it is a truth universally acknowledged

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By all means, Caroline was a nerd. She loved to read, knew a load of random facts that no one would ever need to know, and aside from that knew significantly more than a thing or two about computers, thus making the library and computer suite her favorite place in the asylum. While the first floor held numerous books of different categories, the second floor contained computers for the students to use. The building was sort of Caroline’s sanctuary, making her extremely grateful to whomever the benefactor that donated the money for the building was. Without it where would she and her fellow nerds be now? Probably hiding for life in her dorm room, but even that wasn’t completely safe.

This library was also a sanctuary for nerds. Because few rarely came in there, fellow nerds were as safe as could be in the library. After all, would their popular tormentors ever be found in the library? No. They never would, making the library a sort of ‘lair’ for the nerds. Anyways, Caroline liked reading and libraries in general so she didn’t feel as if she was being forced into hiding or anything like that. On the contrary, she was just glad that the asylum had a library.

Therefore, it was no surprise that today like most others Caroline was sitting in the severely underrated and unappreciated library that few hardly used. Usually she would have a few hardcore thick books stacked near her, prepared for some serious reading of books, perhaps part of the encyclopedia, or maybe some Charles Dickens. Some days she might even read through the dictionary of whatever language struck her fancy. Whatever the books might be, Caroline liked to have options hence the need to have a few of them out at once, allowing her to just switch books whenever it struck her fancy.

Recently Caroline had been into classics. Granted, she had read many of them ages ago, but they were called classics for a reason. They were just so good that she could never get tired of them. These books were both well written and interesting: the perfect combination. Today’s novel of choice was Pride and Prejudice because seriously who doesn’t like a novel about the ever so aristocratic 19th century England? And besides, Jane Austen was somewhat of a hero or a sort of role model to Caroline. For a woman of her time to have been so genius was incredible.

So there she sat reading peacefully all by herself. Slowly and carefully she read making sure to soak in every detail. After all, this was not a trivial novel that could be read like it was nothing. No, this was a serious deep piece of literature that needing care and consideration when reading and that couldn’t be rushed through. To do so would almost be like butchering the book. It was just not done ever. Therefore, even after having read it previously, Caroline was only slowly making her way through the book.


Status: Complete
Tagged: Open
Words: 502

[pugwash]

meg was being her not quite so nerdy self however today she probably appeared particularly nerdy. In her hands as she stumbled through the hallways lacking much of her usual half hearted grace was a cell phone. it of course wasn’t hers but quite an attractive blackberry, at least it used to be, now however the poor device was falling apart in her hands as she idly tugged it to pieces. things fascinated her and how technology was made, whenever coming across something she was unfamiliar with there was an intense drive to pull it apart and later she would entrust herself with the challenge of putting it back together and maybe, just maybe she would then return it to its rightful owner. if she could find that person that is, and get the phone back together. it would never happen but maybe one day she wouldn’t totally destroy anything she took apart. It was getting bad, she was taking things and forgetting who they had belonged to, even if she was able to put the phone back to its previous glory there was no hope in finding the face she had swiped it from. a light crease appeared between her brow, shit, now she was even doubting herself. those bloody shrink poking about in her head, she needed to stop thinking this silly business.

her feet lead her to somewhere familiar, though she wasn’t a keen enough nerd to think it as another home. in fact she didn’t like the library all that much but right now it was probably the only place she could safely see and try to jam this phone back together without being in danger of getting caught by the owner. unless the owner was a nerd...then she was screwed. Megan thought herself able to take a nerd in some bitch fight though, she was hardly street smart but she was far less sheltered than the vast majority of them. she was willing to take the chance and shifting through the people she headed in the direction of the library. her form was dressed in rather familiar clothing. a black skirt was relatively short however compensated by a pair of old worn out doc martins that were laced up to shelter her feet. an old clash shirt was worn beneath an open plaid shirt that was several sized too big and fell to the length of her skirt. besides her attire she was actually a rather attractive female though never said to be conventionally pretty. maybe it was this slightly quirky look that drove her to be utterly different, as if the mating of her parents had force bred a slightly strange offspring.

collecting her thought from dwelling on such a deranged topic for too long she shoved open the library door with her elbow. both hands filled with the pieces of the cellular device she padded her way towards the seating area, her strides oddly elegant for someone wearing such industrial boots. she slumped down into a few seats from the other girl in the room, the only other body it seemed. for a moment she glanced across and flashed a smile even if she wasn’t looking and with a lazy mutter but soft enthusiasm to her tones she spoke almost a greeting. “darcy is a prick...why do the pricks always get the girls? like that dude who sparkles.” maybe her level of intellect wasn’t at first very obvious to people and she expressed herself in absolutely the wrong way it was still there and she could make a valid point even though she had referenced to twilight which automatically brought the tone down a good few notches. her attention for a moment returned to the phone, fingers working hard trying to force it into one piece however what a small section sprung from her fingers and bounced across the room she gave up. “oh...crap.” was all her reaction included as well as dropping the half fixed mobile back onto the table.

returning her attention to the familiar girl she had been somewhat rude to someone she considered a friend however her usual, crooked grin usually worked as a half decent apology for most. “what’s up?” well, it was a better greeting than calling someone a prick that was for sure.

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[santi27]

Caroline was sure everyone besides an illiterate must experience a time where he or she delves into a book, and becomes so enraptured and absorbed that all outside surroundings just melt away into nothingness. For her at least it was a very common experience that happened almost every time she read a story with a plot, and she liked it. It was almost like being part of the story. In such a state everything felt so much more real, and she was able to imagine everything perfectly to a t. Currently, Caroline was in such a state. No longer in the asylum, it was more like she in Longbourn rural England.

However, anyone who was ever experienced this feeling also knows that there comes a time when reality comes crashing down. For Caroline this was when she heard the voice of a girl comment on the book. Pop went Pride and Prejudice world, and hello reality. While Caroline desired to continue reading, being at a key point, it was now also hard to concentrate. Whatever the girl was doing was distracting, loud, and over all annoying and unwanted. As a whole the experience was just very frustrating. What was someone loud doing in the library anyways? Didn’t she know that libraries were meant to be quiet? Obviously not.

And then there was the urge of wanting to comment on what the girl said. She had clearly read Pride and Prejudice before making her already good in Caroline’s book, and she was also opinionated about it, showing that the girl actually cared about the book. To just take a break from her book could lead to an exceptionally interesting and intellectual conversation with the other girl in the library, but was Caroline ready to choose that option over continuing reading? Apparently yes.

Closing her book quietly, Caroline placed it carefully on the table already memorized where exactly she was up to. She looked over at the girl an eyed her for a moment. Caroline believed she looked vaguely familiar but couldn’t exactly place it. They must have been on friendly terms or something. “Well of course he’s a prick; if he wasn’t there would be no book. No one wants to read about to perfectly agreeable people getting together without any issues.” Caroline said expressing her opinion that she firmly believed it. Clearly it was Darcy’s unsavory attitude that made the book worth reading. “Granted he doesn’t deserve Elizabeth, but that’s life. It’s the jerks that get the girls because everyone likes a bad boy.” Caroline said. Personally, she felt that rule did not apply for herself. Some people just knew better and were willing to wait around for the nice guy.

Caroline then eyed the pieces of whatever it was on the table. Perhaps the girl had taken something apart and was now trying to put it back together. Whatever it was, it seemed interesting enough. “Not much.” Caroline answered back in response to the simplistic question. “What are you doing over there?” She asked referring to the pieces.

[pugwash]

her brow furrowed for a moment, forgetting absolutely everything she was doing and concentrating fully on the comment that was thrown at her. of course there would be a book! Darcy didn’t have to be absolutely perfect but he didn’t have to be an utter ass either. with a light shrug she acknowledged the girl’s point as being perfectly valid and to be honest she was drawn into the novel herself and quite shamelessly into the relationship between elizabeth and he but there always seemed to be something lacking. he was a wounded man sure, but that didn’t help to give him any substance. “i guess, but he just seems so two dimensional.” a slight pout appeared across her features as if contemplating something before canadian tones chimed quite happily into conversation once more. meg absolutely loved her inner nerd, it may not have been as powerful or overbearing as some of her traits but it was quite refreshing to talk about books in this place and not why they were here or any of the dramas. “have you ever read rebecca? it was written something like two decades later by daphne du maurier but maxim the main guy he’s not an ass. sure he killed his wife and is one hell of an introvert but he was three dimensional.” a smile slowly grew across her features.

“maybe you have to be a murderer to be three dimensional in my books, i don’t know, i just don’t get darcy.” waving it off she didn’t give much thought about why the character irked her so much. He was meant to be quite a charming character by the end of the text and one you could possibly feel empathy for however perhaps it was her lack of skills in empathy that made her so cold towards him. in reality though it really didn’t matter, luckily for her mr.darcy wasn’t real however she was perfectly sure there were many like him, perhaps even with greater egos. she laughed lightly at her next comment, it was of course true, bad boys were internationally respected as the guys who almost always get the girls and so it would be quite out of character for elizabeth to give him the middle finger and go find some nice handsome man for herself. “ah yes, although they’re overrated. ego tends to overpower intellect so you get stuck with some idiot douche.” meg seemed to be speaking from experience, she unfortunately was one of many who fell for that certain charm until you became aware just have few brain cells a person could house. she wasn’t overly picky, hell even she came out with some stupid crap sometimes but really unintelligent people made her want to kick them in the shins.

her hazel gaze dropped to the table at the girl’s question and a slight smile crossed her features, lopsided as they always were. “my latest...experiment.” that truly was what this broken was signified to her. all these little bits to it, she was really in her element although with one bit flung across the room and a few probably discarded along the way there was little chance of this working out. “i tend to be quite destructive in nature; curious. But this failed quite dramatically and the phone is no more.” her dry humour was always quite obvious especially in her tones. Whilst picking up the bit that partially resembled a phone it fell back into its initial bits almost instantly with a quiet clatter. “It’s harder than it looks.” meg spoke with somewhat defensive tones in her vocals, she was meant to be good with this sort of stuff and yet she couldn’t put a stupid phone back together.

ooc, sorry it's sloppy, just about bedtime for me meh thinks lol :]

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