nothing but a town [open]

[Jessica Jackson]

just another uknown dot
on an old roadmap to nowhere.

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[/right]It had never made sense to her, this love for literature. From the very beginning Jessica had been one settle down with a good novel over preference to anything else. The young woman sighed, filing away Mark Twain’s The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn to its spot on the top shelf. She reached absent mindedly for the next novel on the metal card beside her. She had always been a book worm – the entire reason for her job here at the library, the entire reason for her majoring in education at the community college. Jess tucked the paperback novel into it’s place, letting her hands drop to her sides as she scanned the shelves before her.

The Newport city library was empty at this time of the afternoon, not that it was much different from any other time. The building saw few visitors anymore, it was just the way things had become over the past few years. Jess gave the book cart a quick push with her hip, moving over a few feet as she worked. It was hard to blame anyone for the lack of interest. She could have easily found the place as dull as anyone else if it didn’t demand so much of her attention.

A row of outdated computers, dusty shelves of tattered book, ill green walls… Despite the six days a week that Jessica spent dedicated to keeping up the with the place, the old library had fallen victim to its lackluster years before. There was the ticking of the click to keep her going then, the soft tune that Jess had found herself humming this afternoon.

It had been a casual day. She hadn’t thought twice about the pair of blue jeans she had pulled on or the simple white button down shirt. Maybe her manager would have demanded something a little more professional. But when there was no one else around to see, what did it really matter? She had left her thick, dark hair down and barely thought to smear on a little blush and eyeliner before leaving home this morning. It was a dreary, quiet day – nothing special in Jessica’s book.

She gathered another set of books, squeezing them into their place on the shelf. The old novels had been taped together over the years, corners folding and covers frayed. She could have probably picked up any one of them and retold herself the entire story from memory. It was one of the things she did enjoy about her job – a lack of business meant long afternoons spent one of the long wooden tables, hunched over a novel as she lost herself within the world of fiction.

It had always been a simple pleasure for the girl, the hollow dreaming she often found herself slipping into. There had never been anything too special about the town of Newport, as far as Jessica had concerned herself with. Just another unknown dot on a roadmap. But she had been raised here, the people she knew and loved where still here. It was home, but it wasn’t enough to keep the girl away from her day dreaming once and a while.

She sighed quietly, listening to the clock as it counted the seconds by.
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[Aizalynn ,, Paul |Lovewell|]

|Aizalynn Marie| |Vampire|

"Peace at last..."a small voice uttered under breath, coming from a petite blonde haired girl, flitting around the streets like some sort of pixie girl. Her brother had to do something, so she was trusted to wander for a little bit, and as much as she loved her brother, sometimes she thought time apart was healthy for her.

'Where to go...' she asked herself, looking up and down the petty area of Newport. Ugh, sometimes, besides the lack of sun, she just couldn't figure out what had drawn Paul to this place.

Sighing out loud, she plucked a black band from her wrist, pulling her blonde hair up into a ponytail and tucked her bangs behind her ears. Maybe she would go to the library today... Check out a romance novel or something. She was itching to read The Noteboook again. That was her favorite.

Pulling on a push-only door, she struggled to get into her destination for a few minutes before blue eyes fell on the "Push" sign, clearing her throat and pushing open the door. Walking in, she looked around, sighing. Libraries always confused her. She could never find anything in them. Immediately Aizalynn began to look for an employee of the library, so they would help her find her a good lovey-dovey book to read.

Searching eyes fell upon a pretty brown haired girl who looked well... Unfamiliar. Most people did to her, she just never seemed to not pay attention to them. The female had been shelving books so Aizalynn would just have to assume that she worked at the library or at least knew how to locate books. Giving a very gentle, light tap on the girl's shoulder, a smile would play off on her lips if the brunette were to turn around.

"Umm hi,"she mused, clearing her throat as if she were just simply blocked up in there,"I... Was wondering if you could help me find the book The Notebook? I have a terrible time finding things in libraries, especially when I don't remember authors very well."

A hand would, as if practiced many times, went to the back of her head, rubbing at it in an embarrassed way. Silly Aizalynn.

[Jessica Jackson]

Jess had not even heard the door open. Even the ding of the little gold bells hung against the threshold, that usually seemed to echo through the quiet building like an alarm. But the girl was too far gone in her mental to-do list to pay much attention to the outside world. In a place so quiet and still as the library, alertness was a skill that Jessica had learned was normally quite unneeded. And when she felt the light tap on her shoulder, Jessica could have sworn her heart would have stopped in her chest.

The young woman whirled, muffling a soft gasp of surprise. She turned to see an unfamiliar but smiling face, just feet from her. Jess let out a quick, shaky breath, quickly trying to regain her composure. The blonde-haired girl standing in front of her had seemed to come out of nowhere, and looking at her, Jessie knew she had never met her before. She looked much younger than Jessica herself, but she found herself relax a little more when the stranger spoke.

“Umm, hi.” It was a simple enough greeting, and it gave Jessica enough of a reassurance to smile back. She jumped at the smallest things; a visitor to the library was the last thing she wanted to frighten away.

“Hi,” she replied, setting down the book in her hand. The girl tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.” It was only the complete truth. Jessica found herself doing this sometimes, loosing herself in thought so completely that the world around her was nothing but a blur of color and sound. It was the curse of a one track mind, everything else was put on hold. When the girl asked about the book, Jessica smiled.

“Sure, no trouble at all…” She turned, thinking for a short moment. Giving a quick beckon for the girl to follow, Jessica moved down the row of shelves, scanning titles and authors. It was easy for her, after the long year she had spent working here. The book in question was actually one of her personal favorites, though she wouldn’t go off in a monologue about the heartfelt love story. If there was any way to scare someone off, it would have been Jess’s chatter about a book. Especially a good romance novel.

"So are you a fan of Nicholas Sparks?" The young woman asked over her shoulder. Jessica reached up, dragging her finger along the shelf as she found the blue, hard-bound book. Pulling it from it’s spot, she turned to hand it off to the girl with a smile. Customer service, she reminded herself. Customer service.

[Aizalynn ,, Paul |Lovewell|]

[[Sorry for taking so long to respond -_-;]]

The small smile widened as she clapped her hands together softly in her weird joy, following behind the girl, exactly behind her. She was bouncing along, more like it, her mood something wonderful that day.

"Honestly, I've only read The Notebook and A Walk to Remember. The Notebook is my favorite however. I just love the characters. I wouldn't mind having my own Noah, you know... Though of course what kind of straight female who has read the book, seen the movie, or just know the story, doesn't?"Random babbling about a favorite book. She liked to babble a lot, mostly when she wasn't realizing it.

Her hand snapped up a little bit too quickly as she grasped the book with her left hand,"Heh, thanks a bunch. Dunno why I can never find books in a library, it's so weird. Must be the blonde in me. Anywhozzler, I'm Aizalynn Marie. I figured since I'm just sitting here rambling off at the mouth I might as well introduce myself, ya'know. 'Course cause Aizalynn Marie Melina JoAnna Lovewell's a bit of a mouthful, you can call me Aizalynn or Aiza if you wish... Wow, I need to learn how to shut up..."

She chuckled at herself, thinking that this library-chick probably thought she was insane.

"And not to be random or rude or anything like that but... Are you new out here? Though I've only been here for like... Two years and all and my brother's like 'rawr' all the time so I don't know that many people,"she nodded her head, not realizing that she had started her pointless chatter yet again,"Twin brothers... Are a pain. 'Specially when you're like, the only family member they have left because they're all clingy and stuff. Mhmmm."

Oh goodness Aizalynn, just shut up... she thought, deciding she would shut her trap and give the other girl some time to talk back.

[Jessica Jackson]

She had never really met someone who seemed so genuinely happy before. Jessica tilted her head to one side, returning the girl’s smile. Young and innocent, she seemed like a rare sight in the dreary little town. “Honestly, I have only read The Notebook and A Walk to Remember…” She had gone off on. Jess nodded her head, familiar with both stories. Such romantic love stories such as those were the works of fiction that had been responsible for turning Jessica into a hopeless romantic in her childhood. When the girl took the book from her hands, Jessica quickly folded her arms across her chest. She could appreciate anyone with a familiar interest in literature, even if they talked a million miles a minute.

When the girl said her name, Aizalynn Marie, Jessica gave her a considering look. “Aizalynn,” she said after a minute. “I don’t think I have ever heard that name before.” She felt stupid letting out a remark like that, but it was only the honest truth. Though she felt better as Aizalynn continued her monologue. It sometimes helped when other people did the talking in a conversation. One wrong thing said, and Jessica couldn’t help but feel like a complete idiot.

“And not to be random or rude or anything like that, but… Are you new out here?”

The question caught Jessica off guard. She hadn’t recognized the girl at all, nor had she expected to be an easy name and face to match. She quickly shook her head. “No, actually. I’ve lived here my whole life. But…” She trailed off as Aizalynn mentioned her twin brother.

It was funny really, that she had never taken notice of many of the people in this town. People seemed to come and go, disappearing or moving as quickly as they had come. It was something that happened so quietly. Nothing out of ordinary, just something that she had gotten use to – the shirt of people, names, and faces. She had lived her for most of her young life, which was probably much odder than someone who had only been here for a few years.

But after she mentioned her brother, Jessica felt herself smile again. Her own little brother crossed her mind. He was the blonde little boy who meant the complete world to her, though it was hard to call the young man “little” anymore.

“What’s your brother’s name?” She asked after a moment.

[Aizalynn ,, Paul |Lovewell|]

"Yeah. My mother was one for odd, long names. That's why I have so many,"she nodded her head as she spoke that line.

Her spare hand rested against the right side of her hip as she let her weight rest on her right foot as well,"Oh wow. Your whole life? That must be so uncool. I've been here two years and I'm like, I'unno about Newport. Its got its ups and downs, I'm just a little more used to big places with lots of people and stuff like that."

"His name is Paul Michael... Or Paul. Again with the long names, he's got two first and two middle too,"she said, her eyes had brightened when mentioning her brother,"He's such a pest with his being too protective but he's my favorite person in the whole entire world."

If Jessica was paying a great deal of attention she might have heard the "not that I've met that many" muttered under Aizalynn's voice,"So... Do you know where I could find a good place to get coffee or something like that? I've never managed to find a place, just that one gas station and it wasn't very pretty..."

When thinking about that disgusting coffee, she couldn't help but remember how disgusting it was and her body shuddered slightly,"And maybe some time when you're off we could go together. I need some friends and I think my brother would love it if I got out of the house a little more. Discuss some books or something."

Her smile was big and promising as she looked at the dark haired female who was probably a bit more mature on the inside than she was.

[[Ugh. Sorry this post was kinda crummy]]

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