Thread: Roommates (Octopus & translucentfeathers)

It looked like it was going to be a quiet day, and Juliet felt grateful for the reprieve from students constantly interrupting her work to incessantly pester her and ask questions. It wasn't that she was unsocial, but after a long week of classes, and a healthy dose of her newly hellacious personal life, she couldn't say she didn't appreciate the silence. With a brief nod to the director of the University's library she eased her coat off to drop haphazardly on the chair she would be using for the evening behind the front desk. There was still another hour or so before her coworkers left and she would be alone for the closing shift, so with an easy shift of her attentions she moved the large assortment of returned books onto a dolly to reshelve. This was her favorite part about this job, despite how tedious it may seem, the quiet stillness of the library during lunch hour and taking advantage of it to wander through the stacks and methodically put things away? There was a system behind it. Order to it. It allowed her to just get a little lost in the mundane quiet activity and let her mind take it as a few moments of silence where she didn't have to be scrambling to control what was going on around her. She paused around some abandoned tables, collecting up reference materials that had been discarded and left behind by careless students. Juliet quietly wheeled the cart through the aisles, putting away the books that went on the first floor quietly. As she tucked a stray strand of rust colored hair behind her ear, Juliet grimaced slightly when she felt her hair tug uncomfortably against her scalp. Her usual wild mane of loose curls and soft waves had been tamed down into a knot at the base of her skull this morning, and she felt confined, restricted by the tight style. Glancing around she eased her fingers through the thick strands before loosening the hair pin to let her hair fall free with a happy sigh, pale fingers combing through the firey locks that cascaded in a wild mess of waves to the small of her back. She didn't even mind the way the freed curls curved over her ears and tugged slightly at the two industrial piercings she had crisscrossing through the tips of both ber her ears, where studs and and small hoops continued to travel down to end in a pair of small gauges adorning the lobes. Her love of body modification didn't end there but with the strict employee dress code, she was prohibited from wearing her lip ring and the small nose stud. Her ink and curves were well hidden by the modest and office appropriate attire that clashed with her normal preference for tattered worn jeans and dark eyeliner that she felt most at home in. It had her itching at the neckline of the turtle neck hiding her pale throat from the dim florescent lighting and tugging briefly at the shirtsleeves, her wrists feeling naked without her usual woven bracelets and rings. Not like I will be able to continue to be comfortable outside of work if Scott has any say. The thought had her grimacing slightly before she bit her lip, toying with the swell of flesh that she normally worried her piercing through. Her lease was running up on her apartment, and with the promises of the cost of rent in her complex being raised yet again she couldn't afford to continue to live alone. Scott had offered several times for...cohabitation, and while her parents adored her straight laced boyfriend she found herself becoming less enchanted with each month. He loved her style and look at first, maybe their differences had been what originally caused mutual attraction to bud between them. Scott's fascination with her differnces and edgy style had slowly begun to fade, getting replaced with nettling and prodding her into conforming. Pushing her into wearing less make up and to straighten her hair, needling her into wearing different clothing and disapproving when she wore her facial piercings out. It felt constricting, like he was slowly trying to mold her into the perfect woman with a stepford's wife complex. With a soft sigh she pushed the cart to the elevator before hitting the button to take her to the second floor. Juliet waited for the ding of the elevator doors to slide open when she noticed the flutter of a paper next to it. A pale hand reached out, smoothing over the notice, the offer. Someone looking for a roommate. Juliet glanced up at the clock on the wall. It wasn't too late. With a smile she tugged the cart into the elevator car and went to the second floor, leaving it behind when she reached it by the elevators entrance to walk through the tables, her cool grey eyes searching for someone possibly waiting for a response to the bulletin. Most of the students seemed deeply working thhrough the lunch looked deeply involved with studies and group sessions or tutoring. There was one though, a head of long dark black hair bent casually over a text book she seemed to be thumbing through absently. Approaching, Juliet smoothed over her sides before she made her way to the table. Hello, are you the individual who posted the room advertisement?