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[mewphie1]

living in a state of dreaming,

Nora hated this town, and that was really all there was to it.

She didn't want to be here, didn't want to work, didn't even like books all that much. Granted she didn't care for much anything "all that much," but still - the fact auntie dearest got her the job without even caring to ask her what she likes to do made it worse. Having to know sections, numbers, categories, catalogs, how to work the computer, scan books in and out, blah, blah, blah, how about no?

Nora groaned she she slumped in her seat, annoyed at having to be here, specifically in the library, of all places. Sure, she got paid, but that didn't really make it more bearable. It wasn't like a six-figure salary. Or a three-figure one, for that matter. It was just an utterly unstimulating, uninteresting place where people bugged her too much and she was paid way too little to even bother to try.

Rolling her eyes at the thought of her boss - she stuck her tongue out at the thought - coming in and seeing her slumped in a chair like a visitor, she slunk further down, just at the thought of spiting him. And in case of a library-goer coming in and needing help...

Nora worked her right foot out of her shoe, stretched her leg out toward the table, and tried to drag the closest magazine toward her, close enough to clinch between her toes. She scowled at how difficult it was, groaning a little, glaring at the wooden surface and the paper catalogs on top of it as if they would surrender it to her. The idea of sitting up to get it either crossed her mind, but at least this gave her something to do. However annoying it was getting, and fast.

"Ha!" Nora's features relaxed as the magazine was finally between her toes, and retracted her leg toward her body. At the same time, a magazine just-barely held by her smaller appendages slid off the table onto the floor, taking another few with it.

Nora paused, looking at the abrupt mess on the ground. "Why." She deadpanned, half-dreading what needs to happen next.

Someone will need to clean that up and put them on the table, she acknowledged.

...It's a good thing she didn't care enough to do it herself, though, because that someone was certainly not going to be her.

Instead, she took the magazine from between her toes, shoved her foot gracelessly back into her shoe, and opened the booklet up, resting it on her face, not bothering a bit with its contents.

Hey, she wasn't going for believable - just avoiding work.

my life is a play, is a play

LAIKA OF GS!

[xana]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]			so many different faces
[atrb=vAlign, top]	[atrb=vAlign, top]		[atrb=vAlign, top] It's that time of the week again. As peculiar as having the library inside the city hall is, Damian wasn't one to judge that. Hell, he'd probably set an ice rink in city hall if he had is way as mayor. ...Anyway, he's off to drop off the books he borrowed. Really, all of them were small books, but he had at least a dozen; he had to carry them in a shopping bag for Pete's sake! Even more peculiar is the fact that no one minded seeing a jacket-wearing man in face mask and headband carrying a bag of books. Some even waved and greeted him. Damian reciprocated the gesture and went along his way. When he reached the library, he heard a distinctive cry of victory. ...Followed by a deadpanned "Why." He sighed and went in, only to see Nora slumped on her chair and putting a magazine over her face. Looking down, he saw a couple other magazines. He sighed to make his presence known and bent down to pick the fallen magazines. "Enjoying your nap, Nora?" He placed the books on a tray labeled "Return," and, seeing as he was the only person there, crumpled the plastic bag loudly and obnoxiously. He proceeded to ignore the potential ranting and seething from Nora and walked into the area full of bookshelves, waving his hand and replying with a casual, "Yeah, yeah..." all the while. He pocketed the ball of plastic and made his way over to the novels. Taking a couple from there, he made his usual route and picked up a few cookbooks. After a few minutes, he waltzed his way back to the front, balancing seven book in each hand. He laid them on the table in front of Nora and did his signature eye-smile. "Would you be so kind as to check out my books?"

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[mewphie1]

living in a state of dreaming,

Settling herself into the chair with the magazine balanced over her face, ora let out a quiet breath of relief. So long as her boss didn't show up, she hopefully wouldn't be forced to do anything.

No sooner had she closed her eyes, however, did a voice disrupt her attempted break. "Enjoying your nap, Nora?"

Nora groaned in response, biting back choice words. Too much movement of the lips could cause the magazine to fall, and then she'd have to pick it back up again. What a drag.

Instead the blonde reached up and held the bottom of the magazine, letting it slip just enough down her face so she could see who was speaking. She didn't really bother to remember his name, but it was tat guy who came in here too much, checked out too many books, and covered what wasn't enough of his face. He ought've covered both eyes - then he couldn't bother checking out books to read.

Lolling her head back, Nora closed her eyes and pulled the magazine back over her eyelids, blocking light from seeping through. "Blah," She offered with insight as the Masked Cyclops moved around and made noise. He offered some sort of vocal noise she didn't care to tune in or listen to, but it was a short noise, so probably nothing consequential or important. And if it was, it probably didn't matter anyways.

"Be better without you," She muttered under her breath after a moment before closing her lips and balancing the magazine once again on her face.

Blocking out noise from Pop-Eye's direction, Nora got a few minutes of respite from doing anything (thank God) before the miserable sound of paperback hitting wood in front of her interrupted her nothing-time.

"Would you be so kind as to check out my books?"

There was a hint of amusement in his tone that Nora didn't like. Then again she didn't like much about people. Especially when they talked. And to her. Grabbing the bottom of her magazine again, Nora sighed. She moved to sit up before quickly deciding against it, instead remaining reclined.

"As much as I'd love to help you," She started, her tone wavering between her sarcastic seriousness and serious sarcasm, "I can't. The computers are down." She concluded abruptly, keeping a final sigh to herself. It was a lie, of course, or it was one as far as she knew (the computers were at the front, after all, not in the middle, where she'd tried to hide from work), but it didn't bother her. Not her problem now. If her boss found out she'd lied to this guy later, then she'd deal with it then. Or just avoid him, too. Whichever.

my life is a play, is a play

LAIKA OF GS!

[xana]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]			so many different faces
[atrb=vAlign, top]	[atrb=vAlign, top]		[atrb=vAlign, top] Ahhh, here we go... While Nora wasn't exactly the bes- no, scratch that. She's probably one of the worst librarians in the history of librarians. But she does serve to keep Damian's mind sharp and witty by being witty and trying to get him of her back. It isn't the fairest of relationships, but Damian gets two things out of it, which he doesn't mind at all. Today wasn't really that great of a challenge, but it was going to be interesting. The computer was clearly working, and it would be too easy to tell her that. Damian thought of a couple scenarios, but ultimately decided on one. "Eh... Well then, you're gonna have to do it by hand then. Because I'm gonna stay here until I get my books checked out." Was he really going to? No, but she didn't need to know that. It was a bluff, but there was little to no doubt in his mind Nora would either continue to BS her way out of working, or just work. He had his money on the former. So, he did his signature eye-smile that has the power to piss people off to no ends or unnerve others in certain situations.

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[mewphie1]

living in a state of dreaming,

The Masked Nuisance was quiet for a bit, and Nora felt a little smug. He hadn't walked away, but perhaps he was considering doing so, or at least leaving her alone. If she got lucky, maybe he'd kill time, or even just leave the place and come back later.

Sadly, it was not to last.

"Well then, you're gonna have to do it by hand then. Because I'm gonna stay here until I get my books checked out."

Nora hummed. "Yeah, no. I don't do that. Sorry." She apologized, not sounding sorry at all. "Feel free to go find the big boss man, though. He'll do something. Maybe."

And with that, Nora shrugged, feeling satisfied. She'd gotten out of work, and if she had to, she'd ignore the pesky cyclops. She really didn't care if he spent all day here. It wasn't her problem that he didn't have anything better to do. And if he did, oh well. That was his problem. Hers was the hours until quitting time, which were still tragically long and far too elusive for her lazy bum to stand.

my life is a play, is a play

LAIKA OF GS!

[xana]

Damian had already seen the possibilities unfold. She may bull crap her way out. She may actually do it. But it looks like she pushed the responsibility to the big man. A little disappointing, really. She made it a little too easy this time. "I see. Well, your boss and I were chatting a bit the other day. Something about a lazy worker that's going to be sorely disappointed the next time she gets paid."

Yet another bluff. ...Sort of. He actually would assume the role as "that guy," and gesture Nora's boss to her... Lackluster performance. Damian's pretty sure the boss man would take just about anything to get her to work harder, so Damian's suggestion to cut her pay may work. Maybe. It's a big gamble, really, but he does like gambling.

He turned his head and tilted it up, scratching his chin to look like he was contemplating. "Of course, I'd put in a good word if you checked out my books. He and I are rather good acquaintances." This part was actually rather true. He and her boss had talked to each other on multiple occasions, either through library visits or just randomly while walking around town. More often than not, they talked about Nora's laziness and books. I swear, she'd put my little bro back home to shame. Her laziness can really give his a run for his money.

[mewphie1]

living in a state of dreaming,

Nora's arm was getting tired. That was her predominant concern as the Monotone Monocle spoke once again, no doubt trying to get her to actually do something. She might put her arm down soon and just not bother with any of her words being muffled or the magazine falling down. Her eyes were closed anyway, after all, so did it really matter?

"Well, your boss and I were chatting a bit the other day. Something about a lazy worker that's going to be sorely disappointed the next time she gets paid."

Letting her arm rest sounded like a very good idea, Nora decided, releasing her small lifting hold on the the of the magazine and allowing the semi-cool pages of the magazine to touch her lips and the point of her chin, her arm relaxing to her side. Yes, much better. She already felt less tired, not using those muscles.

"Did you now?" Nora drolled. "How unfortunate for them," Was her disinterested offer to the remark. It was some sort of "threat" directed to her, undoubtedly, but she almost laughed. As if she actually cared? They already paid her crap, what was a few cents less than the meager profits she was scraping in anyway?

"Of course, I'd put in a good word if you checked out my books. He and I are rather good acquaintances."

This time, Nora snorted, raising her head, the magazine sliding off her face and onto her lap. She raised her eyebrow quizzically, half a smile tugged up on her lips, thoroughly amused. "What, you think I work here for the money? They pay me shit anyways, what do I care? You're adorable, sweetie, but that's the only thing going for you."

Nora let out another quiet chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief at this guy, and then leaned back again, readjusting the magazine on her face to its former position.

Thinking he could try and get her to work... Oh, what a stupid, stupid man he was. As if she'd ever do that.

my life is a play, is a play

LAIKA OF GS!

[xana]

Damian quirked an eyebrow and remained quiet for a second. She seemed to be amused. Well, at least he isn't the only one. So, he did what she did: he chuckled. "Well, you're a worthy adversary. I can't say I've met someone lazier than you. But, I'm afraid you're gonna have to check out my books. Unless you'd like to incur the wrath of your aunt."

Now, he wasn't sure what this was going to do. He has met her aunt before, yes. Nice lady. He had come across her a few times. A few times by her buying trinkets from his store, others just passing by. However, only recently had he found out she was Nora's aunt. A real shocker, really. The nice lady had her as a niece? Oh dear.

He yawned and cracked his neck. "Ahhh... May as well check out some more books if I'm gonna stay here any longer." He turned around and started to walk back, leaving at least his other dozen books for Nora to check out on her desk.