no one puts baby in the [C O R N E R] (open)

[Cordelia Johnson-Adair]

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big black boots, long brown hair
she's so sweet with her GET BACK STARE!

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As Cordelia stood before the doors to the library, she couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated, and very, very embarrassed. Amazingly, this was probably the first time she could remember actually going on her own free will to the library. All the other times she had been dragged kicking and screaming (quite literally) by various family members, forced to spend hours just standing there watching them deliberate between books that frankly, she just didn't see the difference between.

A shudder ran down her back as she slowly pushed open the doors, poking her head around the corner and looking around. Almost as soon as she did, she was floored by the sheer amount of books in front of her. She had never seen this many books in one place before! (Not that she had much experience with books other than small back alley book stores). It was almost too much to take in at once, so taking no notice of any stares that may have been directed at her curiously awed form as she wandered open mouthed between the various bookcases, she took in everything around her, practically bouncing with excitement.

And then, when she thought this couldn't get any better, a single word caught her eye, and almost instantly she turned on heel and bounded over to the section she spotted, staring up at the marker with a strange glint in her eye. Archaeology, an entire section dedicated to the cities and discoveries Uncle Jameson had told her stories about. Surely she could find mention of tombs of Pharoahs, ancient cities lost deep in the jungle, and ancient tribes setting themselves upon anyone resilient enough to brave the dangers of the Amazon to find a noble treasure in a lost, cursed temple. The fact that Jameson had, almost certainly, elaborated on stories of mindless digs of sifting through sand and finding almost nothing but a shard of broken pottery never crossed Cordelia's mind. She had complete and total faith in her relatives, and so she reached up for the nearest book, flipped to the back and searched for her Uncle's name in the index and tutted a little when she didn't find it.

Turning the book over she slowly ran her fingers down the cover, feeling the bumps of the binding and the small indentations of the lettering. Another chill went down her spine as suddenly, curiosity stirred within her, and she moved slowly over to a corner and sank down in it, opening the book and carressing the well-worn pages gently, eyes wide as she took in pictures and read words, gasping at the age of the civilizations and murmuring with quiet excitement at the details of items found. Ever death mask made her moan in sympathy, every statue made her "ooh" and "aah" in wonder, and every creation that seemed too elaborate for a people so old made her gasp.

It never really crossed her mind that she might be disturbing someone else in the library, seeing as her noises barely made it out of the corner, but even if she was she was so absorbed in both the words from the book and the images born from her Uncle's fables that she was completely and totally lost in her own world.

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STATUS: Open
TAGGED: Anyone!
WORDS: 543
OUTFIT: simple!
LYRICS: "Are you gonna be my girl?" - Jet
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[Blake Andrews]

Can you hear the desperate cries that are calling out your name...[/b]

Blake's MP3 player was loud enough to chase any stray thoughts from his mind, but not enough to bother any nearby library patrons. Fingering the black, oval shaped, overglorified flash drive with head phones, Blake looked around the room and just began walking.

Twisting your arm, holding out your hands and tugging at your strings...[/b]

He turned his attention to the nearby books and their beautifully leather bound spines and cloth covered edges, leafed in gold and silver lettering. He felt the same calm take him over as last time he was in the library. Class had begun wearing him down, and it was good to escape once in a while. Fishing and withdrawing a pack of ciggarettes, he began stepping rhythym with the Rise Against song pouring in to his ears.

Do you feel this underlying sense of urgency...[/b]

Penetrating the sound of his music was the sounds of a regular girl pouring her adoration and attention in to a book, with no regard as to who else was aware of the attention. Amused, Blake worked his way over and sat in front of her. "Hey," he said lightly. "I'm Blake."

Or are you as blind as me...?[/b]