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Post by Ophelia James on Jul 18, 2009 11:06:03 GMT -5
 
You knew you were a bibliophile at heart when you turned up at your place of employment on your day off and started placing other novels in front of the Twilight series. This sort of prejudice was typical of Ophelia James. Slogging through fantasy novels had always proven to be quite a chore for the young woman and the vampire quartet was the sort of trash that triggered her literary gag reflex. So she stood in the Young Adult Fiction Section, patiently rearranging the paperbacks so that Gossip Girl shined while Twilight remained unseen. She wasn't exactly a fan of novels about over privileged adolescents, but the United States of the Upper East beat out Forks by a long shot. There were quite a few other past times that should have been commanding her attention, but Ophelia preferred saving the youth culture from the annihilation of their intelligence to preparing for the beginning of her sophomore year.
The mere thought of the upcoming academic session made her sigh in reluctance. Sandusky seemed decidedly dull compared to the summer she'd spent in Los Angeles. Two months had passed while she had interned at a photography studio on the coast. The experience had been incredible, but ultimately useless. Aside from her usual artistic training in school, there were few opportunities for skill advancement here in Ohio. As far as she knew, the town didn't even come equipped with a studio. This hadn't been an issue when she was younger and content to snap pictures of frogs and budding leaves; but with her decision to pursue a career in fashion photography, it became evident that she needed more practice with models against a backdrop. The school's brick walls no longer counted and her dorm room wouldn't have enough space once she was assigned a roommate or three. Another sigh parted her rose glossed lips and Ophelia decided to call her project finished and locate a book that would lift her spirits.
Her white cotton dress was in the process of swishing around her neatly waxed ankles when a book cover caught her sky blue eyes' attention. It was a moss green paperback with a picture of a young blond in period attire on the front. The title was simply "Ophelia". For a moment the breathing Ophelia was confused. Why did that girl resemble her? Then her natural curiosity grabbed the reins and steered her into picking up the book. According to the description on the back, the novel told the story of Shakespeare's Hamlet from Ophelia's prospective. That was very interesting. Ophelia had been christened after this very character. Her mother had read the play while enduring a sixteen hour labor. She herself owned a copy that was rather dog eared and battered from multiple perusings of its pages. Ophelia stood up and smoothed the creases from the mid-section of her dress. Then she adjusted the thin strap inching down her bare and slightly tanned shoulder before making her way to the front of the store.
Borders was known to be an ant hill of activity on Saturday afternoons and today was no exception. The lines to purchase books were long and brimming with children and people on their cell phones. Ophelia took her place at the end of the shortest line and reached into her red leather handbag from her compact mirror. She examined her slightly unkempt undo with a smile. She'd seen the style in a magazine and devoted the morning to mastering it. Her hair was somewhat lighter after the weeks spent in the sun and her whitening toothpaste was starting to kick in. All in all, she thought that her appearance was a ten. Right down to the brown Aldo sandals on her feet. She put the compact back in its pocket and opened the book. Five pages later it was her turn to pay.
A young woman was working this particular counter. She appeared to be a year or two older than Ophelia. Ophelia caught sight of what the girl was doing and instantly decided that she was undeserving of employee of the month.
Tagged;; Emma Jenkins
Words;; 686
Credit;; Picture by Pretty Girl, text bby Gimme Nao?! Both at Caution
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Post by emma jenkins -- on Jul 18, 2009 12:23:00 GMT -5
 tell the sun don't fall so we'll never forget- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
brrrriiiiinnnngggg
groaning, emma turned herself over in bed, slamming her hand on her alarm clock. She didn’t feel like waking up at all, but there was a need to. If she didn’t have work, emma would have at least slept in till at least nine so that she wasn’t completely drained as she felt as she woke up then. Throwing the covers off, she looked around the dorms, yawning. Macie and connor were still asleep, she saw. Making sure she didn’t make too much noise, she went to the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth quickly. Stepping out, she quickly grabbed her clothes and went back into the bathroom, changing quickly. Brushing her hair, she tied her hair into a low side ponytail before she grabbed her wallet and walked out, closing the door behind her carefully. Walking down the steps towards the main lobby of the girls dorms, she pushed the door and walked out, waving to a few girls that wre in one of her classes as she walked past them. She was happy that it didn’t take too long to walk to borders; honestly, only about ten minutes. Which is why she always made it just before her time to clock in for work.
Saturdays were the days where emma was certain that she was going to be working at Borders. She never managed to have a Saturday morning and afternoon off, because they always had her working those days. She hated it, because it meant that she couldn’t hang out with macie or connor whenever they were actually free. But night times were theirs, and the three of them would hang out and have fun at night, whether they were having a movie night in their dorm or out and about in the mall. But she wasn’t working the afternoon shift today, which she was thankful for. They had some new, older woman coming in today at noon, so emma was free to leave early that day. But for now, she was stuck behind the counter. She didn’t mind it so much; she thought it was better than stacking books. That, she found boring, and plus, it was always distracting because she would get caught up in some of the books that she saw that were really good. She remembered having to do that for the first few weeks after she got a job. That had been slightly boring, for emma. Which was saying something, because emma loved reading books. But she knew she would get in trouble for sitting there and reading the books she was supposed to be stacking them. And she’d rather not lose her job.
Thus, that was why she was so happy that she’d loved the fact that she was promoted to cashier. One of the other cashiers had quit, because she found a better job, and ema had been asked to take her place. Anyways, there wasn’t much time for reminiscing in emma’s mind. She needed to keep her head in the game. … that was slightly lame, thinking that. She looked up, smiling a friendly smile at the elderly woman who had a few cook books with her. Taking them, she scanned them with the little scanner thing that they had, and told the woman how much she owed. Watching her scan the credit card she had, emma pressed a few buttons on the register before pulling out the recipt and asking her to sign her name on the line. Thanking the woman as she took her bag, emma, ran a hand over the few little strands of hair that hung in her face. She couldn’t wait to get off shift in a few hours; she was going to call connor and ask if he wanted to meet her at the food court or something. She was starving, but she didn’t want to sit alone. Though macie was probably already at the mall… pulling her phone out quickly while there was the slightest break, she quickly texted macie asking if she was at the mall. Shoving her phone back into the back pocket of her pants, she looked up, calling next.
She moved her hair out of her eyes as she saw the next person come up. It turned out to be a girl that worked with her. She was one of the assistants at the store. Ophelia, her name was? Emma wasn’t sure; she hadn’t really talked to the girl at all. She just knew that she was a grade younger, and went to bristol with her. She knew that she would have to talk to her sometime; she should try now. “Hey. Ophelia, right?” She gave her a friendly smile, checking out the book that the girl had. “Oh, that’s a great book. I read it once when I was stacking some of the books one day.” she shook some of her hair out of her face as she looked at the girl. “So, how are you?” she smiled a friendly smile at her as she waited for her to slide the book over the counter so Emma could check it out. She was talking quite a lot, which was q uite odd for her. Emma used to be a really quiet girl; some people would call her practically mute at times. But she figured being friends with macie, and dating connor, bought out a bit of a more talkative side of her. And it wasn’t a bad talkative either; it was extremely friendly talking. She used to not say anything to people before she came to bristol. Now she could talk to people at work and such. It was sort of like she’d completely changed, only not really. Her father was pretty impressed. He’d known she was a quiet girl, and had always tried to get her to talk more, often taking her to those take your son or daughter to work days. Yeah, she hadn’t really talked there either. She shook her head as she looked back up at Ophelia. She needed to stop thinking so much; she tended to miss out on stuff at times when she thought so much.
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tagged ophelia / sam <3
lyrics credit versaemerge - past praying for
music zoey 101 in the background XD
credits wowee it's kaex for banner
notes kinda sucks, i'm sorry!
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