sean countered, I mean, really. You tell her to stop listening in on people's conversations when your form of 'hanging out' is to gun people down and kick 'em in the ribs.
I gritted my teeth and muttered under my breath, "Please be quiet."
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Post by Chloe on Sept 26, 2009 8:48:45 GMT -7
"Hmmm?" Harrald said, standing up. But Douglas quickly stood up and rested his hand on Harrald's shoulder. "Hey, meet you outside?" Harrald just nodded and turned, leaving quickly. Douglas took a step toward the newcomer.
"Excuse me, miss. But I recognize you from somewhere... What's your name?" He inquired somewhat curiously. Because he thought he knew her from somewhere... Tyson. Tyson could tell him about her. Probably. He figured as much, since Tyson had that strange sense that could tell him bits about a person. But it came and went. Whatever, Douglas knew he knew this girl from somewhere...
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Sept 27, 2009 13:16:21 GMT -7
(ooc; hav a place they know eachother from in mind?)
I backed away from him, just a step, as Maddy whispered her opinions in my head.
Creep, creep, creep, creep!
"M-me?" I stuttered stupidly. "My name's Christy."
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Post by Chloe on Sept 28, 2009 17:12:44 GMT -7
[[Nope. xD She come to the library often? He would recognize her if she did... -nods secretively-]]
"Really? Oh... Hey, I gotta go ask someone something. Mind if you wait here a minute?" Douglas said with a soft smile, holding out his hand as he hurried around the table, sliding and bounding past surprised faces as he tried to get to the back of the library. He did so and found his way back to the very farthest corner of the library where he took out a card and opened the 'Employees Only' door and snuck inside. Then he crept around to a room that was a connecting hall full of pipes. Making sure nobody was around, he took off his shirt and sprouted his wings quickly. Then heading up, he flew above one large metal pipe and popped into an otherwise invisible shaft up. Once he reached the top and turned, he flew into the small apartment-sized house that was his and his brothers' place. It had a kitchenette, a bunk bed, and a television. It was heated and air conditioned, and had running water and a drain pipe that could turn the kitchenette into a shower by hooking the movable sink head onto a ring. It was a nice place. Douglas smiled as he saw Tyson pecking away at his computer keyboard.
"Ty, can you come help me for a second?"
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Sept 28, 2009 18:48:21 GMT -7
I wanted to back away, I wanted to run, I wanted to get away before the guy came back. But this was a behavior I had pounded into my mind and stood no chance against my natural,though surpressed, insticnt to socialize. So I stood there, jittery and nervous, listening to the voices argueing amongst themselves.
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Post by Chloe on Sept 28, 2009 20:02:46 GMT -7
Tyson sighed and set down his computer. He didn't at all like the fact that they had to jump down a hole in the floor and then fly into a back room of pipes and such. But it was the best place for them, since they had a better life above ground than below. He sighed again and as Douglas rolled his eyes he sat up and tentatively took off his shirt. He really didn't like having to use his wings. Or taking off his shirt in public for any matters. Or in front of anyone, even his brother. He wasn't the kind of guy to do such a thing. He preferred staying on his bottom bunk of the bed on his laptop. Oh well. He quickly took off his button-up blue shirt to reveal a much less muscular build. He also allowed his wings out, but unlike the typical white wings he had falcon-brown ones. The underside of each feather, along with the underside of each wing, was a fiery blood-red. The underside of his wings had red-orange wing stripes, an his eyes - normally green - they were tinted and streaked with parts of red, making them look oddly bloodshot around the green. As he leaped down the shaft and hit the bottom, his eyes had turned entirely brown with red tinges. But as his wings vanished, they slowly faded back to normal green. By the time he reached the door out they were green again. He followed his brother until he saw the girl who Douglas had informed her was named Christy. Tyson smiled.
"Dude, I don't think we've seen her anywhere.... But..."
"But what?" Douglas asked, frowning.
"Something isn't right..."
"Yeah?" Douglas said, almost on edge. Tyson shook his head.
"I trust her and you should too, that's all you need to know." Douglas looked a bit down. "Now go meet your girl out front." Douglas at first started, then nodded and raced off toward the library main door.
"Hey, don't worry. You'll get friends here yet, Whitney." And with that, Tyson winked and turned, walking away quickly.
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Post by \~|STORM|~/ on Sept 28, 2009 20:21:59 GMT -7
What had he just called me? No[/i] one knew my real name, no one. Not even the police who thought they were so d**m smart. As soon as he said my name my dear mental friends went absolutely silent, and in the quiet library the effect was overwhelming. I swooned as if the silence were a noonday sun, but quickly recovered as I heard a new voice whisper in my ear. I had heard this person before, from a long time ago, and I realised who she was; me.
Get him
I ran to the door that said 'Employees Only' on it right after it closed. Sh*t! I pulled up the bottom of my jeans on my left leg to reveal a little hunting knife sheathed and strapped to my ankle. I took it out and jammed it into the slot for the card employees are supposed to have. After a few seconds of sliding the blade through the door popped open. I smiled knowing this technique never failed. I went in and found myself in a back room full of pipes. No sign of Mystery Man anywhere.
"Uhg!" I screamed in frustration.
I sat on the cement floor wanting to pull my hair out but settling on banging the back of my head against the wall.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.........
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