LEGEND-wait for it...

[ALBERT NEIL DEAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1D366F; border-top: solid #1B50D8 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]ROLLING IN THE DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Once upon a time, a young man by the name of Albert was busy. Very, very busy. What was occupying him so, you might ask? Well, it's quite simple. He was avoiding stuff. Other people, his homework, annoying people, his schoolwork, sunshiny people, loud people, smart people, people, people, people*. Al was just not in the mood to deal with any of them, hence his hiding in the library. He had a feeling people might not suspect that he was in here, as Al couldn't even remember the last time he was in one**. So, here we are. Al was busy avoiding things, by the time-tested method of pretending to work. He had stacks of books on the table, and a few of them were even open. To what, Al had no clue. He didn't even know what books they were. He wasn't really working on anything but sleeping a little bit. Dozing, really. But***. Al was getting bored. Maybe it was time to stop avoiding people and do something. Even if it meant dealing with other people. Al let out a big sigh, which very few people heard, considering the near emptiness of la bibliothèque****. Al closed his eyes again, his head leaning back into his shoulders. What. A. Conundrum. So bored. So not wanting to deal with people. He just needed a friend, indeed, that was what Al needed. So. Two options here, Al, ol' boy. He could get up, get out of his comfy (not really) chair, and go and find someone. A friend, or Mickey. Mickey always proved interesting. Or. OR. He could lay here and sleep. If someone came along, then, perhaps Al could muster up the proper excitement and do something with them. Al decided to go ahead with that second decision. Because, hey, if no one interesting came along, he could always go ahead and get up later. Until then, Al's forehead hit an open book***** and he closed his eyes, just listening. *and don't forget other people. **It was two and a half years ago. For a project. It was one that required reading. Al didn't enjoy it too much; then again, he had to read Great Expectations, and really, not very many fourteen-year-olds enjoy reading about it. I certainly didn't. And I love books all the time. ***Always a but. Or butts. ****That's French. For 'the library.' Hon hon hon. *****GET IT? HE HIT THE BOOKS. GET IT? [/classy] TAG: open NOTES: ...DARY! OUTFIT

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[EMERSON NOEL JUDSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DAB4C9; border-top: solid #E8EFF3 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]GOING OUT WITH A BANG [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] A lazy smile flickered on the lips of the petite brunette as she entered the library, not bothering to make sure the door didn't slam shut behind her. Whoops.. her bad. She was heavily rewarded with many 'shhhhh's' from the nerds studying. Huh. It seemed like it was a scene from a very bad movie. She repressed an amused giggle, knowing it would just earn her another glare from the librarian. Em didn't usually venture into the library - a party-er's hell, is what she called it - but it was highly humorous to vex the hardcore smart people, and, to be totally honest, it was interesting to observe the nerds in their natural habitat. It made her think about those LIFE shows with the narrator: "As we watch the geeks, - Homo nerdians*, as they are called - they seem to be doing the thing they do best, bookworm-ing. The five foot one fifteen-year-old stopped her saunter when she reached the middle of the library, and scanned her surroundings with her hazel eyes, gauging which smart-sicle to mess with first. In her mind, it was the one of the best things - besides drinking and skydiving - to do, one of her most reveled hobbies. A smirk played on her mouth as she choose her next target. A girl with two braids, absolutely no make-up, and her nose stuck in the biggest book Emmy had ever seen. Oh, yea- wait a second. There was a boy, sleeping. Now, that wasn't something she had seen everyday. Usually, this place was filled with dedicated geeks, but there seemed to be a change in the making. She hesitated, distracted from her wrecking havoc for a moment, slightly caught-off-guard by the slacker who dared walk in the midst of this giant bunch of inane nerds. _________ *me = big science guru -- does it show? xD [/classy] NOTES: ... o.o I freaking love Barney Stinson. WEARING: le clicke

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[ANDREA NICOLE FLYNN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #9AC0CD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]AIN't GOT NOTHIN' ON ME[/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Libraries. The very dwelling place of nerdism and cliches. And it was also the last place anyone would expect to see Andi, but here she was. Not here because she wanted to study, but rather because her parents had thought it'd be a great idea that she become a library aid at her new school. Which was odd because her parents didn't really like reading either. But maybe they secretly always wanted a smart kid. Now she pretty much just insulted herself. The effects of the library were getting to her head. It wouldn't be long before she started actually caring about school. She rubbed her temples and shelved the next book. "Another ten million more to go." She muttered to herself only to get a "shhh". What? There was no way he could've heard that! Unless they had super-hearing...at this school, you could never rule out the impossible. She looked across the room for the mysterious person but everyone was quiet. Andi frowned and a shot a hopeful glance at the librarian who nodded. Finally. Break time. She reached for her back that was laying nearby and began digging for a snack. As soon as she pulled it out the librarian glared at her and pointed to a sign. Whoever came up with the rule of no food or drink in the library, was stupid. Andi sat down by her bag and looked around the library. No one real interesting, except for a guy sleeping. If only she could get away with that. Life would be so pleasant. It was weird though. He seemed to be the only one besides her that didn't fit in at the library. Then what was he doing here? He obviously wasn't an aid, or Ms. Dragonlady would've kept him busy. The sound of a door slamming shut distracted Andi and she and every other person looked in that direction. It was a girl, who also didn't really belong... Those who did proceeded to shush the girl. Andi gave an apologetic shrug to the girl. She looked young. Maybe fifteen, probably a freshman. The girl stopped walking apparently seeing the sleeping guy too. Yep she was just as confused. Or at least that look on her face said so. Perhaps she should introduce herself. It wasn't everyday three people who didn't belong in a library, met in a library. So maybe it happened more often than she thought but in any case... [/classy] OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: Mind if I join in?

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[ALBERT NEIL DEAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1D366F; border-top: solid #1B50D8 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]ROLLING IN THE DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader]There were people coming in and out of the library, but this wasn't entirely surprising. People entered and exited libraries allllll the time. True story. And yet, none of these people were really talking to Al. He was grateful for it, sure, since they were letting him sleep*. However, since this is a thread on a roleplaying website, chances are very high that Al would soon be interacting with these two young girls**. But let's let him doze for a little while longer. You see, the reason why Al was merely dozing is quite simple. Whenever he becomes fully asleep, or generally unconscious, Al loses control over his powers. This can be a fairly scary event. Why? Oh, you silly player, you didn't read Al's application. He has scary scary shadow powers. When he loses control,*** the whole place gets really dark and scary. Like, really, really dark and scary. Which was naturally used for comic effect the first time Al spent the night at Mickey's****. This is why Mickey sleeps with a nightlight. Moving on from all of this lovely background and back to the actual events of the thread, let's go ahead and have Al look up at the others occupying the library. There was a girl a few tables to his left with massive braids, a couple of boys quietly arguing over whether Stature or Hawkette was hotter*****, and then, with a door slam and several looks, there was a small brunette eying everyone in the library like they were hers for the taking. There was also the blond that had been flitting about, but Al couldn't really see her from his standpoint. Sitpoint. Whatever. The last two girls seemed interesting enough, but Al still didn't truly feel like getting up and talking and all of that. Instead, he sat back in his chair and balanced on the back to legs of it. So. Bored. What to do, what to do.... *Of course, he was mostly dozing, and doing a lot of listening. **Mickey's going to get jealousssss. ***Or falls asleep, or gets knocked out. ****Al fell asleep, and Mickey got really freaked out by all of the dark. When Al woke up to pee a few hours later, he found Mickey in the corner of the room. Fighting off the shadows. With a toothbrush. He attacked Al, too. It's pretty hilarious in hindsight. *****Wiccan is the hottest. Or Speed. [/classy] TAG: MORE PEOPLE! NOTES: I've been reading a lot of Terry Pratchett, hence the footnotes. OUTFIT

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[EMERSON NOEL JUDSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DAB4C9; border-top: solid #E8EFF3 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]GOING OUT WITH A BANG [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] The momentary distraction that she had due to the dozing boy was elongated because of the presence of the only other sane person in the room. That is, one who doesn't live in this freaking place. It was blonde girl, with the quite obvious 'bored out of my mind' expression. Been there, done that. Though, she hadn't been forced to be in a library for over an hour. The thought sent a shudder down her spine. Maybe she could use some company, seeing as she was trapped in a room full of nerds - and one out-of-place boy -. It wasn't exactly her ideal situation, and she wondered if the girl thought the same. Well, no time like the present to find out. A self-confident grin plastered on her face, Em started towards the blonde. She realized that most of the quietness enforcers had gone back to their studies, but a few still had their gaze fixed on Emmy. And she didn't mind. Quite frankly, she loved being the center of attention, and reveled in any time their she got. She reached the girl, and, with a sideways glance at the dozing boy, preceded to introduce herself. "Hi, there. I'm Emerson. Call me Em or Emmy, either works. You don't really look like you belong here. We have something in common. Just an observation." She flashed a wide grin her way, quite obviously not at all shy. She had never been. See, growing up in the ghetto had a way of making a person a lot more crude and outright than one who would grow up in.. say, Hollywood. Soon after she spoke came the expected preceding of shushes from the brainiacs in the room. Em simply ignored them, showing no signs of hearing them except for the slight smirk that crept on her face. "What's your name?" [/classy] NOTES: sowwy for the shortness XD WEARING: le clicke

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