Books are a nerd's best friend [open]

[HAZEL PEDLOWE]

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[cs=2] [style=float: left; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/KJSfq.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-right: 10px; border: 5px solid #000000;]   It was a rare day indeed. Hazel had money for one thing, actual spending money. Money she didn't have to put towards a debt or her school books or to get replacements of her work clothes or anything like that. The other thing, was that she had time. A working college girl... who loved to work... had free time? What was that all about? It was insane, pure euphoria. Hazel decided it was time to treat herself to something. Of course, everyone knew the only gift that really lasted throughout a whole life was that of the printed word. Words. Pages upon pages of glorious plots and characters and twists and crafted scenery. It was like a whole world inside of her head. Hazel could fight aliens alongside one character, and then fall in love with a traitor with the next. That's why authors were creative geniuses. Hazel's braid bounced on her shoulder as she walked into the train station. Usually she had a backpack with her, and about four arms worth of textbooks and projects, but now she had her satchel and a spring to her step. Saturdays were simply blissful, especially when she didn't have to work. The tanned girl took a left into the small book store, picking up recent best-sellers and reading the covers. Fifty Shades of Grey? I think I'll pass. Unfortunately, she was still holding the book when she had taken a step back and bumped into someone. Hazel wheeled around to beat them with it, before her logical mind got the best of her. The book was raised to her own head, eyes lit with fury before a deep breath brought it all down. "Excuse you? That was my achilles tendon you trampled!" Just because she wasn't going to beat them, didn't mean she wasn't angry. Hazel poked the book in her assaulter's direction. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

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words not counting, because I'm lame. taggedOpen!
notes I'm totally interested about what you're gonna say about her book choice! Oooh yeah.

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[CLYDE EVERETT]

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[atrb=style, width:300px; text-align:justify;] [style=font-size:30px; float:left; margin-right:6px]T he boy was always wandering, living his life on the edge. No, literally- he was literally on the edge. He balanced his feet on the brink of the railway tracks, his arms outstretched as he staggered forward, placing one foot in front of another. He hadn't a care in the world if a train came by and swooped him away. The thought of him getting run over didn't even cross his mind. As he walked along the tracks, his eyes flickered to each human being that passed by. He studied each person for a while, soaking in their features and observing their expressions. Such strange creatures are humans, he inquired, I wonder what they are thinking at this very moments. With the swivel of his heel, the blackette swang himself off the edge and landed on the sidewalk in a graceful manner. His hands tucked into his pockets and he began towards the bookstore. He wasn't too keen on reading, but occasionally a book caught his eye. Plus, he kind of liked hanging around the bookstore- it gave him a chance to scope out some nerdy victims for pranks. As he pushed the clear glass door of the bookstore open, his gaze blinked from one being to another. It wasn't long until a human girl backed into him, then wrongfully accused him of stepping on her. He didn't quite understand what she was saying, but it didn't matter to him. He gazed into her eyes for a moment and flashed her a sly smile, "Sorry sweetheart, but it was you who backed into me. I'll be kind and let it go this time." Stupid human, picking a fight with him like that. Who did she think she was? Clyde's gaze flickered to the book in her hand and he smirked. "Fifty Shades of Grey? The fuck is that?" he questioned. It sounded extremely boring and unappealing to him. Fifty Shades of Grey. Yawn. ______ words idk bruh tags toshi+anyone else who wants to join<3 notes omg, empty chairs at empty tables- saddest part for me in les mis... ANYWAYS, i hope you don't mind me joining! [/style]

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[HAZEL PEDLOWE]

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[cs=2] [style=float: left; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/KJSfq.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-right: 10px; border: 5px solid #000000;]   Slowly her anger waned as she saw exactly who she was dealing with. He seemed about her age, with black hair and a smile that didn't seem all that straight. His eyes, though, those were what got her. Hazel got that feeling in her gut, like she couldn't trust him. If she wasn't so stubborn and still a bit angry, she would've inspected further. Hazel had always been a curious girl and now going into adulthood, that only magnified. Hesitantly she pulled the book away from the male's face, but gave him an incredulous look. The audacity of such a person to assume that I did it! Didn't he know who she was? Not that... not that she liked using her parentage, but it kept some people at a distance...why couldn't it do the same to this mysterious boy and his curious eyes? "What? You've got to be kidding me! If anyone should let it go, it's me," Hazel huffed, crossing her arms. Just because she was a girl, or a 'sweetheart' as he had so nonchalantly put it. Most people would cease and desist by now, but Hazel had always been told she was not like most people, even the people in Gravity Falls. He then said something about her book choice. Oh god he thinks I'm reading the book. He thinks I'm reading...this! Hazel pulled the book out again, holding it between the two teens. A small chuckle escaped her lips. "This mommy-porn? You don't think I'm re-" Hazel stopped, and looked at him. How did he NOT know what book this was? It was all over the news, both celebrated and condemned as a trilogy. Hazel set the book down on the display. "Do yourself a favor and forget you saw this book. I know I'm going to." Hazel tossed the book down on the bestsellers stand, feeling the presence of the boy lingering. "So, what kind of book do you read? I mean, you're obviously in the book store for a reason...unless you come to trample over college girls."

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words Still not counting. tagged Clyde+Open!
notesOh man, I'm excited to see where this will go!

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[PACIFICA NORTHWEST]

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[classy=text] While it was summer, Gravity Falls was known for its breezes and cool nights, even in the warmest and muggiest season. It was a small comfort, even admist of the weird and strange going-ons in the small town. For Pacifica Northwest, this meant varied styles that she loved to play with and match, such as her current fur-boots, designer shorts, and wrap-around cashmere scarf that draped about her blouse. Fifteen, the most well-known teen magazine, even suggested wearing Fall during Summer! Of course she was the type to spread trends, and even add her own little perfect touches. Unfortunately, she was pulled away from her shopping by her mother, Mrs. Northwest. The woman was a true perfectionist, and possibly whom Pacifica adapted most of her traits from. She was an slightly taller than average woman, with bushy, wavy brunette locks and she often wore more makeup than necessary. Her face was slightly aged, despite obvious signs of botox injections. Pacifica stood directly next to her, a hand saucily placed upon her round hip. Both were waiting for family to arrive by train; family the blonde had never even met. Maybe other people would've been nervous, had those so-called butterflies. But that was like totally gross. Pacifica's stomach was clear and clean, thank you very much. But she was bored, really. They were apparently going to throw a fund-raising party for Gravity Falls and maybe even get involved in all the recent business. But business Pacifica wasn't supposed to really understand; not that she minded. She was just supposed to be pretty, charismatic, and represent the Northwest family through her quick and sassy intelligence. All things Pacifica was really good at. Besides, in her own ways, she was able to command the various townsfolk or get them to do what she pleased... all because of her great-great grandfather. While things in the town were being renovated, the Train Station still had a worn look, something Mrs. Northwest remarked in both disgust and little concern. Her daughter instead looked around, spotting two other people who appeared to be slightly older than she. Age didn't intimidate her. Pacifica had experienced all different types of people, and any age, she could schmooze over and charm them over. Until she looked a bit closer to find the tall and awkwardly-dressed-as-usual, Hazel. A smirk immediately appeared on the girls face, as she took strides away from her mother. A flip of her hair, she was only several feet as she called out her name. "Hazel! Yoo-hoo! Pacifica Northwest here, hun.'" Her mother behind her made no comment except to slide out an elegant beige fan, which she waved at herself in an aloof and condescending manner. Not that Pacifica gave much mind; her parents often let her do whatever she wished, with little complication. It was only gestures and nothing else. "Hahaha, what're YOU doing here, dear? We've got family business ourselves." The blonde stood on her hip again, prying at her nails with her eyebrows raised. Conversations to her were a lot like chess. The words, the tone; it was all about preparation. She completely unacknowledged the boy who Pacifica was now standing next to, instead faced to Hazel. While she seemed pleasant enough, the Northwest girl was actually engaging Hazel in one of their usual spats. To next move, was the direction in which Hazel was going to take it in. [/classy]

LAIKA OF GS!

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[CLYDE EVERETT]

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[atrb=style, width:300px; text-align:justify;] [style=font-size:30px; float:left; margin-right:6px] The girl looked at him disbelievingly. I know it's not very classy, but who ever said I was classy? Did she really think that he was going to apologize, like a gentleman, when it wasn't even his fault? Men had stopped being 'gentleman' decades ago, and while there still are those classy guys out there, this is the twenty-first century. Guys nowadays are shit-heads and douchebags. "Ha," was all he said in response. Clyde was clueless on what the book was about. The girl's description of it- "mommy porn"- made it sound even more unappealing to him, if possible. He had heard that it had a lot of sex in it. How lecherous. It brought a smirk to his lips to think of whether or not the girl was actually planning on reading the book, and if she had only tossed it aside because she was ashamed to be reading it. "Wow. Sounds even shittier than I thought it would be." he said, his smirk lingering as he watched the girl set it down. He couldn't believe that humans found things like that appealing. Humans are silly creatures, he repeated to himself, licking his lips. So strange with their fancies. "Maybe I do come here for just that," he spoke, his fingers hovering above the rack of books as he searched for something to grab. "I read whatever happens to catch my eye," he told her, picking up a book but quickly placing it back once he read the first few words of it. His attention flickered to another being as she swaggered into the bookstore in a pompous manner, declaring her name as if she were a queen and expected those inside to bow down to her. He observed as the whole bookstore turned to face her, acknowledging her presence, before turning back to their doings. What, is she a queen or something? he questioned, looking over the girl skeptically. ______ words idk bruh tags hazel+pacifica+anyone else<3 notes :') [/style]

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[HAZEL PEDLOWE]

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[cs=2] [style=float: left; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/KJSfq.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-right: 10px; border: 5px solid #000000;]   This guy was already infuriating her. He didn't apologize, and a gentleman should always do that. He was still interesting though, in that weird mysterious and brooding way that usually made her want to take a step back. She had encountered his type before, back before she had to move up here for good. What did her mom call them? Oh yeah, 'good for nothing panty-pullers' who only wanted one thing. He didn't seem to fit her mom's description to a T, but there were definitely some aspects there that had brought it to mind. "The book only serves to appeal to the skewed sense of male dominance and sadistic sexual tendencies found in men with high-class jobs. Apparently women actually want to be abused these days. Makes me sick." Hazel explained, eyeing the way the guy moved, as well as other books on the best-sellers. She had to redeem herself, to make sure he knew that she wasn't planning on reading that skunk-bag of a book. Why did she want to do that? Hazel didn't know, but of course, that never stopped her before. Hazel picked up another book. It was labeled as a New York Times Best Seller! MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN was on the front of the grayscale book. It looked interesting enough, written by some person with the first name Ransom. Who named a child Ransom Riggs anyway? Some sort of hippie parents, or convicts. She was already reading the inside cover flap when the guy spoke again. Pausing her reading, Hazel listened to him. He had to be joking, right? He didn't really come here to harass others... people just didn't do that! It did bring a bit of peace to her mind to see that he actually picked up a legitimate book. People who read were always interesting, even if this guy was both interesting and annoying. "And what's catching your eye then? What type of books do you consider 'worth-while?'"

[/color] When she had thought of saying that, it was purely to help him find a book, but unfortunately it came out with some promiscuous ties. Great, now I sound like a desperate nerd girl wanting a bit of action. Just great! Things couldn't get any worse... could they?

Hazel's semi-natural exterior (complete with sassy arm folding) came to a halt when a voice called out to her. But not just any voice. The bane of her existence. It was that pompous, purple-loving rich girl who knew no bounds. Seriously, Hazel thought that their age difference would have been enough to stop the ambitious teen, but it didn't. Time after time Hazel was accosted by the younger blonde girl, forced into conversations and eventually battles of will. Now, the day couldn't possibly get worse. Hazel felt the urge to just leave right then, but she was taught not to be...that rude.

Hazel caught the guy's glance, and just shook her head in despair. There was no chance of escaping once Pacifica Northwest found you. Hopefully it'd just be a quick reminder of some business party or maybe the 15 year old telling them about her lineage. Hazel wanted the embarrassment to end already. Think of it this way, it'll be a good story to tell Dawn later.

"What family business brings you to the book store? Have you ever stepped foot in here before?"[/color] Hazel was already tired of Pacifica, and therefor skipped the formalities of trying to be nice to the blonde. She just wanted the girl to go away. Hazel sighed and continued on a less icy note. "If you have to know, I came to the book store to get some books. Not all of us have our parents money to buy us things."[/color] If things got worse, Hazel was going to have to think of a way to extricate herself out of the situation. She considered throwing the mysterious guy at Pacifica and ducking out, but that was cruel.

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words not counting, because I'm lame. tagged Pacifica/Clyde/other
notes Hazel is having none of your sass.

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