The Librarians' Corner

"Whose the kid?" Evra asked, gesturing to Oblivious.

"My date to the prom. What do you want, Mister Goody Two Shoes? Mama know you're calling?" she asked. "Where you'd you get the drachma? And where did you find out how to do this?"

"That's not important. What's important is you give me directions to Camp," he said.

"Monsters came didn't they?" she asked, deadpanned.

"Your freak stuff? Yeah," he said sheepishly.

"You're stupid. Good bye," she scowled. "Oh and Long Island."

She swiped through the mist and sat back down to her books. She waited a bit before answering a question that she suspected to be on Oblivious' mind. "My twin brother. Evra."

"Didn't you hear me when I was talking to Evra? He asked who you were and then I said you were my date to prom? Listen, Livious," she said and rolled her eyes. She already knew what he was going to ask from the moment he started his cheesy poetry.

She found herself feeling rushed and in her state, she didn't like that feeling as the world spun around and around. She had to stop once inside. She pawed her way to a chair to at least sit on. She looked up at him and breathed slowly.

OOC: Crap. Disregard that post. Wrong charrie. I had a glitch. I posted my library post in my washington thread and my washington post in my library thread.

"I'm not exactly traditional or conventional," she shrugged. She winked at him. "See, I'm not one for being told what to do. Traditions are out."

"I see, you do many things differently than most I'm guessing?" he asked her, he had not known much about tradition or convention in most matters, but did over here a few things about this one.

ooc: oh, lol

"I hated Christmas when I was little because Mama would make me join in the so called festivities," she sighed. "I also disliked every holiday except Easter. I got my first flute for Easter when I was a little girl. Ever since then, my skillset with it has grown. If you don't mind the pun."

"Uh... No. I just don't like being bossed around. Traditions do that," she shrugged. "I know it's hard to comprehend but that's why. I don't claim to be a simple person. I just claim to be an honest one. Most the time."

"No. That's why I hate my dad. He gives me cool projects but he will not control me. I don't like being trapped," she said.

ooc: um, what?, I am very confused

bic: "how does asking you of things mean control you?, if I may ask." Oblivious had asked, not understanding now, her last statement confused him. Oblivious shook his head slightly "never mind, I must be going now, good bye." Oblivious said as he dissolved into a shadow, traveling to the funeral pyre.