Carlos Mitchell
3rd year 
Psychology Major
So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin, therefore pity me not.
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Post by Carlos Mitchell on May 3, 2011 1:37:48 GMT -5
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the broken, the beaten and the damned? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It’s afternoon, and several people were in the library, looking up information the good old fashioned way: via books. There was a systematic way of organization in a library, and it was blatantly clear even in when locating things. For example, the Dewey Decimal system which was necessarily applied to every library. Some were just book-lovers, and they came to the Hopkins Library to relieve their stress by reading a romance novel or an autobiography… whichever their fancy was.
Working at such a place was Carlos as a library assistant. He had been there for about two hours already, organizing books which had just been returned that day. True, he was appreciating this kind of work, but he found it a tad wasteful to be around so many books and not being able to read them. Carlos thought that he would have time to do so when he had finished all the work he had for the day, and he could settle into a lax state as his shift ended.
The pay wasn’t so bad, too. When he was looking for a part-time job, he saw the noticeable difference between the salary of a library aid and a bouncer at one of those clubs. He had been tempted to take the latter job, but Carlos noted the effort that would require; he would have to push, possibly carry someone out, and even though he has the muscles for such jobs, he was too lazy to actually put them to use. And so he settled for the library job.
Carlos eventually found himself among the shelves, rearranging books. He was rather entranced by the title of some, and was a bit… preoccupied. |
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Adelaide Phoenyx Rae
2nd year
criminal justice major
english minor
art minor
soccer team
tennis team
"life's not just black and white, it has many shades of gray"
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Post by Adelaide Phoenyx Rae on May 3, 2011 21:03:02 GMT -5
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~YOU KEEP REPEATING ME LINES THAT YOU~ THINK I WANNA HEAR
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[/color][/font][/size][/center] .Wordcount: 300..Place: Hopkins Library..Tag: Carlos..Notes: I was so tempted to have the book slip or something. Oh well..Lyrics: Adelaide by Anberlin.[/div] ~BUT I DON'T WANNA HEAR~ ANYMORE [/td][/tr][/table] Table by Cloud from KC and Ventus from KU[/center] |
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Carlos Mitchell
3rd year
Psychology Major
So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin, therefore pity me not.
Posts: 38
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Post by Carlos Mitchell on May 16, 2011 8:20:32 GMT -5
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the broken, the beaten and the damned? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Carlos smirked as he read the spine of the book in his hand, which was in perfect condition. Undead and Unemployed was the title, and he could not help but shake his head while he pushed it into its proper place on the shelf. It seemed to him that the authors of his generation were simply recycling old, worn-out, clichéd plots that were already originally used half a century ago. He thought it was a pity that instead of a new, broader vision to explore, people were depending on something already proven to be effective when marketing their novels. It made him want to wring his own neck, just for being born a century late, and briefly believe in reincarnation, so that maybe he’d be born again in a time where originality was unfailing as it was in the Elizabethan Age.
Had he not flicked his eyes to the left, he would not have noticed the presence of a girl. Carlos then assumed that she was either a member of the University who was a neat freak, or suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, for putting books on the shelves, or another library aid. In other words, a part-time colleague. There was an absence of books in his hands, and with the slightest registration on his brain, Carlos realized that he had done his task, and he could very well sit at a table, or the back room, or wherever, with a stack of classics in hand, and read his way merrily through them.
Carlos tilted his head slightly to get a better view of what the girl was doing, which was trying ineffectively to reach the topmost shelf. He would have been in fairly good terms with pretending he was blind and walk away, but as he gave her a quick once-over, another option popped in his head. Or he could help the other library aid with her work. It seemed tedious- after all, he’s done a lot of work already! Why couldn’t he just get a break? (No matter the fact that he took breaks every fifteen minutes.)
With a dejected sigh, Carlos’s “gentleman” façade won over his uncompleted desire. He took a few steps gingerly to cross the space between them, and in the same manner Carlos took the book she was trying hard to shelf and put it in. However, he had mistaken the proper position of the book, and he had placed it two books away from its rightful position. Carlos would then face the girl, eye her momentarily, before giving a curt nod. “Art thou done for the day?” he asked conversationally, although it was noticeable in his tone that he was a bit grudging.
TAGGED: ADELAIDE/OPEN. WORDCOUNT: 735.
NOTES: Sorry it's super late! -headdesks-TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION. |
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Adelaide Phoenyx Rae
2nd year
criminal justice major
english minor
art minor
soccer team
tennis team
"life's not just black and white, it has many shades of gray"
Posts: 112
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Post by Adelaide Phoenyx Rae on May 17, 2011 11:52:01 GMT -5
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~YOU KEEP REPEATING ME LINES THAT YOU~ THINK I WANNA HEAR
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[/b][/color][/font][/size] If she had known the guy better, or was just a more talkative sort of person, she may have tried to match the odd sounding tongue that he was using. Neither or those things were accurate though. "And, ah, thank you, for your help, but you uh," she glance it him before looking back to the books, eyes finding the book he had just helped her shelf, "You put the book in the wrong spot." - - - - - - - - - - .Wordcount: 300..Place: Hopkins Library..Tag: Carlos..Notes: O= It's okay, no need to hurt your head! xP.Lyrics: Adelaide by Anberlin.[/div] ~YOU KEEP SENDING ME LOOKS THAT YOU~ THINK I WANNA SEE [/td][/tr][/table] Table by Cloud from KC and Ventus from KU[/center] |
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