Penelope Featherington Rutherford (featherington) wrote in the100, @ 2015-06-12 20:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !network post, cullen rutherford, penelope featherington |
Who: Penelope Featherington and Cullen Rutherford
When: Friday evening!
Where: the Library
What: They talk, "of shoes and ships, and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings".
Rating: Lowish, probably! Mentions of romance novels and their content! *ohh la la*
The book sat in her bedroom, in a drawer where it couldn't be found by others. Found and read, and her life story laid bare for all to read. Penelope had found it horrifically vulgar, and worse than that, she'd found herself disappointed. Disappointed in herself, disappointed in Colin, disappointed with life in general. After a day, that disappointment had turned into determination, and Penelope had decided that no one should her book, or any of the books about her. Granted, a small voice in the back of her mind cautioned against removing the books altogether from the library, taking them from circulation. But she ignored it, and allowed herself to indulge in a childish fit of pique. Truly, it wasn't so much that she was named, rightly, as Lady Whistledown that had her determined to do away with the books, but an embarrassment at every intimate detail that Mrs. Quinn had written about her and Colin. She didn't know if not having yet experienced any of the events later in the book made the situation better or worse, but sensed that it would be worse if she had. She'd spent the day avoiding eye-contact with anyone, and blushing a bright red at the least thought of the book. It was a relief to retire to her apartment after dinner while everyone else made the mess hall ready for the movie. But she was restless and plagued with the certainty that someone would find the box where she'd found the book. If there were any of the other books in the series in the box, then surely they would wonder about hers, and go searching. The thought did not bear thinking. She would go to the library, she determined, and look for the other books -- and that was how she found herself in the library, standing precariously on a chair to lift the box in which she'd found her book down. |