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Post by Cade Conley on Feb 25, 2009 21:04:10 GMT -5
Cade walked slowly into the library, his favourite place in the world. He caught a whiff of the scent that was there every time he visited; the smell of books, maybe mixed in with a little bit of coffee, and a pinch of dust. It was a smell that might disgust a lot of people, but Cade lived for that smell.
Cade dropped a couple books into the return box, then hurried to the back of the library, his sketchbook tucked under his arm, as always. In the back of the library, nestled between the mystery and romance section, was a small alcove, with a simple red armchair and reading lamp. It seemed like no one ever bothered to come back there, so over the past few months, Cade had done some things to make it his own. He brought some homey touches, such as a wooden clock that he hung on the wall, and a matching fleece blanket and pillow set. He even tucked an extra sketch pad behind the chair, just in case he accidentally forgot his at home.
Cade sat his sketchpad down on the armchair, then wandered down the rows of books. He had a tough objective: to find a book in there he hadn't read. He wandered past the mystery novels, and on to the Young Adult. Cade skimmed it quickly, anything with the word 'young' in it seemed below his reading level. His eyes stopped on a book, one of his favourites, called Speak. He'd read it multiple times, but it never seemed to get old. The main character, Melinda seemed exactly like Cade, except maybe a bit more emo, with a worse work ethic. Finally, giving in, he pulled Speak off the shelf, and began carrying it back to his reading nook. [/blockquote]
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Post by Emilee Susanna Gregan on Feb 25, 2009 22:12:31 GMT -5
“No, I told you I’m fine, don’t worry.” A not so inconspicuous whisper carried down the long rows of book, only very slightly muffled by shelves. With a black and silver phone held to her ear Emilee resisted the temptation to kick at something and just settled with aiming a glare at the carpet. She was on the phone with one of the older girls she had gotten quite close with when she was little, and a almost sisterly bond had grown between them, but at the moment their closeness was under some strain. After Emilee has moved away, the other girl had consistently called her to make sure she was ok, she almost seemed to be convinced that something had to be wrong, which rather annoyed Emilee. Ok, so she did get a bit lonely at times, and she had had some close shaves with money problems, but that didn’t count in Emilee’s book. So technically, everything was fine. However she seemed to be having a really hard time convincing the other girl that this was the case. Emilee was so absorbed her annoyances, she made a sharp turn at the end of the row and almost crashed into someone. “No, seriously. Trust me, ok? I’m fi- shit” with a wobble, she just managed to not knock whoever it was over, but somehow ended up on the carpet. It took her a few seconds to realise what had happened and she quickly disconnected the call and shoved her phone into her jeans pocket before getting up with an extremely embarrassed look on her face. With a sheepish grin, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “Ah, sorry about that, just got a tad.. distracted..”
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Post by Cade Conley on Feb 26, 2009 10:26:17 GMT -5
Cade heard someone whispering in the next row over, as if they were on the phone. That was one thing that annoyed really annoyed him: people who talk on their cell phones in the library. It drove him nuts, it was just so rude.
Cade jumped as he felt something run into him. He took a step forward trying to steady himself, but ended up awkwardly running into the next bookshelf. He turned to see who the perpetrator was, and saw a girl who looked about his age. She held a silver and black phone in her hand, so Cade figured she was the one who had been talking.
Cade was perfectly ready to tell her off. She'd been talking on her phone in the library; a big no-no in Cadeland. As usual, Cade's shyness got the best of him. "S'okay," he muttered in her general direction, then looked down. He went to pick up Speak, which he had dropped during the crash. He looked around, but didn't see it. He stood puzzled for a moment, wondering where it could've gone.
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Post by Emilee Susanna Gregan on Feb 26, 2009 20:11:12 GMT -5
Light pink stained Emilee’s cheeks as she saw the look in his eyes, he was obviously annoyed about it, and her smile wobbled for a second before she bolstered it up again. She thingyed her head at the mutter of ‘s’okay’, he seemed kind of shy; which was completely at odds with what she had expected. Emilee shuffled her feet a little at the uncomfortable silence, and a little puff of dust rose up to tickle her nose, and she only just got her hand to cover her mouth in time before the cute squeak of a sneeze came from her.
When she next looked up again, he was looking around as if searching for something, with a pause, Emilee decided she’d better try and help him look for whatever it was that he’d lost, since it was most likely that it was her fault that it was now lost. “Err.. What’re you looking for..?” she said rather more timidly then she would have usually, after that manoeuvre, she wasn’t sure she’d even be able to look him in the eye.
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Post by Cade Conley on Feb 26, 2009 21:32:27 GMT -5
The girl sneezed, and Cade laughed quietly to himself. It was kind of a cute sneeze, Cade thought, and it sounded like she was trying to hold it in. Without looking up, Cade said. "Bless you."
However, he did look up when he heard her ask about what he was looking for. He blushed lightly. "Oh, just my book. I must've dropped it." He looked up and down the rows. Where could it have gone? he wondered to himself. A book couldn't just grow legs and walk away! [/size]
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Post by Emilee Susanna Gregan on Feb 26, 2009 22:27:01 GMT -5
Emilee blushed furiously and looked towards the book, to the carpet, anywhere but him, as she heard him laugh, geez, how embarrassing could one day get? She thought to herself. At the words “bless you” her head tipped up towards him again, and this time a fainter, but more natural smile stretched her lips. Although it was a simple thing to say, it was one of those things that just automatically brightened how she was feeling; like if she saw someone smiling or laughing on the street. After a second or so, Emilee realised she was still staring and quickly turned her head again before saying “thanks”.
Oh, just my book. I must've dropped it."
At his reply, Emilee did the same thing as him and looked up and down the row of bookshelves. For a second, she was about to ask whether he was sure he’d picked it up and it wasn’t just still sitting on the shelf when she remembered that in the split second before she’d almost crashed into him, he had been holding a book. Emilee got on her knees and peered under the shelves, thinking that maybe it somehow got pushed under there, but as far as she could see it didn’t seem to be there. Which was odd. “Well.. It doesn’t look like it’s under here..” She said to him, and realised she didn’t know his name, “by the way, what’s your name?” She asked with a friendly smile. “Mine’s Emilee, but you can call me Em or Me-me (ooc. mi-mi? me-me? something like that), if you want.”
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Post by Cade Conley on Mar 1, 2009 19:11:58 GMT -5
Cade smiled as the girl started helping him look for the lost book. They crawled around on the floor for a minute, then they realized that it clearly wasn't here. Cade stood back up, but still looked casually around, thinking that it might still be somewhere around.
"Nice to meet you, Emilee." Cade smiled crookedly and held out his hand. "I'm Cade. Cade Conley."
Cade's eyes wandered towards the books on the shelf that was right next to him and Emilee. They were in the fantasy section, which was one of Cade's favourite areas. He selected another book off the shelf, on to take the place of the missing Speak. He read the summary off the back, then tucked it under his arm, right in the nook where his sketchbook would normally rest. [/blockquote]
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Post by Emilee Susanna Gregan on Mar 2, 2009 2:24:53 GMT -5
Emilee stood up too, a few motes of dust caught in her hair, but her mind was still thinking about where the book could possibly so she didn’t notice. Books just didn’t randomly disappear… Unless… She knew that there were people like her, people with other abilities, but what was the odds of just randomly bumping into someone, and why the heck would they bother moving a book anyway. With a slight shake of her head, Emilee discarded the thought, and glanced back at him with a distant sort of smile as he gave his name. Her smile froze for a second as she took in his, he had a gorgeous smile, and it took a moment before she took in what was happening. “Nice to meet you too, Cade.” She said sincerely, hoping that he hadn’t noticed the slight pause. God, this was turning out a lot more humiliating then she had expected.
Further awkwardness ensued as she watched him pick out a book, not sure what to do now. “So…” A heavy silenced followed as Emilee tried to think up something to say, it didn’t work particularly well as the only thing she came up with was ‘you come here a lot then?’ unfortunately, that somehow made its way from her brain, through her mouth and into the air where it was too late to take back, and she could only wait for his reply, with the rosy blush making its way back into her cheeks.
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Post by Cade Conley on Mar 2, 2009 20:14:38 GMT -5
Cade slowly turned back towards Emilee as she muttered "So...". He looked down and let his hair fall slightly into his face as he suppressed a smile. It seems that Emilee has as little idea of what to say as he did. Finally she came up with something, and Cade looked back up, impressed that she could come up with topics of conversation that didn't sound stupid, unlike Cade.
"Oh, yeah," Cade replied. "I come almost every day after school. I just pick up a book, and I can read for hours." His response kind of made Cade sound like a nerd, but he didn't care. He took pride in being a nerd for things like reading and art.
He glanced in the direction of his reading chair. He was getting a little bit nervous leaving his sketchbook alone for so long. He had all of his visions recorded in there, and some of them were very personal. With it just sitting alone like that, anyone could pick it up. [/blockquote]
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Post by Emilee Susanna Gregan on Mar 3, 2009 1:21:35 GMT -5
Emilee smiled faintly at his reply, a thoughtful frown on her face, “Yeah.. I used to read a lot too… But then I guess some things came up”. To be more specific, division one had tracked her down after they’d found out about her abilities. They didn’t want anything, since she wasn’t particularly amazing at her ability, but they had made clear that at any time they could come calling. After that experience, Emilee had decided she needed to get out more, meet more people and make more friendships, cause you never knew if they would change their minds. A shiver ran down her body at the thought, but she still kept the smile on her face, it wouldn’t do any good to suddenly lapse into a spiral of depression, it’d probably just scare the poor guy away. Her eyes followed his and rested on a sketchbook that was perched there. Her interest sparked at that, and she quickly glanced back at him although she didn’t quite notice the worried look on his face. Emilee’s eyes lit up, any lasting depression from the thoughts before quickly departing, “Is that yours? Do you sketch? Would I be able to have a look?” With her large eyes and her innocently hopeful looking smile, she sort of resembled a young child trying to convince her parents that yes she did deserve another piece of candy. Emilee loved looking at other people’s art, especially sketches. She found it really interesting to see how they saw the world, and so hoped that Cade would agree to let her look at it.
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Post by Cade Conley on Mar 4, 2009 19:05:16 GMT -5
Cade shifted from foot to foot as Emilee's eyes strayed towards his sketchbook. This was precisely what he was afraid of. He nearly had a heart attack when she asked if she could see it. His response was something intelligent like "Oh.... Well... um.... You see..."
Instead of forming a complete sentence, he walked over to his sketchbook and picked it up. He opened it and turned so Emilee couldn't see any of it over his shoulder. He then desperately looked for a drawing that wasn't personal, and didn't give away his clairvoyant powers. He immediately vetoed the first four pages, then glanced at the sketch on the fifth page for a moment. It was a simple sketch of a vision he'd had about a month ago. It was basic, just a sketch a dog looking up a tree. A squirrel stared back down at him as if to say Ha-ha! You can't get me! Some of Cade visions such as this one, had no real importance, and were quickly forgotten. He handed the sketchbook over to Emilee, but was careful to still hold onto it lightly, hoping to keep her from turning the page. [/size]
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Post by Emilee Susanna Gregan on Mar 6, 2009 2:43:19 GMT -5
Emilee noticed his uneasiness in showing her his sketchbook, but it didn’t really register in her brain, she just put it down to not being very comfortable showing people his sketches, and mentally ‘yayed’ when he flipped through to look for something to show to her. She followed him over, but didn’t keep too close, as to give him some privacy as he flipped through, it was nice of him to agree, she mused as he flipped around. The sketch that she saw was rather different to what she had been expecting, actually she wasn’t really sure what she had been expecting, but she never would have thought he would have sketched a squirrel and a dog. The sketch made her laugh for some reason, she wasn’t laughing at the sketch, it was pretty good actually, but something about the squirrel just made her smile. Emilee smiled at Cade, “are all your sketches like this?” She almost wanted to flip the page over herself, but since he was holding on, she figured it was something more private, so she didn’t try.
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Post by Cade Conley on Mar 7, 2009 16:52:52 GMT -5
Cade bushed bright red when Emilee laughed at his picture. He made a move to take the sketchbook back, but decided against it. He still kept a firm grip on it, though, as if he were afraid it would fly out of his arms like Speak had. If that had been his sketchbook instead of a book, he would've died, knowing that his drawings were out there somewhere without him to chaperone them.
"Umm... No," he replied to Emilee's question. "This one's very... different." That's why I chose to show it to you, he thought, but said nothing.
Cade watched Emilee's eyes scan the page. Her eyes stumbled towards the edge, and Cade got the feeling she wanted to see more. He carefully removed the sketchbook from her grasp. "Let's see if there's any more good ones..." he muttered as he scanned the pages, hoping for another example of his work. [/size]
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Post by Emilee Susanna Gregan on Mar 8, 2009 22:54:22 GMT -5
Emilee thingyed her head and smiled at him, “oh really? so what are the pictures that you normally draw like then? Whats different about them?” She could see that he was nervous, but Emilee had no idea why, so she just put it down to being nervous that other people would think his drawings were bad, not that they were. Hopefully he’d loosen up after a few though.
And she was right, almost as soon as her eyes strayed to the edge of the page, he’s quickly taken it from her to flip through it, again holding it so she wouldn’t be able to see. Emilee laughed again, hoping to calm him down a bit, she playfully poked him in the arm “why so tense?” she said cheerfully. “Trust me, you’re a good artist. Well better then me at any rate.”
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Post by Cade Conley on Mar 10, 2009 19:26:31 GMT -5
"Umm..." Cade muttered when Emilee asked about what made that drawing different. "Well..." He went for the easy way out. "I don't usually draw animals..." And that was true, so it wasn't like he was lying. It just wasn't the complete reason.
"Why so tense?" Emilee asked. "Trust me, you're a good artist. Well, better than me at any rate." Cade blushed bright red, and smiled slightly. "Thanks," he muttered and continued looking through his sketchbook. It seemed like each drawing was more personal than the next. He closed it and set it back down on the chair. "There's not much else in there," he lied. "I just started a new sketchbook." He let his eyes wander, somewhat embarrassed by his lie. [/size]
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