OPEN TO ANYONE!
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Bella grunted incoherently to herself - how was she supposed to make a documentary of the people around her, lives of quiet anguish if she couldn't even find anybody to begin with? "No. No, no, no!" An angry whisper erupted alarmingly from her mouth, and she hissed dangerously as she proceeded to grab a handful of inky black hair, then pull. Using her other hand, her pale fingers curved around her video camera; one of which was the highest quality around. She did not take quality lightly.

However, despite the fact that the option she was sinking to was the one in particular that she detested most out of the hundreds swirling madly around inside her head, she decided to find a way to make it work. Her angry emerald gaze settled menacingly on the Ms. Chipman; librarian of the Cooke Library. She seemed to be an older woman, possibly in her late forties or early fifties, and her left ring finger lacked a band. Come to think of it, there was nothing better than a lonely, unmarried, old book worm as a specimin for 'quiet' desperation. Bella smirked.

When she did an interview, she generally dubbed the whole concept as boring, so she didn't write down the questions she was going to ask. She wanted to be spontaneous, catch her subject without warning, watch them crawl for an excuse, a lie, to make their shame so obvious for the world to see that it was almost nauseating. Real people, that was what made a documentary. Not preparation, not lists or lined up questions. To her, that defeated the purpose, and it would be a lie if Bella said the anticipation welling inside of her to speak to Librarian lady wasn't giving the feeling to soon leak through her ears.