WELCOME

[CADENCE CAMERON MACGUIRE]

She took a bite of her lunch, a greasy burger from one of the local joints, and sighed. She looked at the computer, putting her burger down and muttering. "Damn Wilkins, he's already four weeks over due..." she typed in the command to get an overdue notice printed and sipped her drink from the paper cup. Rain had been beating down on the building all day, and on occasion, she would jump. A tile would become too water logged, break and fall from the ceiling to shatter into a billion soggy pieces all over the place. Sometimes they'd fall in complete pieces and weight god-only knows how much. She was a tiny bit of a thing too, which made it even harder, she'd spent the whole morning struggling up and down ladders to throw tarps over the bookshelves. She hadn't been quick enough though.

So, once she finished most of her burger, she left the remaining bit on the wrapper at the desk, grabbing her drink and getting up. She was the only person working, some people had came in, but most of them left. One had offered to help her, and she moved a lot of books with Cadence over to the area with the tables. It was here she'd set up hot lamps and plugged in a hair dryer, opening the books to try and dry them of rainwater. She'd taken the break to eat, but it was over. Now, she turned the hair dryer back on, chewing the straw of her drink and beginning to dry up all the pages. Yep. Another thrilling day.

ooc;// sorry it's short, my wrist is starting to hurt again. D: -goes to find painkillers-

[MORGAN ANDREW TRAILER]

SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE, THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME?

NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME
help me believe, it's not the real me; somebody help me tame this animal

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School had, as always, been an extended blur. As curious as Mo was, he'd already diagnosed himself with senioritis, and had given up on his classwork, homework, and class altogether. He'd slept through the morning classes, then planned his weekend through the afternoon. Probably not smart, seeing as how many times his teachers called on him, and he failed to know the answer, but Morgan was always good at talking his way out of sticky situations. By the end of the day, the boy was ready to go on a walk, or work on a car; his strange, strange way of unwinding.

As soon as the bell rang, Morgan eagerly gathered his bag and hustled out the door before anyone else had a chance to react. His locker was on the second story, so Mo led himself upstairs and stuffed his bookbag inside. He had no intention of doing any homework over the weekend, so why lug it around? Morgan navigated himself through the halls of the school, and slipped out the doors, revealing the pouring rain and busy roads. He rustled his hair and ambled off in a random direction, not ready to go back to the apartment yet. Weather never really fazed Mo, and he simply ignored the raindrops pelting his face, uncaring of his soaking ensemble.

It wasn't until Morgan stood in front of the public library that a thought struck him. After meeting the quirky, friendly Cadence last night via instant message, Morgan had decided to stop by the library and say hello. Plus, at this point, the wind was blowing harder, and that was a bit more annoying than water. Sighing, Morgan shoved the doors open and was overwhelmed by the smell of old books.

The library was spacious, and Mo had always been a fan of the establishment. He padded forwards, shaking the water from his hair. Mo peered over at the font counter, but no one sitting there appeared to have tattoos or a lipring. He considered asking where the girl might be, but didn't want to get sucked into any small talk. Morgan searched through the library for her, and was about to give up and go home, when he saw a dark-haired girl sitting at a table, blow drying a book.

Mo couldn't help but crack a smile and quietly wandered towards her. He folded himself into the chair across from her, and inspected her work for a moment before speaking. "Moby Dick in need of a little primping time?"

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wordcount: meh, 416.
tag: cade!
outfit: black shirt, jeans.
lyrics: animal i have become - three days grace
notes: sorry it sucks!
credit: thavron @ caution
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[CADENCE CAMERON MACGUIRE]

on the right

left shoulder blade
hips
left inner wrist
left calf
left arm


[list]She glanced up as someone collapsed into the seat beside her. Blinking for a minute and finally removing the straw from her mouth, just as it clicked. She grinned and put the cup on the table, twisting her wrist and blowing a few pages over, continuing to dry it up. "Sure does, he's self-conscious and all, which I understand, seeing how he is indeed a whale." She shut off the hairdryer to be courteous, smiling at him and eying him. Muscular? Sure was. Thank god he wasn't like those body-builders. The ones that raised their arms up and suffocated or crushed their own heads between their muscles. That would've been disgusting, she might've told him to beat it...or pick up the shelving units so she could quickly vacuum under them.

Instead, she placed the hair dryer down, flipping the next page over to give it a head start in driving. She took a sip of her drink and smiled again slightly, yep, he was damn right. The live show was better. She didn't really know what caused this sudden change, usually she felt independent and didn't want help. Perhaps she felt the need to see someone else be productive. It wouldn't hurt if she asked an overly charming and attractive man to do it. It'd make her quite intelligent, actually. Even the boss needs a break occasionally, power to them if they hired, even if it is a shallow reason, someone good looking and willing to do it for them. She'd picked Morgan Trailer, and he was going to help. The library would actually have the beginning climb to an excitement climax, she rarely found the bookworm and dungeons and dragon boys attractive, or even cute. If guys like Morgan hung out in libraries, she'd probably be more willing to work there.

"Well, I'll erase your charges once you're finished, Mr. Trailer." She said, sitting up straight. No matter how much she tried, she'd always be a pint-sized problem. Barely over five two, he was probably still taller than her when he sat down. "You're lucky, I got most of it cleaned before you got here. I just need some help with the books and moving a shelf." she raised her eyebrows. "I can show you my tattoos after that."