hypatia (bladesong) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-06-25 16:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [06] june |
Who: Wren and Mimi
What: Probably meeting new people
When: June 25th, Noon
Where: Library
Rating: G
Status: In Progress
Having only been at Sing Sing for little more than a month, Wren was still getting used to the freedom of the safe house. Instead of spending entire days in the infirmary, she was free to explore the halls and various rooms set up for those staying there. Although she was allowed to roam, Wren did very little of it. She spent most of her time in the medical ward and although there weren't as many people here as there were in the last houses she'd been in, it was a habit. Wren found herself with more time of her hands than she was used to, after years of working almost non-stop this was a sudden change of pace.
After her fifth game of solitaire, Wren found herself walking the halls. She'd heard of everything upon her arrival, but hadn't checked out anything besides the cafeteria or gym. Her search today lead her to the library, where she'd been itching to go since her first day. Wren had a small backpack of books she'd collected over the years, trading with those she met and sneaking others from NY Public Library, when she'd been dropped there to help out. They had weighed her down on her journey to Sing Sing but she couldn't bring herself to leave them.
The library was small, but bigger than she had anticipated and, so far, fairly well stocked. She ran her hands over the spines, introducing herself to the books and smiling to herself. Wren had always loved books, she spent a majority of her childhood in the library. They were as good a friends to her, always on hand and willing to take her away from the world now inhabited by the living dead.
Picking up a worn and heavy book on ancient Egypt, Wren took a seat at one of the tables and began to flip through the yellowing pages. She took a deep breath and revelled in smell of the old book, she ran her hands over the pages and smiled at the words and pictures. She wasn't so much reading, as taking joy in a book that wasn't one of her old novels.