Naamah
angel
[M:300]
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Post by Naamah on Jul 7, 2012 15:27:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #eeeeee; border-top: 10px solid #181818;padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px;text-align: justify;] [/style][style=text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;font-family: verdana;]In a far corner of the deserted library, a book went sailing over several tables before hitting the far shelf with a thump and flopping down on the floor, spine up, golden lettering gleaming in the low light. Il Divina Comedia, it said to anyone who might have cared enough to look.
On the other side of the room from whence the book sailed from, a lithe girl slumped in one of the hard wooden chairs, booted feet propped up on the table. ”Che noioso, stupido Dante,” she grouched, mostly to herself. At first glance, the girl seemed like any other student (or a particularly bad one) but as one got closer, they might notice the electric feeling of power that cackled around her that screamed ’definitely not human.’
Absently, the Angel stared at the stack of books that someone had left on the table. Whoever put it there had been rather eclectic; the first one having been a copy of Dante’s ‘greatest work’ (pff yeah right) and the second being a rather large volume of…huh, astrophysics (did any of their monkey brains even understand that stuff?). Naamah pushed the excessively large hardback off the top of the stack unceremoniously, listening to it fall to the table with a loud clang that resonated throughout the library. The third and fourth books (both modestly sized paperbacks on pseudoscience) met a similar fate. Picking up the fourth one, Naamie fixed it with a stare.
‘John Milton’, the cover proclaimed proudly in uppercase violet text. ’Paradise Lost’, it said afterwards in even bigger uppercase text. Naamah didn’t even bother opening to the first page. She just wound back her arm and threw it across the room where it landed by ’Il Divinia Comedia’ with a thump and a sigh of frustration(from her, obviously, books don’t sigh). The mortal coil was unquestionably uninteresting, she decided. The archangels had thrown her down to make her lose her hatred of humanity. But really they were probably hoping she’d die of monotony first.
Notes: no books were harmed in the making of this post Words: 360 Tagged: Sam/Open
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 9, 2012 14:13:25 GMT -5
It seemed like he was going to the library even when he didn't have a class to teach. His reasons? He didn't exactly know. Maybe it was because it was a calm peaceful place where he could think things through. Or maybe it was because he would be surrounded by his favorite books? Either way here he was walking towards the library's big double doors when he heard some commotion coming from inside.
Now any normal person would burst through the door wondering what was going on. Thinking it was someone stealing stuff. But Sam wasn't exactly normal to say the very least. He was more cautious then anything. Taking out one of his .45's he slowly came up to the door,listened for more sound before opening one of the doors slowly.
Creeping slowly into the room he scanned the room while he crept more into the room. His eyes followed the books as they either got thrown or knocked over. "Alright who is defacing school property?"He asked in a firm tone of voice.Getting closer to the source he cocked the gun.
Sort of like a warning to whoever it was. Walking even closer he finally saw who it was,causing him to lower his gun. Putting the gun away he lets out a sigh as he walked towards the angel."You never seemed to like books did you Naamah?"He asked as he stood looking at her. |
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Naamah
angel
[M:300]
Posts: 10
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Post by Naamah on Jul 10, 2012 21:29:42 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #eeeeee; border-top: 10px solid #181818;padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px;text-align: justify;] [/style][style=text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;font-family: verdana;]Naamah didn’t bother getting up; just remained sprawled there, feet on the desk, head tipped back, arms hanging limply at her sides, completely still. Some particularly bookwormish humans had described the smell of the library to be crisp and fresh. But it was more like filthy old socks, the angel decided. No finesse to it at all. Mind contemplating the smell of the library (among other things), no acknowledgement was given to the sound of a gun being cocked and the door trying to quietly open or the voice saying something (but what she was too lazy to decipher). She did however, raise her eyes a little at the sound of her name, amber pools straining just so so that she could see Sammy Winchester make a face at her (that he probably wasn’t aware he was making but that’s irrelevant).
”Heya Sammy, what’s the bitch face for?” she chirped, the corners of her mouth twitching in faint amusement. Not waiting for a reply, she pulled the next book off the stack and not bothering to see what this particular volume was about (physics again, if she had to guess, the stack wasn’t getting any more interesting any time soon as it had already shrank considerably), Naamah quickly leafed through the pages before dropping it with a loud crack! to the ground beside her chair.
Realizing the gigantic human was still standing there. She finally raised her eyes to stare at him, ”Well don’t just stand there, you big oaf,” she quipped, ”Do something interesting.” Satisfied that the human was going to stop taking up space, Naamah let her gaze drift off towards the far wall, skimming over the shelves and looking for nothing in particular before they settled back on him. The edges of her lips tipped downwards in displeasure, ”C’mon, dance on one foot or something.”
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