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The Library; Wednesday [ 04/23 ]

One might think that Adah Price was suffering from the same sort of caffeine deprivation as the rest of the island, by the way she just limp-shuffled into the library, shoulders sagging, and then settled in the chair behind the desk. And then stayed there. Still. Unmoving as she stared at her cup of coffee.

But the coffee remained untouched as well; Adah couldn't even bright herself to be bothered with drinking it, blithely watching the steam curl up and dissipate in the air, wishing she could be like the steam. Able to curl easily, effortlessly, with even the slightest stirring, rising by the forces of convection, and then slowly, slowly...gone, but still there, in unseen droplets of vapor.

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Really, there was something impressive about the sheer lack of mobility that Adah could achieve without even trying. She kept her blinking slowly regulated, and moved her head in accordance to the occasion of wanting the color of whatever spot she was staring at until it blurred to change to something else.

Sokka shuffled in in a similar mood, and waved bleakly at her.

He started off toward the stacks, looking for anything that could help save Naminé, but he didn't have much hope. After all, if the only person from her world who knew anything about Nobodies got so much wrong, what could he possibly hope to find?

At some point, Adah had moved enough to appear to have opened a book and tried to read.

The operative word here was try.

Finally, Adah got around to having a sip of that coffee.

Her nose wrinkled in instant dislike. It was the first indication to her brain that enough time had passed that it had been cooled and it was already third period.

The library was open to the other aides and the librarians, but she didn't particularly care to see any of them. Just as she hadn't particularly cared for what little of her sandwiched she'd nibbled down, feeling it turn distastefully in her stomach.

Indigestion lead to feeling coming to Adah's dull perception.

Feeling lead to anger.

Anger lead to the occasional frustrated, annoyed, infuriated lobbing of a book across the desk, as far as she could throw it, which still wasn't much. Eventually, she was surrounded by a small ring of toss, splayed open books and felt no remorse. She had only done what any other Price did when they were so angry they could puke: hurt something they loved.

Given up on any sort of veneer of being a properly functioning aid by this point, Adah's head just rested against the surface of the desk, angled as comfortably as possible to the side. She was almost regretting the end of the day, because it meant she'd have to get up and move again soon.

Around for a bit, but it's looking like yet another day I need to go out and ennnnjoooooy. New hoity-toity tea shop to check out downtown too.

*uses happy icon to counter emo in post*

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The Library; Wednesday [ 04/23 ]

First Period -- 04/23

Re: First Period -- 04/23

Second Period -- 04/23

Third Period -- 04/23

Lunch -- 04/23

Fourth Period -- 04/23

Fifth Period -- 04/23

OOC -- 04/23