|Aleksandra Makarov ❅ Maržanna (pavornocturnus) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2011-09-25 17:35:00
|Entry tags:||marzanna, thor|
Who: James & Juliet
What: James' top secret mission to the library to acquire more reading material may potentially be sabotaged by one dorky librarian's aide.
Where: Balboa Public Library, Newport Beach
When: Noonish? Not a very ninja-esque time, but it's what James is working with...
Juliet's fingers kneaded her temples, letting her glasses slide to the bridge of her nose as she hid between the stacks in order to regain her composure. She wasn't having a bad day, necessarily - it was simply the overbearing lack of sleep that caused her concentration to waver, and thus called for breaks where she would lose herself amidst the shelves of books like a child playing hide and seek within words themselves. Taking in a deep breath, she settled herself and adjusted her glasses (only ever required when working, or reading) and pushed her cartload of books back out into the main area of the bookstore.
Since it was later on a Sunday, she had been left to her lonesome; but she was more than capable of handling the nearly quiet as a tomb library, nearly bereft of any people at all except for those who had reports due exactly the next day or had no where else to go in order to capture a quiet moment. The fact that they were even open on a Sunday was rather rare, but Juliet didn't begrudge the hours nor the pay that it awarded her for being willing to work on the weekends. The job was a boon in more than one way - the paychecks were only one plus, as there was the added bonus of being something of her own personal library, making a huge dent in the amount she would have had to spend on text books and other reading material.
Reaching the librarian's desk (neat as a pin, and yet Juliet itched to rearrange the space to her own ideas of utility and efficiency - still, she didn't, knowing that her boss was very, very touchy about others invading her desk), Juliet went around the counter and started digging into the drop off box, pulling out titles that would have to be reentered into the system, sorted, and put back on the shelf. It wasn't a demanding job, and in the short time she'd spent there she had already learned the layout of the library like the back of her hand. Bent over with her focus entirely on the drop box, she didn't hear the gentleman approach her, looking a bit lost.