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Post by jay blaise geard on Sept 2, 2010 22:15:29 GMT
Jay had his hands in his pockets, his head down as he walked into the library. Why was he here? Not like he could get an education now... He fucked up so bad he couldn't even get a job. well he could cause he was smart and there for he would be fine. Just Had no papers to prove it. His hands reached out as he walked down the isle. Grabbing a book called 'Hard core Logo' interesting. Jay always seemed to play dumb though he was super intelligent.
He read the back and shrugged. Interesting but not his style. His fingers ran across the spines of all the books in the shelf before he found another one. This one was called 'Dawn' this book seemed more him he was into the first person stories about themselves and shit. He walked to a table and sat down. He opened the hard covered book which had a picture of a chick on it and started to read the first chapter was called 'head on' The first line read 'OK, first thing -- my name is Dawn Bundy.' Jay chuckled gently. He could tell it would be good.
he sat there for an hour or two and read all 250 pages without stopping to even look around. This bitch was nuts, she didn't believe in god but she had to dogs named Jesus and Mary and her mom was fucked up. her dad left her and all the people around here were messed up. Kind like Jay except Jay was in jail for the last well it seemed like 15 years it had only TRULY been 9 but he was supposed to be in there for 15 he still had to serve time for killing his brother. Jay sighed and closed the book. He put it back on the shelf and sat down in the chair again.
Everyone loved Jay no one knew what he did. Some people did, people called him Jailbird, but one day some chick misheard it and now others call me Jaybird. He was a brother to everyone, he was great for listening to girl problems and helping out and shit. He was strong and could work doing just about anything. He sighed with release in it. Why couldn't he just have someone to love guy or girl and just be happy for once... why? Because that would be to fair for someone like him. So he just sat in the silence.
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Post by eli daniel ackerman on Sept 3, 2010 1:23:00 GMT
  WAVING FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS."Come down now," they'll say.
This nice day was being wasted. Not intentionally, of course. If Eli could find the check-out center, it wouldn't be. But alas, the labrynth of bookshelves had imprisoned him for the past half an hour. He had woken up (late, as usual) to find, instead of a list of demands resting on the counter, a small plate of what had presumably been a delicious breakfast (before Duncan the impatient border collie had gotten hungry and ambitious) and a note in mom-handwriting explaining that Eli's stepfather and his mother had taken off for the day in search of a new color to paint the bathroom. Eli had happily popped two pieces of toast into the toaster, burned them, and proceeded to eat them despite their charred state. Burnt breakfast was a small price to pay for a day free of Dan. And so his vision of the day appeared: he would go to the library, he would buy some new books, and he would sit somewhere in the sun reading until the battery on his mp3 player died. It was to be glorious.
And he had, indeed, been well on his way. Up until the library trapped him. He had tracked down (by luck, ironically, in the hopeless situation) the few classics on his Books-To-Read list, including the ever-famous, ever-acclaimed 'Brave New World' (Eli was excited), and was now stuck, quite desperately stuck (as he had contemplated both climbing over the bookshelves and tipping them over to form a domino-effect to his escape). He had emerged to a desk, and was thrilled at the idea of finding the checkout counter and continuing his chill day, but unfortunately, it was merely the help desk. While it was help he had needed, it was help he did not receive. The woman behind the counter had given him an impatient eyebrow raise and pointed him back from whence he came, back into the depths of the library, back into the labrynth... At least he had managed to muster a sardonic thank-you before taking his small pile of books and returning to the dank forest of dead and processed trees.
Eli had made landmarks for himself: the 'A through D's of the teen section, the childrens section, the very awkward romance section... But he always found himself back near the help desk. He wouldn't make the same mistake of asking for help again, though. This was one adventure he would complete by himself. He could help but notice, however, on his fifth, yes, fifth trip past the help desk of another pair of shelves that he hadn't taken a meander down. With the fifth tight-lipped smile he gave a very not-serious nod toward the clearly annoyed lady behind the help counter. She rolled her eyes, making him think he was heading in the wrong direction. But he continued, anyways. He had embarrassed himself enough in front of that woman to fall subject to her confidence-shattering ways, no way would he let this affect him visibly.
This new portion of the library proved to be equally as unfamiliar. Though it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, as his eye caught the bolded name 'Heller' printed vertically across the spine of a book. Heller, as in Joseph Heller? The author of Catch 22, which was to the day one of Eli's favorite novels? His curiosity got the best of him, and he bent down to snag it off the bottom shelf. Of course, forgetting about the remainder of the books he was holding couldn't have been good for him. But more specifically, it couldn't have been good for the books. Down they went, out of his grasp, crashing to the ground. The lady at the help desk would be absolutely thrilled. Eli let out a string of profane words, perhaps louder than he should have if he wanted to go about this under the radar. Oh, no, he was sure the help desk occupant had heard nothing, though perhaps the spill of books, but he had been unaware of the other male sitting a short distance away in a chair, very much within earshot of his frustrations. [/blockquote][/color]
EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT FROM FAR AWAY."Come down now," but we'll stay.[/font]
STATUS; complete.[/size] WORDCOUNT; 688.[/size] TAGGED; jay.[/size] JAMS; when the sun goes down -- arctic monkeys.[/size] NOTES; yikes. my muse was up past its bedtime during those last few paragraphs. hope this is easy enough to reply to...[/size][/center] |
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Post by jay blaise geard on Sept 3, 2010 21:45:59 GMT
He continued to sit there reading the signs around the library everything so do this and do that don't do this and shit. Jay couldn't stay rules and laws but he always bit his tongue and did what was asked of him. His finger ran over the table, a rough feeling caught his feeling. Tape was stuck to the table. he looked down at the piece of tape and picked it off using his nail. He peeled it off after lifting a section up. He crumpled the tape up and left it on the table. He stood up this was boring. He opened his eyes, purple optics glanced around. he was to himself right now.. this wasn't a good time for Jay. he felt his car keys and played with them. He looked around and shrugged. He turned to leave, not one step was taken as he heard books smash together and hit the carpet.
Jay jumped slightly and turned on his heel to see who made the noise. It was a male. He cussed off a record deal as the book scattered. Jay chuckled and walked over. he bent down and began to help the male pick the books up. 'Easy, I think the old bag would hear you before the books' he chuckled gently and looked up at the male. His hands grabbed onto the books. He read the authors, interesting. He wasn't a huge fan of reading so he didn't know who exactly these people or this person was. He showed a smile and placed the books gently on the shelf so that the other male could take them or leave them.
Jay looked the other in the eyes, his purple optics scanning with ease. 'Whats up brother?' He said and held out his hand 'I'm Jay' He said and smiled gently as he held his hand out. This was the moment of truth, this guy was... well a guy and most if not all the males around here knew of Jay. Jaybird, Jailbird. The guy who murdered his own brother. Beat his brother till he couldn't breath and choked on his own blood. Yeah thats the Jay that held his hand out to this male. But Jay was an amazing person. Did this male know who Jay Geard was? of course Jay didn't say his last name for that reason.
He had a feeling maybe he would be in the clear and this person hadn't heard of the jailbird. He had sat in a prison for 9 years getting out early on a 15 year charge for murder. Jay was just a kid back then... he was different now. His eyes locked on the male and the surrounding behind him, Jay was a tough guy, great person and honorable personality. He tried his best but being known as jailbird around these parts made jay's life a living hell. He had to hope for the best every time he met someone.
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Post by eli daniel ackerman on Sept 12, 2010 15:26:36 GMT
WAVING FROM SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS."Come down now," they'll say.
It seemed this town was making him easily flustered. Back in Detroit? Swearing probably would have been included in this book-dropping routine. In all honesty (one of the few things he made a point to be one-hundred percent honest with himself about), he had a bit of a sailor-tendency in the profanities department. But Eli would wager money that he wouldn’t have been this annoyed. He was annoyed because he was trapped in this stupid building with all these stupid shelves of books (half of which were stupid). If he were back in Detroit, back where he could walk down the street with his eyes closed, there was little to no chance that he’d end up in some back alley that he didn’t recognize. Eli supposed it might have been his vanity (something he was only really half honest about) that was causing this frustration. He prided himself on many things, one of which was his sense of direction. Being lost made that ‘excellent’ sense of direction non-existent, and left Eli with one less helpful trait to offer the world. Thankfully, he still had his power of observation. But that would soon be worthless – how could he overlook the presence of another human being sitting so nearby?
Surprise cause the book he had just placed within his grasp to slip from his fingers, and join its companions strewn across the floor one again. Eli’s eyes widened in worry at the idea that someone in the library (a place for the prim, proper, and pristine, in his mind) had heart him swear. Was it a big deal? No. They were simply words directed at no one in particular. The woman from the help desk probably wouldn’t see it that way, though. However, it was not the woman from the help desk, here to scold him and tell him to be quiet and throw him out of the library (the latter, while seemingly a bad thing, would have shown him just where the exit was). Instead, a male emerged from the in-plain-sight hiding spot. And in place of a disapproving glare, Eli was met with friendliness and an offer to help. “Thanks,” he replied almost immediately as the books were being gathered. Eli tried his best to keep his annoyance out of his voice, and even managed a sheepish smile in return. "Oh, I'm sure she's waiting to throw me out. I don't think I made the best first impression with her." Or the best second impression. Or the best third, fourth, fifth...
The male introduced himself as Jay and held out his hand. Eli placed his portion of the books on the shelf and shook the outstretched hand. "Eli," he replied, feeling the sudden need to explain himself. "I feel like I should tell you... I don't usually swear like that..." Another sheepish smile made its way into the conversation with a shrug. "At least, not when I know other people are around." Jay didn't appear to be the type to care, and his reaction hadn't been one of offense, but Eli felt it necessary. "I like to think I'm somewhat of a decent person."
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EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT FROM FAR AWAY."Come down now," but we'll stay.[/font]
STATUS; complete.[/size] WORDCOUNT; 543.[/size] TAGGED; jay.[/size] JAMS; flowers and football tops -- glasvegas.[/size] NOTES; short, i know. but at least it's up. finally...[/size][/center] |
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