Silent Days Interrupted [Open]

[Zacharie Villeneuve]

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[Celia Novelli]

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[atrb=style, height: 326px; padding: 0px 78px 0px 103px] SO WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO OH-OH when she's so damn cold, like 20 below? She felt like she was in hell. Utter hell. She wanted to curl up and whimper. Cecelia didn't even want to leave the office. She sobbed mentally as she strode purposefully into the building, having it been previously explained to her that perhaps she needed more reading material with which to study, despite her being a moderately respected geneticist in her own right. How strong an insult, to tell her, her of all people, to go study the area in which she was an expert. Her qualifications showed that, surely. Did she mention she hated the library? Did she mention how much she loathed it? Did she mention how she'd, if she was a man, anyway, rather be castrated with a metal spoon? Oh god let lightning strike her dead. Or at least that was the mental tirade going on in the Italian's head as her hand made contact with the door, as though it physically hurt her to do so. With an unnecessarily loud, laborious sigh she began her descent into the cursed building, gaze downcast as she went. As she ventured deeper into the room, her buisiness-like attire of a shirt, blazer and simple pencil skirt in her mind causing her to stand out like a sore thumb, and yet she couldn't care less with her designer handbag slung over her shoulder, she noted absently that she had only come across a select few people over the past few minutes, and soon found herself glaring at the sight of a couple of clearly overly studious children rushing about with a surprising number of books piled up precariously in their outstretched arms as though their mere existance was irritating her to no end, which considering her current mood was simply to be expected. Celia would never have thought that today was going to be actually interesting. After all, unless her brother was around, everything went moderately okay. There were no fires, nobody falling over themselves for something and having to wait for some idiot bursting with vigilantism to save anyone and move the hell out of her way. Flipping a page in a book that she had managed to reconver on the topic that she already knew too much about, she sighed in a sort of bored way. Having a life that never changed was honestly way too boring for the Italian to really ever enjoy, she noted to herself as she seated herself down at a table without bothering to see if anybody wasalready sitting there. No, she didn't care about the new and up and coming bands. No, she didn't care about the issues in the environment. Yes, she actually paid attention to the news and knew about politics. Yes, she paid attention to the economy woes. Yes, she wasn't all up in arms about this and that, things that didn't really matter, and yet she still didn't care to look up at all. Sighing quietly, she turned the lollipop in her mouth with her tongue, and continued to read distractedly. She could hear the people in the next table over chittering about their boyfriends and relationships. She honestly didn't care, but one of the girls had the most irritating voice. Although she could just about bear it, despite the fact that she sat there, silently seething as she attempted in vain to at least read a chapter of the goddamned book. She could just about manage, until the annoyingly loud rustling of a page turn caused her to snap her head up, a biting remark on the tip of her tongue as her gaze rose to meet that of a man's, who seemed to be seated opposite her for some unknown reason. "Would it kill you to do that fucking quietly!? Che palle!" Clicking her tongue, she leaned down to put her book down onto the table with deliberate force. There was only so much incompetence that she could take, after all. "Idiota..." THAT GIRL, THAT GIRL she's such a bitch (but i tell myself i can handle it ) TAGS ✏ Michiko/Open WORD COUNT ✏ 656 NOTES ✏ XDD Celia. She as a horrible temper. ^^"

[atrb=style, height: 172px; padding: 103px 161px 54px 164px] By JAWN of AA, OTE, and TC