Welcome To St. B's!

[Annemarie Olsen]

Sitting alone in the library, Annemarie slouched over a book at one of the sectioned desks, light turned on for a better view and pencil in hand. Her second addiction lay open on the table, half-completed. Annemarie's eyes scanned over the page, looking for how to place her next move, where the number would go...

Sudoku. Rows upon rows of numbers, puzzles that could keep Annemarie occupied for hours. This was her second addiction, one that no one ever saw fit to rid her of, and Annemarie was that much happier for it. It'd been almost two weeks since her last bout of sex, and she was feeling rather down about it so a trip to the library for some time to focus and fuel her brain with some intellectual stimulation.

The library was almost deserted. The librarian sat at the desk, engrossed in the computer; less than a handful of residents were in the library at all, whether they be on the couches or searching for books amongst the shelves. Who would want to spend a day like today inside? It was sunny out, warm and breezy, kind of cloudy but just enough so that getting sunburn wasn't a problem.

Annemarie shook her head, letting it drop back down so that her eyes were once again on the rows and columns. The brown orbs widened and a smile came over her lips when she noticed a seven that she could put in one of the boxes. This was just as good as hanging around in a tree all day.

[Saint Rowhanson]

round here we talk just like lions
but we sacrifice like lambs !!

Saint wasn't sure what drew him to the library of all places, he hadn't read all that much since the event had taken place and now wasn't really a time that he wanted to begin doing so once more. He hummed to himself softly as he walked down the aisles; between tables and chairs avoiding the few solitary people who sat on them. His hazel eyes washed over the librarian who seemed fascinated with something on the computer and simply couldn't bare to tear their eyes away and Saint grunted softly. He could bet anything that the lovely librarian was getting about as much as Saint himself was, that being very little probably due to the fact that Saint would fall into a fit of panic as soon as anybody even reached towards him. His brown orbs then flicked over the rest of the small crowd, most of whom were studying the books before them, their pale faces reflecting the white of the page all the better than anybody elses. His eyes then fell upon somebody much different to the others in the library. She was skinnier than the rest, with a face that anybody could love. Her hair fell over her face as she looked at the book in front of her, some puzzle Saint presumed, as she brought her pencil up to it and marked the page a satisfied smile on her lips. That smile was enough to make Saint smirk a tiny little bit, as he slowly shuffled towards her, plucking a book from the shelves without looking.

He got closer to her desk, not certain whether he should ask to sit with her or just invite himself to the seat. He thought for a moment, his hand resting on the back of the chair as he finally opened his mouth. "Would you mind terribly if I sat here?" He asked, tilting his head to one side in an act of socialness that rarely graced Saint. He didn't really wait for an answer, before he plonked himself into the seat and opened the book. What a mistake it had been not to look at the title, he had picked out Charlotte's Web and now he would simply have to act like it really had interested him and that he hadn't done it out of habit. He opened the cover, and stared at the page before him with a look of disgust on his face.