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[Desdemona Riley]

Resisting the urge to pick a fight with the librarian she knew was giving her a funny look, Riley walked over to the reading area with her head high. Uncle Ozymandias had gone to the art show a little over an hour earlier according to her watch, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why Riley hadn't gone with him. The only type of art that she could appreciate that was at that exhibit were statues and Riley knew that there would not be one artist there who would like if she ran her hands all over their work. An hour by herself at home with absolutely nothing productive to do had led Riley to walk around town, which ended with her going to the library. And here she was. But she still had no idea what she was going to do. Perfect.

Libraries were quiet, so it was very easy to get a sense of the size and layout of the room, and for that she was thankful. The smooth wood of the chair she was sitting in's arms and the tightly woven fabric of the back and seat kept her entertained through keeping her hands busy for nearly ten minutes, but there's only so many times you can run your hands over something without it being too repetitive after you've gotten the shape of the object in your mind. A prickling sensation in her shoulder informed Riley of a wandering eye that she had caught. Boredness making her snappy, Riley asked sharply whether that person had something better to do than stare at her or not, and the stare disappeared, as was expected. She regretted it immediately: she'd rather talk to somebody at the moment than be bored.

Reading couldn't hold her attention long enough for her to enjoy the story. Besides, her fingertips were pretty raw and making them bleed wasn't a more appealing option to being bored. Audio books on her ipod had the same problem, so she switched to music. It made the situation slightly better, but there was a downside that Riley hadn't noticed. Anybody who walked up wouldn't be heard, or anything else for that matter.

[evelyn mae travis]

Looking down at her feet, the same and already usual uncomfortable feeling of being watched on her back, Evelyn couldn’t be happier to finally get inside the Forks municipal library on that Saturday morning and some of the incessant stares faded away quickly. There was something really fantastic about libraries, the silence and quietness inside was pure bliss, her refuge from the noise and confusion and, in that precise moment, her only possibility to evade herself from everyone’s curious stares... and to try and seek for a very particular literature thematic she was sure her grandmother wouldn’t appreciate. Good thing she wasn’t there to know about her plans, nor anyone as matter of fact.

Sighing relived as she soon realized the place was almost empty, Evelyn walked down more reassuringly on the large corridors, happy by the fact the librarian was apparently more entertained with something else to even acknowledge her presence as she vaguely searched for any hint of the particular area she had in mind: the paranormal books wing. Smiling softly for herself, Evelyn slammed her hands on her jeans pockets and shook her head lightly. It was ridiculous to believe she would ever find any single book actually useful in her quest, and yet she had to be stubborn enough to go and try. After all, how good could be the chances of actually finding a good and credulous book about vampires? Few, she suspected, but taking in consideration the bunch of myths about vampires people had created over centuries there were few things to expect for. And yet here I am...

Drawn in her own thoughts, Evelyn continued walking as she distractively searched for the desired section and her bright blue eyes caught sight of a red-haired girl by herself, precisely in... Jackpot! Evelyn cheered for herself as she finally caught sight of the paranormal section, until something else hit her. The other girl. How was she supposed to search for something useful without being noticed? Well, it seems I will have to figure out a back up plan. She quickly decided, walking toward the girls direction rather unconfidently.

Maybe she could start by picking up assorted books, like if it was simply out of curiosity. Then she would start moving toward her main focus of attention, discreetly. Yes, that seemed like a good plan. Simple and practical. As she made her way to the book shelves and distractively picked up randomly a book about what seemed to be ghosts, the girl glanced curiously quickly toward the other girl and took a seat in the other top of the desk. Hopefully, that way she wouldn’t disturb the other girl or bug her. And so, she distractively gazed in the books and started flipping away its pages randomly, her mind miles away from there as she quickly started to ponder the best way to pick up the books that really interested without making the other girl suspicious of her.


OCC: hopefully next post is goign to be better

[Desdemona Riley]

Starting a bit when Escape the Fate began screaming lyrics into her ears, Riley jerked her hands around the library chair in search of where she had set down her ipod. Ears ringing, the volume was turned down, and she proceeded to put the music player away. Uncle Ozymandias would have never let go of the fact that she had hurt her ears listening to one of her favorite bands- he always complained about how loud she'd play her music sometimes- so Riley was thankful that he was in another city at the moment. What she was not grateful for, on the other hand, was the jolt she got when she heard pages flipping from somewhere nearby.

Who was this mystery person? Riley wondered. She hadn't heard him or her walk in, so she had no idea if it was an adult or a child, a boy or a girl. But by the way he/she was turning the pages of his/her book, it sounded like they hadn't found what they were looking for. Uncle's tips on manners floated unwelcome into her mind. According to him, it would be polite and/or friendly to help so-and-so find the book with the information they need. What she would have given to have smacked him with her cane when he told her that one. Hello, what help could she give? Random facts from what she's gathered about the person it would be nice to help? Actually, that was the only real thing she could do, considering Riley couldn't find another book for her or something of that sort. Thinking about whatshisface/whatshername had made Riley's boredom like dew in the dawn sunlight. This fact did not escape her notice, so Riley decided she'd help the person, even though she had absolutely no idea who this person was: a first for the blind teenager to such an extent.

What did Riley know so far for certain about the mystery person? They were reading a book. ...That was pretty much it. Whether they couldn't find what they were looking for was just an assumption. Riley thought back to the last person who was in this section to find some more facts she could make assumptions off of for this person:

The last person had been a teenage boy: Riley knew from his footfalls and the sound his shoes had made. They were apparently in the paranormal section because the boy was looking up facts about mythological creatures for a fairy tale he had to write for English class (he hadn't been the quietest person when he had been complained to his friend over his cell phone about, and quote "this stupid, moronic, and completely pointless project"). He'd gotten a book on vampires, dragons, and ghosts before he had started staring at Riley, who had snapped at him previously to him taking his leave.

If this person was anything like the boy, they were here searching for facts about creatures that didn't exist. That was only if someone believed what the doctors claimed to be Icarus Riley's C.O.D to be, Riley thought bitterly. While she had rather not had that experience, it did leave her some information about the walking undead, and she did not mean zombies. "If you're looking for info about vampires, I can tell you what little I know. They are pale as pale can be, have eyes with red irises, nearly so fast that the eye cannot see, and are extremely beautiful." The witness at her father's attack had told her what the murderer looked like so many times, he joked that he should get a copyright for it. Nobody believed that Icarus was killed by a vampire, only a psychopath that thought they were a vampire, and that the speed had just been a figment of the witness's imagination due to shock. Even Riley could barely believe it, but she knew that the other option was infeasible. Retreating from the dark thoughts of her past, Riley debated whether she should tell her uncle or not that she had attempted to do a good deed while she waited for the stranger to respond. She decided to let their response choose for her.

[evelyn mae travis]

As the time passed by, the teenage half-vampire completely lost in her thoughts as she flipped distractively the pages of the old and heavy book with the names of the people accused and condemned to witchcraft during the middle age, Evelyn couldn’t help but ignore the awkwardness of the situation she was in. Here she was, in the middle of the paranormal library section, trying to search truthful and useful vampire facts. How ironic could it be, at least for a person whose father was nonetheless but a vampire, having to find information about her kind in such a place. It was ridiculous, more than probably a waist of her time, and yet her only option if she wanted to know anything else than the few and vague facts her adoptive grandmother had given her over the years. But if Catherine doesn’t tell me what I need, I’ve to find it on my own. The girl told herself, as she closed the book and grabbed another one, this one about dark creatures, subject that promised to be a little more interesting for herself than the other one she had been reading for about an half of hour.

Evelyn knew quite well, though, the reason behind her grandmother’s reservation about the subject. Catherine Dawson, the middle aged and independent woman had a compassionate heart and, even thought she would never let that out and open to Evelyn, she feared for her own safety. One of a kind, a strange twist in the life evolution, Evelyn was what could be called a hybrid. She was the result of a strange connection between a human and a vampire, something that was unthinkable for obvious reasons, and so she shared both human and vampire traits placing her in a quite dicey position. Catherine’s attempts to evade her questions were just her way to shield Evelyn from unwanted attentions.

No matter how hard she tried to help Evelyn live a normal life like any other young girl her age, that wasn’t always possible and so, once in a while, they would have to leave from a place to another... That was the reason why in first place she was now in the small town of Forks, even though she wasn’t still quite sure if that had been a wise idea. Sure Forks was a quiet place, people were rather nice if she wanted to be honest, but it was always very uncomfortable for her walking around the town, specially when people would stare at her.

Evelyn understood their actions, nonetheless. She knew how intriguing and appealing her vampire nature could be on people, and so she couldn’t blame them for that, but it still was really uncomfortable. Thanks God the girl that was sitting near her wasn’t staring at her, or so she would have probably run away from the library too, but gladly enough the girl seemed to hadn’t even acknowledged her presence which was really... Weird. The word popped inside her mind quickly. Not that it particularly bothered her, quite the opposite, but it really was rather stranger to be honest. It was like if she hadn’t even noticed her arriving, so enrolled she seemed to be with her music player, and so Evelyn continued to flipping the pages of the book in search of anything more useful than the ‘Three main signs of a werewolf presence’.

It was, therefore, a surprise for Evelyn when the girl, after turning off her music player and everything become silent for a few moments, spoke for her. Looking up startled at the other girl, still not seeming to actually look at her, Evelyn couldn’t help but wonder if it was possible the girl couldn’t actually see her at all, but before she could reach any solid conclusion her thoughts were quickly dispersed as the girl spoke to her.

How the hell she could possibly know Evelyn was searching facts about vampires? The panic quickly started to rise up, taking control over her brain as Evelyn stood there, mute and motionless staring at the girl uneasily. Of course she couldn’t possibly know, she must have guessed. Being she in that particular section, and being the vampire theme a common point of interest in many people, the girl could had just tried to guess what she was looking for. Yes, that could have to be the only explanation. Yet, a problem still remained. What she would tell her? Quickly pondering her options, Evelyn sighed and decided to go for a partial part of the truth.

“Well, I’m not just looking for vampires. I’m trying to search a little of everything... kind of a small paper work I’ve to do.”Evelyn replied, slowly. Her though, however, caught in the girls last words. How could she knew that well how a vampire, at least a carnivorous vampire, would look like? Could it just be luck or she had actually read it somewhere in one of these books. If so, she would have to know so she could, herself, read it as well. Who knew if that book could be the one she was looking for?...” Mmm, really? How do you know that?”Evelyn asked, carefully, trying to not look act too eagerly.”Oh, by the way... My name is Evelyn Travis, and you are?”She presented herself, politely, still a rather uneasy tone in her voice. Well, sure the situation was awkward and touchy, but it didn’t mean she had any reason at all to be impolite and not even present herself. So she ceased her search for an while and decided to take a closer look over the girl, waiting this time for her turn to speak.

[Desdemona Riley]

Another paper that for whatever reason in Evelyn's case pertained to creatures of legend? Of course, she and the boy could have been in the same class, so the assignment for the two of them would be identical to one another. But, that boy had sounded like a freshman, and Evelyn... well, she didn't. Her voice was melodious, very pleasing to the ears to be exact compared to most, and because of that it didn't scream her age, even to those whose ears excelled at determining facts about strangers just by auditory means. To make matters more trivial, Riley could have sworn she heard floorboards creak after she had finished speaking, which ninety-nine times out of one hundred meant that somebody had stood up. And the only person that close was Evelyn. Why had she stood? Was she worried? Was she getting up anyway? And least but not last, the stranger had seemed a little eager to hear Riley's sources, but that had dozens of possible reasons behind it. Any way you looked at it, even with blind eyes, this was very intriguing, and it had most assuredly caught the blind teenager's attention.

The question on how Riley knew about vampires brought up many unpleasant memories. One moment all was well, she was being read to by her father's twin brother, her Uncle Ozymandias, her father would be home soon from the garage, nothing at all wrong with the picture. Then the man whose name escapes memory rushed in through the back door, knocking over two potted plants that had been resting there in his haste. He garbled out his story in a voice that did nothing to hide his fear: somebody with pale white skin and red eyes had drained so much blood from Icarus that he was barely alive before the person or creature ran away so fast the eye could barely see it. Uncle's voice had taken on a tone that Riley had never heard from him before and had only heard once more and that was when they were in Icarus's hospital room while he took his last breaths. Yes, Riley hated that memory, but it was the last memory she had of her father, so she held onto it as best as she could. "Yeah, some guy was working on a paper like that earlier. And, believe it or not, a vampire, or somebody who believed they were a vampire with their entire heart and soul," Riley found it inconceivable that the vampire had been anything less than that, an undead bloodsucker, but if she told that to a stranger, it wouldn't be surprising if she was thought insane. "killed my father."

Riley looked to her left as she thought about how both of her parents had ultimately met their demises so prematurely. The few things that she knew of her mother, Riley wondered if she should find them more easily in herself than she did. Her tendency of making up creative names for things with no identity(she called her own accent "oakish" because her father was from Oklahoma but her mother was from England, like the man she married and his brother), her erratic personality, her habit of putting "my dear" before the names of her close friends and family. And her father, should she be like the man who laughed freely and had his own mischievous streak? She wasn't even like the man who raised her, her Uncle Ozymandias. Riley felt like she didn't really belong, even though her uncle was the person she was closest to. Did this girl know what it was like to feel like a joke in her own family as well?

Blindness made meeting people hard for Riley because she couldn't follow her uncle's guildlines on manners very easily sometimes because of her volatile temper. People always expected her uncle to have perfect manners because of his British accent, but it didn't apply to Riley even though she had the same accent. Why? Because she was blind. And that made her furious. What she would give to be able to tell off every person who saw her less than human because she was disabled. But Riley still tried to be nice with strangers. That's what Uncle wanted, especially when it came to boys, no idea why on that part. Riley held her hand out unknowingly slightly to the left of Evelyn, having misjudged where the voice came from after having pondered so long. "My name is Desdemona, but you can call me Riley."