eepy
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OOC:
I know I haven’t been active on this board lately, and I sincerely apologize to anyone I may have let down. That said, I’d like to start a new thread in which to indulge in my own personal fantasy. It’s not meant to be anything fancy, but just something fun I’ve been dwelling on lately...
Emily Chancellor (my character)-- College sophomore who has chosen to stay at school for the summer and work in the library. She is shy and inexperienced, kinda mousy and book-wormish, petite with shoulder-length, blonde hair, hazel eyes and glasses.
Setting-- University library, periodicals floor. It’s the middle of July. The floor is pretty much vacant, except for Emily, her boss (who’s in the back office), and a few patrons.
IC (Emily Chancellor):
Sitting quietly behind the reference desk, I flipped through the pages of the library’s copy of the most recent issue of Cosmo and struggled to keep from falling asleep. Being a student worker during the summer semester at college was certainly not an exciting job. I ran a hand through my short, blonde hair and sighed. Maybe I should have gone home for the summer…
“Excuse me.” The deep, masculine voice interrupted my inner pity-fest, and I nearly feel out of my chair when I looked up and found myself staring into a pair of gorgeous, blue eyes in a face of chiseled cheekbones, sensuous lips and perfect skin, topped off by a mop of curly, brown hair. I was struck dumb; I could only stare.
“Umm, is this were I can find medical journals?” he asked with a smile that made my heart beat so loud I was sure he could hear it.
“Yes! Yes, it is.” I found my tongue and jumped out of my chair, the magazine falling out of my lap and onto the floor. Ignoring my clumsiness and trying to regain my composure, I asked, “Are you looking for a specific title?”
“Well, I have this list,” he said, producing a list of articles, messily hand-written.
“He’s definitely on his way to becoming a model doctor,” I thought.
“Okay, ummm...” Studying the slip of paper, I picked the title that was furthest from the desk, allowing me the most amount of time to feast my eyes on the hunky doctor-in-training. “Let’s start with JAMA. I’ll show you where we shelve it, and I’ll explain the system to you. Then I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding the rest.”
Leading the patron towards the shelves, I felt his eyes on my backside, and, feeling bold, I deliberately wiggled my ass as I walked. Stepping between a pair of tall, journal-filled bookshelves, I went directly to the title that he’d requested. I reached for the most recent volume at the same time as he did, and I jumped as his hand rested on top of mine...
I know I haven’t been active on this board lately, and I sincerely apologize to anyone I may have let down. That said, I’d like to start a new thread in which to indulge in my own personal fantasy. It’s not meant to be anything fancy, but just something fun I’ve been dwelling on lately...
Emily Chancellor (my character)-- College sophomore who has chosen to stay at school for the summer and work in the library. She is shy and inexperienced, kinda mousy and book-wormish, petite with shoulder-length, blonde hair, hazel eyes and glasses.
Setting-- University library, periodicals floor. It’s the middle of July. The floor is pretty much vacant, except for Emily, her boss (who’s in the back office), and a few patrons.
IC (Emily Chancellor):
Sitting quietly behind the reference desk, I flipped through the pages of the library’s copy of the most recent issue of Cosmo and struggled to keep from falling asleep. Being a student worker during the summer semester at college was certainly not an exciting job. I ran a hand through my short, blonde hair and sighed. Maybe I should have gone home for the summer…
“Excuse me.” The deep, masculine voice interrupted my inner pity-fest, and I nearly feel out of my chair when I looked up and found myself staring into a pair of gorgeous, blue eyes in a face of chiseled cheekbones, sensuous lips and perfect skin, topped off by a mop of curly, brown hair. I was struck dumb; I could only stare.
“Umm, is this were I can find medical journals?” he asked with a smile that made my heart beat so loud I was sure he could hear it.
“Yes! Yes, it is.” I found my tongue and jumped out of my chair, the magazine falling out of my lap and onto the floor. Ignoring my clumsiness and trying to regain my composure, I asked, “Are you looking for a specific title?”
“Well, I have this list,” he said, producing a list of articles, messily hand-written.
“He’s definitely on his way to becoming a model doctor,” I thought.
“Okay, ummm...” Studying the slip of paper, I picked the title that was furthest from the desk, allowing me the most amount of time to feast my eyes on the hunky doctor-in-training. “Let’s start with JAMA. I’ll show you where we shelve it, and I’ll explain the system to you. Then I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding the rest.”
Leading the patron towards the shelves, I felt his eyes on my backside, and, feeling bold, I deliberately wiggled my ass as I walked. Stepping between a pair of tall, journal-filled bookshelves, I went directly to the title that he’d requested. I reached for the most recent volume at the same time as he did, and I jumped as his hand rested on top of mine...