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Sarah Mohr (haveabigmouth) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-06-21 15:59:00

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sarah mohr, sawyer

Who: Sarah & Sawyer
Where: Complex Library (and board games room)
When: Afternoon Jan 21st
Warnings: None likely

The library was coming along nicely, and Sarah was impressed both with herself for not only thinking of it, but actually pulling people together to get it set up, but she was also impressed with other people for actually wanting to help. That kind of thing didn't happen back home, not often, anyway, and so it was a surprise to her at how quickly it was coming together.

She'd gone down to the thrift store earlier, or had started to before she realized that everyone looked the same, she'd turned right around and gone back inside, fleeing for the library that was quickly becoming a refuge for her. Sure, she had people looking out for her here, and she liked Fred, but it wasn't the same without Eric and even without Shelly, who she still missed from time to time, she'd even started to miss Albrecht and Darla, which wasn't something she thought would ever happen.

Right at that moment she was dozed off in a beanbag chair, book open on her chest, she'd conked out right in the middle of a chapter, practically in the middle of a sentence, really. She was probably going to wake up with a crick in her neck if she slept there much longer, looking a little like a rag doll with her head tipped back and almost invisible from the right angle, legs stretched out in front of her and one arm flopped half-bonelessly to one side.

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haveabigmouth
2010-06-23 03:00 am UTC (link)

She stretched, rubbing at the back of her neck, "Thanks, I appreciate it." Most of the reason she'd managed to fall asleep there was because she was small, it was squishy, and she'd had a hard day even though it hadn't been all that long or all that eventful. She scratched a hand through her hair before picking up her own book once more, marking her page and shaking her head at his question, "No, not usually, though we've got twice as many books here as we did when we first moved in, so that means that someone's bringing them in besides me."

A shrug, it was a gesture that somehow used most of her upper body, shoulders practically all the way up to her ears, "So I figure I'm just missing people when they're here, not like I'm here 24-7" Though it had been close to that, all in all. She shook her head then, "So, what brings you here? Adventure? True crime? Sci-fi?"

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the_conman
2010-06-23 06:46 pm UTC (link)

The library appeared to be new then. Sawyer didn't know how long all this crazy, alternate universe, apocalyptic bullshit had been going down for, but if they had only just started building up a library maybe he hadn't been thrown into the game as far in as he'd thought. Then again, maybe there just weren't enough people around that were all that interested in that idea. It came as a bit of a surprise to him that a girl so young seemed to be interested in building up a place like this - obviously she had a part in it all, a huge on at that, if she said that someone besides her had been bringing books in - but Sawyer didn't question it. Kids liked different things, he supposed. Sawyer really hadn't cared for this kind of stuff much when he had been younger. Naw, it had been skirt-chasing and breaking the rules. That was where all the fun had been for him outside of learning how to screw people out of what was theirs.

"Boredom," Sawyer replied, shrugging casually. "Didn't wanna spend my day stuck in front of the TV - again - so I decided to do a little bit of exploring. Found this place real easy. Thought I'd try and find me a good book to read." Sawyer nodded toward the shelves. "Say, you've obviously been hanging 'round these parts more than I have. How's about you help me find a good book to read, Hermione Granger?" Yeah, she had just told him that her name was Sarah. Didn't stop Sawyer from nicknaming the poor kid right off. He had a real thing for doing that to people. It was just fun. Some people took offense to it, others handled it all in stride. It wasn't particularly meant to be insulting (not all the time, anyway) and, right now, Sawyer generally meant it as a friendly sort of thing rather than one to get all up in arms about. "I'll take just about anything, so long as it ain't that romance crap." No, Sawyer only read those in private. Where no one could mock him for being into the whole chick scene.

[ooc: That above part was supposed to be keep themselves sane. Not insane. D:]

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haveabigmouth
2010-06-23 08:47 pm UTC (link)

Sarah didn't mind nicknames on general principles, after all she'd had enough of them from most people she knew, she was used to it, she laughed, shaking her head as she heaved herself up off the beanbag, leaving her book behind, the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe, hefty reading for a 14-year-old, but she liked it, "You obviously haven't been here that long." She said, using the tone of 'duh' that only teenagers seemed capable of, "She's taller than I am." Sarah wasn't entirely sure she'd met the woman in question, but she knew Hermione was around since she knew her by name.

She shrugged then, "So, you don't want to read what we've got the most of, that's cool, I pretty much avoid those books anyway." She stretched again once she was on her feet, "We don't have enough books yet to use the Dewey Decimal system, we've just got things by category." She squinted up at him for a moment, "You look like a literary classics kind of guy." She decided, going around to the far side of the closest shelf, "Those are what we got in first, actually, here, Robinson Crusoe, Treasure Island, Tom Sawyer, Watership Down, Paradise Lost, Dracula and a Mark Twain collection."

(ooc: Figured as much ^_~)

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the_conman
2010-06-27 07:54 pm UTC (link)

Hermione Granger? Taller than her? Sawyer raised a skeptical brow. He had heard people take claim to different identities over and over again since he had gotten here, but he didn't actually believe that these people were serious. Fictional characters couldn't be real. They could go around pretending that they were Harry Potter and Superman and god only knew who else, but Sawyer sure wasn't about to believe the crap that these people were spewing straight outta their mouths. It was hard enough to accept that he had been dragged straight off an island into a pre-apocalyptic state of a world. Immediately taking to believing all this other stuff too? Well, Sawyer was a conman. He knew how all this worked. Either he was surrounded by idiots, all this was real, or he was about to be really screwed by someone with some kinda fucked up master plan. Sawyer didn't see why they'd screw with him though. He didn't have much to give anyone. His bank accounts were empty, he was practically considered as dead, and he didn't have anything to give anyone. Outside of his dazzling charm, of course.

"Riiight." Sawyer rolled his eyes. "Hermione Granger. Real and all that, I'm guessing? You must be best friends with her. She teachin' you magic?" Sawyer ran a hand through his long hair and shook his head. People these days. They'd believe anything, wouldn't they? He could buy this whole trippy experience off the island - maybe - but most everything else was gonna take some real settling into.

"Treasure Island and Tom Sawyer, huh?" Sawyer shoved off, following Sarah right on over to the shelves she had been indicating. "I know both stories - 'specially the latter - but I don't think I'd mind a bit of a refresher." This was all kind of hilarious. His librarian looked to be no more than fifteen, the library was stocked with tons of romance novels that he wouldn't be caught dead reading, and Sawyer was pretty sure that the people around here were mostly crazy.

Then again, if the world could clone itself like that...maybe he was too.

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haveabigmouth
2010-06-27 08:19 pm UTC (link)

"Magic?" She asked, brow arching, looking incredulous as only a teenage girl could. She shook her head a moment later, "No, I don't think I've even met her more than once, maybe twice." She shrugged, "I just know she lives here because she's been helping with the library." She hadn't read any of the Harry Potter books herself, the first two had just been published in her when, and possibly not at all in her where, and nobody had decided to add them to the complex library, so she didn't even know they existed.

She handed both books over, "Got Swiss Family Robinson around here somewhere too, and most of the high school required reading list." She shrugged, "Well, the one from my high school, anyway, Catcher in the Rye and Catch 22 and stuff. Haven't read any of those yet either." Another shrug, "I'll probably get to it eventually, don't think Romana's got a required reading list. She's, uh, the teacher here."

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