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Post by megan on Jul 7, 2010 10:33:18 GMT -5
Working for a book store had always been a fantasy for Jessie. She adored reading, sure, but her adopted parents didn't see the point her her wanting to read books that weren't for the sake of anything other than passing classes in school. They didn't understand her love and passion of living in someone else's world or mind. Diving deep into the book where no one can tell her she's a nothing, where she feels as if she could belong. Jessie has never felt like she belonged anywhere, until she stepped foot in this store and saw the 'Now Hiring' sign months ago.
She had been making small time cash singing part time for commercials and for open mic nights at a club down the street... but that wasn't what she dreamed of doing. She hoped to make a career out of horse back riding or yodeling. It took her a long time to realize that those dreams just may not happen anytime soon.
Jessie's been in a depressive state for a while now, and grabbing the book she's been reading currently she made her way to the back of the store for her fifteen minute lunch break. She grabbed her sandwich and coca-cola from the employee mini fridge and took a seat at the run down table in the break room. She hoped that she wouldn't get interrupted today. She was going to be reading one of Jim Webb's new dirty novels and she hated to be interrupted when she was reading any kind of book. This particular one had a graphic photo on the front of a man and woman in a naked embrace. She didn't want to get embarrassed if someone came in and asked what she was reading.
Just before she opened the book to continue the sensual story, she opened her ham sandwich and took a bite. She popped open the can of coke and took a long swig, feeling the cold liquid make it's way down her throat. She smiled at the taste. She was never allowed to have carbonated soda at her adoptive parents house, they couldn't afford such luxuries. So she had to settle for well water, which tasted like rust. She was glad to be supporting herself these days, paying her own bills and living on her own. Well, she lived with room mates, but still she was on her own.
At last she opened her book and skimmed the page that she'd dog-eared, looking for the words that she had already read and the ones that she hadn't. Jessie didn't believe in book marks - she thought that a good book deserved to have folded pages and to look read. She found her spot on the page and began to read, every now and then she would pause to take another bite of her sandwich or a sip of her drink.
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Post by TINKA JADE BELMOUNT on Jul 8, 2010 3:03:24 GMT -5
TINKA WASN’T A BOOK GIRL. She never had been really. There was so much more she could be doing with her time and to be frank (which she almost always was) reading was rather bookish and boring. She preferred being told stories or movies. Reading them to herself just didn’t hold the blonde’s interest much at all. In fact she was sure she’d been rather mean to those she had gone to school with who had been rather bookish. Calling them nerds and what not. Apparently she lost the memo that let her know that nerd was hot these days. Pfft, who decided that anyway? Someone lame themselves no doubt. Lame people liked to try and make lame things seem cool all the time. Tttch. Losers.
So, what was a girl who didn’t like to read doing in a book-store? It was perhaps the last location anyone would bother to look for such a girl. Truth be told Tinka didn’t exactly understand herself why she had entered the store. Alright, well she did. She was shopping, trotting her way down the street when she had seen a pair of really funky shoes turn into the book-store. Now, thinking only with her want for funky shoes, Tink had followed the pair of funky shoes right into the store. Without even bothering to look at just what she was walking into. For all she knew it could have been a tattoo parlour or something. Not that getting a tattoo was a bad thing. In fact she- well that was beside the point really.
With so many rows of shelves, each filled with books, it wasn’t long before Tinka lost site of the shoes. Dammit. Now she couldn’t just walk right up to the owner of funky shoes and ask where she’d got them. Now she actually had to look around this god-awful store and actually look for those amazing shoes. Really why should it be so hard to find a pair of shoes you liked? She couldn’t help it that she was fussy when it came to her feet and that she had to stalk a good pair when she saw them. Maybe she just shouldn’t bother? Maybe she’d been wrong. How funky could they be if the owner was in a book store? Or then, maybe the lamo stole them? Whatever.
Turning up her nose at all the books, Tinka made her way through the aisles. Keep her eyes on people’s feet. She didn’t want to have to have come all the way in here only to miss the shoes of her dreams. Wouldn’t that be a horrible shame? Actually, what was a shame was the fact that Tinka had such a little attention span. So small that her search for shoe was side-tracked very easily by the open door of what looked to be the staff-room. Hmm, interesting. A soft smirk tugged on the girl’s lips. She wasn’t a huge rule breaker, but she didn’t exactly always follow them either.
Glancing around to make sure she couldn’t see any staff near by, Tink moved quickly down the aisle towards the open door. Treading quietly in case someone was inside. Pausing in the doorway, Tink glanced around the corner. Oh shit, there was someone inside! Stifling a giggle, The girl watched for a moment. Okay.. What the SHIT was on the front of this odd-balls book? Was that SMUT? Unable to contain herself, Tinka let out a loud giggle, tossing her head back in delight. Imagine, reading a trashy book like that at work. It was so funny that Tink actually kind of admired it..Sort of.
T A G ! JESSIEKINS C O U N T ! 605 N O T E S ! <3
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Post by megan on Jul 9, 2010 13:06:54 GMT -5
Smut was not a word that Jessie liked to use to describe her favorite book genre. She preferred sleazy, dirty, foul, erotic, and other descriptive words. Smut sounded more like soot to her – and made her think of a chimney. Mary Poppins. Her mind danced around the words like in a song and dance number from the movie.
Jessie really enjoyed working for the bookstore & café more than anywhere else in town because on her breaks she could hide away in the break room and read. It was her time to be herself, and not have to entertain anyone or answer someone’s ridiculous questions about numerous subjects found in the store. Her favorite question that morning had been ‘my girlfriend is an avid reader, but I’m not sure what to get her for her birthday.’ It wasn’t even a question. She had led the young teenage boy to the on-sale young adult fiction section. She recommended a book about vampires to him and then walked away to let him peruse the shelves himself.
She had already practically finished her lunch. She continued to read, her back to the refrigerator and her face to the door. Anyone who walked in could see the cover of her book. Boys that she worked with before – when they walked in, she did her best to hide the cover by laying the book flat on the table had interrupted her. On one particular evening, a boy she had been crushing on had come in and seen the cover of a book and had snickered. Her face had turned about three shades of crimson.
Today was no different. She was reading the book, but still keeping an eye out on the door, looking up every now and then, keeping watch over her self. She didn’t want her boss to come strutting in either, to find her reading merchandise for free. She wasn’t paying attention when a petite young blond came up to the door. She only noticed when the girl stifled a giggle.
Jessie immediately put her book down flat on the table, looking up at the unwelcome intruder. ‘Can I help you?’ She looked up, meeting the gaze of the girl who was looking at her. She couldn’t tell from looking at the girls’ face what she was thinking at this very moment. She wasn’t pointing and laughing, maybe that was a good thing. Jessie didn’t want to trust her until she knew what she was here for… or what she wanted.
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Post by TINKA JADE BELMOUNT on Jul 9, 2010 19:40:24 GMT -5
ODDLY ENOUGH, for a hugely judgemental sort of girl, Tink wasn’t judging this time. She wasn’t standing there with her nose turned up, thinking about how nasty what this other person was reading could have been. She wasn’t making huge assumptions about what sort of a person did stuff like that. Nope, she was merely just standing there completely amused by the situation. Which was lucky for the red-head because it was no secret that Tinka could particularly ruthless when she needed to be. And by needed I more mean wanted. No one ever needed to be a nasty little thing. There were always ways of getting the result you want without being a cow. She just.. Didn’t want to discover those ways.
Raising an eyebrow, Tink made no excuse for her laughter. It was just too hilarious. In fact she was probably going to be amused by this little memory for a rather long time. It was just too good. Some chick reading smut on her lunch break. Oh man it was so funny. Even thinking about it as she stood there made the girl lapse into fresh giggles. As far as emotions went, Tink was a very simple girl. She generally wore her heart on her sleeve, so to speak. You almost always knew what she was feeling and there wasn’t really ever complex reasons behind her emotions. If she was acting jealous, then she was jealous. If she was laughing, she was happy and amused. It was simple really.
Sauntering into the room, without even caring if she was allowed or not, Tink moved to sit across from the seemingly older girl. “Miss Red in the broom closet with Reginald’s quivering member..” she spoke, voice full of mirth. Her amusement obvious. Sure, it wasn’t the cleverest joke in the world, but it got her point across. Or well really, she didn’t really have a point, per say, she was just trying to be funny. Sure, she was perhaps failing in this mission to be hilarious but whatever. She thought she was being funny and that’s what mattered. She really didn’t care if others didn’t find her funny. Okay well she did but- Oh pfft, whatever.
Tugging the book from the other girl, Tinka leafed through it. Actually sort of curious. Pausing at a passage that took her interest, she smirked to herself a little as her eyes scanned over the words printed in the book. “Looks hot.” She noted, tossing the book back to ‘miss red’. To be honest, that was the sort of book Tinka might read, even if it was just to laugh at the sillyness. Tink was all about the laughing at sillyness really. “If I knew books could be so raunchy I’d have started reading yonks ago.” Letting her eyes glance around, she took in her surroundings. “Huh.. the break-room at Flo’s isn’t as nice as this. Sucks to be me.” Sucks to be you, indeed, Tinka Belmount. Sucks to be you.
T A G ! JESSIEKINS C O U N T ! 499 N O T E S ! kinda crummy.. Sorry bub.
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Post by megan on Jul 12, 2010 14:45:07 GMT -5
Jessica wasn’t sure what to make of this girl standing in the doorway snickering at her… she wanted to run and hide in a deep hole in the ground somewhere and not come out for days. She could feel the embarrassment washing over her face. She still couldn’t believe that she was ready this book at work – what if that had been her boss? He probably would have called her a pervert – and suggested that they continue her thoughts of coitus in his office. She had hated her boss since the very first day she started this job. He was known for tapping her ass and making sexual comments all the time. His favorite nickname to call her was ‘cupcake’. Every time she heard that name she thought about this quote by William Shakespeare: “I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand, which I love so well.”
She wasn’t sure what made that thought come to mind every time, but knowing that she could still recall Shakespeare’s words in her times of need made her smile. Jess wondered if this girl was actually interested in knowing about the book, the cover, or about the work here in this lovely place. She wasn’t sure what to think about her. She sat there, doe eyed and watched as the petite blond moved into the room, without permission and took a seat at the table across from her. Jess looked around the room, trying not to make eye contact with the girl.
Then she spoke, and what the girl said actually made Jessie’s face become an even darker shade of red, if that was even possible. Jess is a redhead, so she had pale skin and freckles. She was born that way – and she always good red and looked flushed when she was hot or when she was embarrassed. Her emotions were always so obvious. She hated that about herself. It took a few minutes but eventually Jess let out a smile, and a little giggle. She mentally decided that she needed to be a little more laid back. Her distrusting attitude had kicked in first… and she hated the way that those feelings blocked her from being even decently nice to another person.
She let the girl tug the book from her hands on the table. Jess watched as the girl flipped through the book, looking curiously at different pages. ‘It’s actually quite interesting’ she said in a very small and timid voice. Then the book got tossed back at her, she caught with her right hand on the table to stop it from sliding onto the floor. ‘This is only one author – there are many, some that are even better than this one’ she said, a little too quickly. Jessie had a tendency to ramble or talk a little fast when it came to replying to what someone said while she was nervous or embarrassed.
She watched the girl take in the room. ‘It’s not too bad’, Jess replied to the girl. ‘It can be cozy on the short breaks when you don’t have time to drive anywhere.’ She smiled at the girl. Trying to keep conversation light and easy to keep her from getting anymore embarrassed. ‘My name is Jessica’ she said, ‘But everyone just calls me Jessie.’ She stuck her hand out over the table, waiting for the blond to take her hand in a shake because it seemed like the right thing to do, and maybe the most polite at the moment. ‘So you work at Flo’s’
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Post by TINKA JADE BELMOUNT on Jul 14, 2010 4:08:56 GMT -5
To be perfectly honest Tinka wasn’t actually all that serious about being interested in the book. And she wasn’t being nice to make the other girl feel better. She wanted a closer look at the thing so she had more of a reference to mock it from in her own mind, and when she re-told this amusing story to others. Because believe you me, she fully intended to. In fact she’d probably also use some poetic license in the re-telling and over exaggerate some of the details for the amusement of those she was telling it to. She had a small habit of doing that actually. It wasn’t lying per say, it was more just creative re-telling of details. That was okay, right? It didn’t hurt anyone.
This girl though, now she was kind of interesting. She couldn’t really work out why she found the red-head so fascinating. Perhaps it was the way she was just so embarrassed. Tinka made it a point never to be embarrassed about her actions. She was who she was and did what she liked and the world be dammed if they didn’t like it. It intrigued her that a girl could do something so bold as to read a sexy time book at work, probably completely full of coitus, and yet not bold enough to not care what anyone else thought. It really was a strange mix to Tinka, and part of her kind of wanted to work out why the other female was that way.
Merely nodding about the comments the other female had made on the books, Tinka chose to respond to the other things. She was all for keeping up a conversation with this person. So much so that she had barely given the shoes she had been searching for a second thought. There was plenty of shoes out there. “It does look rather cosy.” She agreed with a smile. Eyes still giving the room a once over. Part of her was envious actually. The Flo’s break room was really shoddy and was in desperate need of a paint-job and newly upholstered chairs. Then again, the same could be said for the entire restaurant. It wasn’t exactly the most classy place. That being said though, Tinka wasn’t exactly sure a classy place would hire her.
“Jessie. Cool.” She repeated the other girl’s name with a nod. She supposed it would be the polite thing to give her name now right? That was how these social interactions normally went. Tinka often found herself annoyed by these things. If someone offered you their name you felt obliged to offer your own in return. What if you just didn’t want to hmm? Well it wasn’t as though she didn’t want to give her name to Jessie, she just had this thing for rebelling against the things she knew she should have been doing. She really hated being told what to do, by society or any given person. Pulling a smile to her features to hide her inner thoughts, Tinka spoke up. “I’m Tinka. I guess I go by Tink though. And yeah. I work at Flo’s. It’s pretty shyte.”
T A G ! JESSIEKINS C O U N T ! 526 N O T E S ! N/A
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