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George Lass aka Millie Hager (notgivingashit) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Nothing to do, better weather, still problems with sleeping much more than three to five hours. This was why George was, yet again, walking around 'town' in the morning; except this time she remembered that there was a library with, you guessed it, things to read. Things to help pass the time.

It was one weird library, that one, for having a tree in the middle of it and all. But George didn't exactly dislike it, although...It was still pretty weird.

She heard calling just as she was sneezing from the dusty books which she was browsing through, and George quickly looked over her shoulder. Of course she should bring a weapon with her, because even if the voice was familiar - which it wasn't - in this place you really never knew. Alas, no weapons to speak of were found, so George just went with the biggest-ass Bible in the house. That thing was heavy, but if she could swing it, it was useful too.

George walked slowly from the shelves she'd been near back to the main desk, and stood there looking a bit above the desk at some guy - some guy with interesting clothes that she'd never seen before, she didn't think - writing in the journal with the same expression George had had the first time she'd written in hers.

"It really works, you know?" She said, coming up from around the desk, throwing the huge Bible on the floor. And coughing when it released years worth of dust.