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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:18 pm
 XXXXXXXXβ πππππππ πΏπ πΏππ πΉππππππππ π»πππππ π·ππππππ β Shhh! Quiet please, you are now entering Northstar Library. This library is open to the public. It is usually quiet and is full of many books. It's a great place to read or study. Loitering, littering, loud music, yelling, and fighting are not allowed. Keep public display of affection rated PG here if you will. All books should be returned the day they are due or you will have to pay a fine. Laptops are available to be used or you may bring your own. Part time and summer jobs are available here. Help Wanted! β±
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:36 pm
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Genevieve Thyme
ββββββββββββββββ  After leaving the cafe, her stomach full from the scone and delicious coffee she had consumed, Genevieve made her way to the library.The reason why, was simple. Hardly anyone showed their faces there, and when they did there wasn't much talking and chatter to clog her thoughts. School had yet to start, and so she didn't know her schedule, and also was unaware of any plays or anything that might be put on for the year, so she didn't have anything to rehearse for.
Walking up to the door, she grabbed the handle and pulled, breathing out a nervous sigh of anticipation as the door opened easily to her pull. Once inside, she shook her head slightly, letting her long red locks flow down around her shoulders. From the looks of it, no one was there and that suited her just fine. Walking over to the literature section after smiling kindly to the librarian, she scanned the books for her favorite author. Edgar Allan Poe. Sure, it might be cliche to love someone that's been so, well to be blunt, overused, but she couldn't help it. His stories fascinated her, and their hidden depths let her sink in easily as if it were pools of unknown wonder, just begging for her to plunge headfirst.
Biting her lower lip, she slid one of the books of his poetry off the shelf and flipped it open, letting the pages slide between her fingers with ease, until she came to her favorite poem. 'The Angel of Odd.' She grinned like a small child and then took the book with her to a small chair by the end of the aisle as she burried her head into the book and lost herself to his words. 
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:12 pm
Malachi Mullen  This isn't Reality... Having taken a seat in the far back of the library, a male with red hair, was just slouching a bit in the chair. In his hands was a black book with crimson writing on the cover and spine that read "Complete stories and poems of Edgar Allan Poe". He had found it a while ago during his travels and kept it for many of the stories and poems that this well minded man wrote. A few of his favorite being Annabel Lee, The Raven, and many others. Having heard some movement from the front of the building, he just peaked over the top of the book to see a bit of light before it went dark again as the door closed. A faint voice soon was heard in the mans head that said. Malachi. It seems that a human comes in. And her taste seems to be into something you enjoy. But also she had just finished eating. The voice said. This was the voice of Mal. Malachi's spirit. As there was a long tale that he could tell. But now wasn't a time to talk. Getting his attention back into the book, he was in the middle of reading The Raven....This is a Dream Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:22 pm
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Genevieve Thyme
ββββββββββββββββ For a second, Genevieve raised her head and looked around, as though she knew someone else was in the library. But it was only a fleeting moment before she stood up, stretching and yawned. Up and down her arms were puppy dog scratches from having to bathe some of the puppies down at the local animal shelter. Her arms ached for that reason and so her hand barely held on to the massive volume of works, and she let out a small yawn. She had already, through years of reading, read just about almsot all of his works. And right then, she figured it would be good to find another read. Just in case she wanted to spice up the literature she would soon be devouring in her mind. Walking down through the aisles, she never let her eyes stray from the books. She made no sound, no humming, all she did was walk slowly. reading the titles of the books before letting her fingers run along the spines of the different works.
At first, she didn't see the man sitting in the chair, until her right sied bumped into something. Startled, she dropped her book and then looked to the man, her eyes wide as she opened her mouth once, as if to say something, before she bent down and scooped up her book. At the smae time, she noticed what he was reading, and nearly stopped, kneeling with the book in her arms. She then stood back up slowly. "S-sorry for that."
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:50 pm
Malachi Mullen This isn't Reality... Having finished the last line of The Raven, Malachi soon came to see some movements. It was a woman in front of him and she had only said a few words to him. Sitting there still as he looked to her face, he saw her eyes focused on the book in his hands. He soon spoke up to her and it was soft as well. Seeing as they were in a library after all. "It's alright. No harm done." Turning the page to see that the next one was one of Edgar's poems, he began to read it to himself. Mal spoke once again as he came to say. Hey Malachi. It appears that this woman is interested in Edgar as well. Maybe we can make a deal. I help you with her and you give me some free time. Malachi just sighed as he didn't want to let Mal have some time out....This is a Dream Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:55 pm
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Genevieve Thyme
ββββββββββββββββ Genevieve didn't want to disturb the man anymore than she had. Brushing her knees off, she nodded her head and closed her eyes before looking away from him and back at the books. Once again she began to resume how she had been, fingers on the books as if she were a blind person reading braille. Only a few feet away, she stopped and let a small sigh ecape her lips as she breathed out, "The Raven is one of my favorites. The meaning... it says more than what a lot of writers could even dream of hiding in their own pieces." And then once again, she began to slowly make her way away from the man and down the aisle.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:24 pm
Malachi Mullen This isn't Reality... Relaxing as he had been in the chair he was seated in, Malachi looked to the woman before him, as he watched her soon stand up straight and brushed her knees off. Watching as she just gave him a quick nod before turning around and walked away from him. He just got back into the book before hearing a voice. Seeing as it was only her there, he took it was her. What she had said was what got him though. She spoke of The raven. One of Edgar's more story about hidden things that some didn't look closely for. He just peaked up again from his book to see her walk away as he saw her appear to scan the shelves while walking through the aisles. He thought to himself. She seems to be an interesting person. Mal soon spoke again to him. Let me out Malachi and I'll find out more about her....This is a Dream Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 2:02 pm
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Genevieve Thyme
ββββββββββββββββ Something had seemed different about that man, but Genevieve wouldn't press the issue.She didn't want to come off as being weird and annoying. As silently as she had come, she walked to the end of the aisle and began to meander down the next. Tiltes were everywhere, but she didn't want to read about horror. or an autobiography of some man who cured his dog of some random illness. Nor did she want to read about cooking, gardening, horseback riding, dragon slaying or any other kind of book, except perhaps a good old romance. Itf it happened to be dark... well that wasjust a plus. She smiled ot herself, but quickly the smile faded as she crouched down in the aidsle and pulled a couple books here and there off the shelf, before sitting down slowly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 2:41 pm
Malachi Mullen This isn't Reality... Knowing very well that it was simple to find things out about someone to just have Mal go out and gather info on other. The price for it however was always the same. Allow him some free time to be out. Which always ended badly. Seeing that the woman had turned the one aisle and head into the next, he thought. No Mal. I'm not going to let you out. He closed the book of stories and got up as he walked to the front desk and said. "Is there an area for family heritages here?' He wanted to find out about his family. As it was bugging him to not know where they had gone or if any were still alive....This is a Dream Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 3:59 pm
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Genevieve Thyme
ββββββββββββββββ Genevieve got up slowly, as most of the librarians were on their lunch break, and she felt bad for having them being disturbed anyways. Walking over to the man, she gently a placed one of her hands on his shoulder, a ghost's touch. "Scuze me... but if you want, I can show you." Without waiting to hear if he said either a yes or no, she lightly grabbed his arm and began to lead him into the library. going straight into the middle.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 7:40 am
Malachi Mullen This isn't Reality... Upon the touch to his shoulder from a fragile hand, Malachi felt as if someone had found him out. When he heard the voice, which he had already heard once but with other words being spoken from the lips of her. Turning his head to see it was her, he just felt her take hold of his arm. Then began to lead him to the center of the library. Once there he looked around at what they had then back to the young woman that had taken hold of him. "Thanks Miss. I didn't get your name yet, and this is the second time we've spoken and seen each other." He says a bit in a calm tone, for having just been grabbed without him agreeing to being dragged. But she was a gorgeous woman so there really wasn't any harm. She led him to where he could find what he needed....This is a Dream Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 11:16 am
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Genevieve Thyme
ββββββββββββββββ "My name? Genevieve.Genevieve Thyme." Her words came from her mouth in a kind of lyrical sense as she looked up to the man with a soft smile on her face. She had been somewhat abrupt, but since he didn't seem to be disturbed, and because he seemed satisfied that she had led him to where he had wanted to go, she didn't apologize. Her voice, thought soft and somewhat whimsical had a british accent which clung to certain words and gave away what she was, and where she came from. "It's nice to see you are kind." She murmured as she pointed to his chest... more towards what he was wearing around his neck...
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 11:31 am
Malachi Mullen This isn't Reality... Listening to the voice that was a melodic sound to hear, Malachi looked to her. Nodding to hear her name was Genevieve Thyme, he saw her point soon to something. More although to what was around his neck. The pedant. He looked back up to her face as he spoke back. Having heard her accent and telling it was of British descent, he wondered if she knew about it. "Well Genevieve it's nice to meet you. I'm Malachi, Malachi Mullen." Giving her his name now, his voice was still calm and didn't have an accent to much of it as it did during his younger years. Back during the actual middle ages. He was curious now though about her pointing to his pedant. "So how does this work?" He asked referring to the whole finding about your ancestors and heritage from the information the library had....This is a Dream Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 11:37 am
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Genevieve Thyme
ββββββββββββββββ "If you happen to know the names of your grandparents.. it would really help. But then the names of your parents as well. Being a school for the gifted and supernatural, Genevieve had no idea at all if Malachi was the age that he appeared, but she presumed that he wasn't. "Are you thinking of looking on the paternal or maternal... or even both sides of your family?" Genevieve having what seemed like spending most of her life in a library, scanned the books quickly and soon had pulled out a stack that she rested in her arms lightly. "Mullen... what's your heritage? French, German, Irish.... ?" She was trying to make it as easy and simple as possible for him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 11:57 am
Malachi Mullen This isn't Reality... Looking to Genevieve as she went about getting some books with the name Mullen in it, Malachi looked at her. Having hear what she said about if he knew his parents or even grandparents names, or his heritage. He soon spoke up on the second one as it was really easy. "I'm British. Or well from England you can say." He says while looking to her. Trying to remember the names now of his family. His parents, older sister and younger brother. He just closed his eyes as he soon heard the chuckling of Mal in his head....This is a Dream Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
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