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Post by TODD MATTHEW BARRIE on Jul 30, 2011 20:21:56 GMT
The week hadn't been going particularly well for Todd Barrie, but today was starting to look better. He had decided to continue university for a double masters degree, starting this year - a feat of its own - and already the inklings of regret were building up in the back of his mind. It wasn't the classes or the essays or the thesis, but rather the location. He had considered transferring schools for his masters, but then he remembered four years ago. Moving from home to a new city, he had thought would rid him of the responsibilities his family held him to, but alas, they had just used him to expand their drug market. To start over again would be more troublesome than dealing to the clients in Canterbury for a while longer. He had thought that, but it turned out differently. His summer spent back home had upset a few of his more upscale clients who trusted none but the Barrie name. He wasn't quite fond of being held responsible for their slack of input to their addiction. Of course, Todd hated being held responsible for their addictions in the first place.
And yet, a week and a half back on campus and he'd had more meetings with clients than chances to catch up with friends. Between sorting out everything for school and making up for lost time, he was only now making his way to the library. He had already bought the necessary textbooks for his classes, but he did like to get a head start on the classes. He still felt it was a little early in the year to befriend his new professors and ask about the latest research, but he was terribly interested. Aside from things to do with his studies, he could always use the random book to distract himself from life. While his trips to the library were not frequent, they were long and something he always enjoyed doing. He browsed the shelves and felt a familiar calm come over him.
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Post by PRUDENCE CHELSI HONEYWELL on Jul 30, 2011 20:40:08 GMT
prudence had finished her articles for that week. the news had been thin on the ground, at least in her department. the usual update on the state of the cathedral and reasons why people should contribute to it's maintenance fund, a new art gallery opening up and a small piece on the success of a university graduate in america were hardly thrilling news articles. unfortunately, unless prudence was about to start writing about the gorier news stories, she wasn't going to have hard hitting stories. in the end, she'd volunteered to try starting a new column. 'this week one hundred years ago' would at least mean she had to do some proper research before she could write the article. consequently she was no in the city library, going through the archives.
the library was a place that prudence was familiar with. as a student, she'd used it almost constantly. then as a journalist she used her press pass to get into collections that were meant to be limited access. as a woman who enjoyed learning and new information, this was definitely one of the perks to her job. now in the library, her starbucks coffee in hand and identification around her neck, prudence started through the shelves. with an entire afternoon to waste, she didn't feel like working straight away. instead, she moved through other shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of books until she found something that sounded interesting. upon inspecting the contents page, prudence found it was actually very boring.
she continued through the shelves, seeing another person in there with her but not sure of the etiquette for socialising in a libary now that she was no longer a student. as she grew closer to him, inspecting titles of books, she kept her distance relatively safe, then moved around him and resumed going through the titles. oddly, for prudence was naturally shy, she felt the urge to talk to the dark haired stranger. however, her throat closed up at the thought of starting conversation. she settled for companionable silence.
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Post by TODD MATTHEW BARRIE on Jul 30, 2011 21:22:23 GMT
Todd glanced up from a book shortly as a woman entered the area, vaguely noting the ID card dangling from her neck. He was reading the preface of a thick biography. A scientist he'd not heard of -- according to the preface, her contributions were very few but important in that they raised pressing questions for those after her to ask. He skimmed to see if she herself had written any books, but the author of the biography didn't say anything on the matter. He moved down the shelf, looking under her name to check, but found nothing.
Now, to be completely honest, Todd wasn't very experienced in navigating the library. He usually stuck to the section on chemistry or physics or autobiographies, occasionally drifting over to science fiction, but those were his little coves of information. To branch out was something that reminded him of his first week of university. The library was huge and not easily navigable, he believed. Assuming the ID tags around her neck signified that she worked here, Todd approached the dark haired woman without thinking.
"Excuse me, I was hoping you could tell me how to find anything written by the subject of this biography?" he asked politely. He glanced up from the book he was holding to show her, and smiled, somewhat startled by the eyes that met his. He didn't want to look away from her, and he didn't know why. "I'm kind of lost in here," he said with an expression of amused resignation, shrugging his shoulders slightly.
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Post by PRUDENCE CHELSI HONEYWELL on Jul 30, 2011 21:45:15 GMT
prudence picked up a slim volume from the shelves and moved it back up a shelf into it's correct place, according to the dewey decimal system. she may not have worked in the library, but she was mildly obsessive compulsive and liked things to be in their correct place. on closer inspection, she recognised the name on the cover of the book and opened it to flick through, trying to work out why she'd felt the the spark of recognition. she couldn't place it until she saw the author's photo on the back sleeve and realised he'd given a talk at university. curiosity satisfied, she replaced the book and turns in the direction of a quiet voice.
the man looked slightly awkward as he asked her for help. prudence looked down at her i.d when she saw his eyes flick to it and blushed slightly, realising his mistake. she held her hands out for the book he was holding, not prepared to embarrass him by correcting him. his smile made prudence relax slightly and she read the books author and the person who'd been written about. his confession of confusion made prudence smile a little in sympathy. not everyone had her knowledge of libraries it would seem. she handed the book back to him carefully, her delicate fingers gentle on the book cover. "we'll have to check the database." she said, her voice soft and softened further by the quiet of the library.
with a gentle nod of her head, she led the man to the closest of the touch screen computer's available to the general public. she brought up the catalogue. then, scanning her i.d, she brought up the search facility usually reserved for librarians. "if you just type in the name you want to find, it will bring up any books or journals that match." she explained, stepping out of the way but letting her fingers rest on the side of the screen still. for a stranger, the man put her at considerable ease. "do you know how to read the dewey decimal system in this library?" she asked, watching the search items come up. she quickly tapped a button to reorder them by author instead of title. "you're best looking in the sevens section, third column along, second shelf down. that's where most of these books are kept."
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