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Post by 'Fauna on Jan 3, 2009 23:00:01 GMT -5
Fauna moved through the shelves of books, she knew nothing of these stories. Who the heck was Harry Potter? She sighed, they had none of her favourite authors in here. Some library. Slender fingers ran across the plastic wrapped spines, trying to spot a book that she may like. All te covers were overwhelming, bright reds, blues, greens, even silver. All the books she had ever read in her old land were sensible in leather or fabric covers. None of this 'plastic' stuff.
She was walking out of the young adults fiction now and a very welcome sight met her eyes. The rich, familiar covers of old fashioned books. Her mood instantly lightened, and it took all of her self sontrol not to skip to the shelf of promise. Her brown eyes scanned the books, bright with hope, maybe these books would be familiar. Shakespeare? Bronte? Who were all these people?! Fauna frowned, the small crease appearing between her eyebrows like it always did when she was concerned. Well it couldn't hurt to give one of them a try, I might even like it. Fauna nodded and picked 'Twelfth Night' off the shelf.
The Fable walked ack to her usual chair. One of the comfy arm chairs by the window. It was a nice day outside, but she didn't really feel like being out in the open right now. She was dressed in a simple black shirt that hugged her skinny figure and a pair of baggy, washed-out jeans. Her long brown hair was tied in a high ponytail, messy in a fashionable manner, her make-up was light seeing as it was the weekend and one of her 'bum out' days. Thats what the students called them anyway. How a relaxing day really refered to a bum Fauna didn't understand at all. It just didn't make any sense. But not much really did make sense here. She sighed again, softer this time as she sat and opened the book up to the first page. Fauna pushed a strand of brown air out of her face and shifted slightly on her seat, both legs curled up at her chest. The language was strange, but still very beautiful, she understood it well enough. The girl stifled a yawn and kept reading. |
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Post by wendy m.a. darling on Jan 4, 2009 14:14:07 GMT -5
To think, I thought myself real
___ Wendy stepped into the library, her first time walking into the actual room, and she wasn't even looking for it. On her shoulder, was the strap to her camera case with her camera inside. She wanted to spend the day in the Photography room, by herself, working on the pictures she took. But somehow, she ended up in the library. Her blue eyes scanned around the room, her lips pressed together. She wandered around the room, staring at all the books. "Wow..." She mumbled softly to herself.
She stumbled forward, as she tripped over a step stool. She blushed and looked around, hoping that no one saw it. She brushed off her black pencil skirt and cream colored blouse. She brushed her red hair out of her eyes, and took a step towards the desks, and took a seat. It was safer to sit than continue walking around.
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Post by 'Fauna on Jan 6, 2009 15:03:59 GMT -5
Now this was getting a tad confusing. SO the girl dressed up as a boy to do what exactly? And now on of the noble girls has fallen in love with the girl dressed as a boy, oh, thats not very good... Fauna was entranced by this book, it had a great plot, a good idea behind it. She giggled, it had its funny parts too. Wasn't there a modern movie based on this book? She was certain there was, She's The Man or something like that. People had said it was funny. She made a note to find it on DVD, and another to get someone to teach her how to work the d**n thing again. She shrugged, there was only one way to learn.
The scraping of a chair against the floor pulled Fauna away from her book, she gazed in the sounds direction, a small frown of concern on her face. Her head cocked to the side, and a smile lite up her face when she noticed Wendy, a pretty girl who sat at her lunch table. The red head was sitting now, she was a bit of a kluts, but Fauna thought it was cute. She stood, letting the book fall closed. She would remember where she was up to, years of habit. The tall Fable walked over to Wendy and sat opposite her, the small smile on her face, "You okay? I heard you trip, sounded nasty," Not entirely true, but 'I came over just to talk to you' wasnt really how Fauna liked to appear, people got annoyed with those types of people quickly. She folded her long fingers together on the tabnle in front of her, looking at Wendy with a mix of friendly concern and interest.
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Post by wendy m.a. darling on Jan 7, 2009 13:34:35 GMT -5
To think, I thought myself real
___ Wendy's blue eyes shot up to look at Fauna as she sat down. A look of recognition appeared on her face as did a smile. "Oh... well. Yes, I've tripping a lot lately. Not exactly use to my surroundings..." She explained with a whisper. They were in library nonetheless, she figured it was best to be quiet and not get in trouble with the mean looking Librarian. "Nothing too bad." She added with a small shrug. "I've been through worst." She mumbled her smile widening at the thought. Course, walking of the plank on Captain Hook's ship wasn't the best situation but it was certainly interesting.
She turned her attention back to Fauna. "It's Fauna right? I'm absolutely dreadful with names, especially when I'm meeting so many who are the same situation that I'm in... Its hard to keep it all straight. So I'm sorry if I messed up or mixed up..." She added looking rather unsure of herself. Wendy was out of her element. At home in London, with Nana and her Family, or in the wilds of Never Neverland, Wendy was her true self. Calm and collected. Here she was rather nervous if she offended someone, the students weren't actually forgiving.
"So, what brings you here... besides the books, obviously..." She asked her tone changing to a happy one.
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