Brazen Irish
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- Dec 13, 2004
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This thread is closed to jushorny , msboy8 and myself. The basic outline can be found in the OOC thread. Enjoy your reading and please feel free to PM with compliments and critiques.
IC
The wheels of the shelving cart squeaked softly as Emma pushed it over the library carpeting, the rickety metal contraption neatly stacked with freshly returned books. She paused beside the outer rim of a book case and tilted her head up towards the pair men who we're working busily to repair a spider web of cracks that arched up the plaster walls and towards the ceiling. The two men seemed to know what they were doing, having lain out a sheet of plastic over the floor and mixed the bucket of fresh plaster themselves. Her mouth, to wide to be considered classically beautiful for all that her lips were lush, compressed into a prim line.
"I hope none of that causes any fumes that would damage the books!" she called out to the pair from where she stood several yards away. It was a loud sort of voice a proper librarian should not have used, but then, it was well after hours and there was no one to disturb. Except for the volunteer construction crew of course.
At thirty years old, Ms. Greenville as she demanded to be called, acted like a woman several decades her senior. A throwback from an earlier and more straightlaced time. She always dressed in browns and tans that did nothing to accentuate her appearance. At the moment she wore a crisply starched blouse buttoned up to her neck and a calf length skirt the color of dried mud. Her size seven feet were encased in flat leather pumps when even just a two inch heel would have really showed off her long, supple legs.
And on top of everything, the clothes seemed at least one size to big, hiding the shapely curves beneath. Her brown and gold streaked hair was pulled into a bun so tight that it pulled the skin of her face taunt. She looked the perfect picture of an uptight old broad when a just a dab of lipstick and sense of style really would have dolled her up and transformed her into an attractive lady.
Ms. Greenville watched the two men like a hawk even as she returned to her work, sliding books into their proper places. She seemed paranoid that one of them would splatter the white goo onto her precious books or something equally clumsy. From time to time she wheeled her cart right past the area they working in, staring at them behind the pair of black, no-nonsense glasses perched on the end of her small nose.
IC
The wheels of the shelving cart squeaked softly as Emma pushed it over the library carpeting, the rickety metal contraption neatly stacked with freshly returned books. She paused beside the outer rim of a book case and tilted her head up towards the pair men who we're working busily to repair a spider web of cracks that arched up the plaster walls and towards the ceiling. The two men seemed to know what they were doing, having lain out a sheet of plastic over the floor and mixed the bucket of fresh plaster themselves. Her mouth, to wide to be considered classically beautiful for all that her lips were lush, compressed into a prim line.
"I hope none of that causes any fumes that would damage the books!" she called out to the pair from where she stood several yards away. It was a loud sort of voice a proper librarian should not have used, but then, it was well after hours and there was no one to disturb. Except for the volunteer construction crew of course.
At thirty years old, Ms. Greenville as she demanded to be called, acted like a woman several decades her senior. A throwback from an earlier and more straightlaced time. She always dressed in browns and tans that did nothing to accentuate her appearance. At the moment she wore a crisply starched blouse buttoned up to her neck and a calf length skirt the color of dried mud. Her size seven feet were encased in flat leather pumps when even just a two inch heel would have really showed off her long, supple legs.
And on top of everything, the clothes seemed at least one size to big, hiding the shapely curves beneath. Her brown and gold streaked hair was pulled into a bun so tight that it pulled the skin of her face taunt. She looked the perfect picture of an uptight old broad when a just a dab of lipstick and sense of style really would have dolled her up and transformed her into an attractive lady.
Ms. Greenville watched the two men like a hawk even as she returned to her work, sliding books into their proper places. She seemed paranoid that one of them would splatter the white goo onto her precious books or something equally clumsy. From time to time she wheeled her cart right past the area they working in, staring at them behind the pair of black, no-nonsense glasses perched on the end of her small nose.