Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2014 3:47:47 GMT
The sun was just starting to rise above the low skyline of a small city in Maine, one that went by the name of Storybrooke. To an unsuspecting passerby, the name might be normal if not a bit odd, but what city name wasn't? But to the young librarian making her way across blocks and down sidewalks, the name was something more to her. Not just her town, but her cage, as to speak. As the sun started it's climb into the sky, it brough many shades of rose, orange, and soft blue hues with it, lighting up the sky and signaling a fresh start to a new day.
A sigh escaped her lips as her eyes scanned all the movement around her. A smile rested softly on her lips as her fingers fidgeted with the dark jacket she had over her clothes to protect her from the morning chill that would certainly wear off soon after noon hit. She crossed her last street, making sure to stay on the white lines striping the crosswalk, until she stood in front of one of the tallest buildings residing in Storybrooke with hundreds if not thousands of books. The library, but more commonly known to her as her favorite place, not to mention her work building.
Lacey's frozen fingers fiddled with the lock on the front corner door for a moment before stepping in and flicking on the lights, quickly closing the door behind her. Suddenly the room was filled with lights as they flickered once, twice, and stopped. She made her way to her desk, setting down the purse that was previously resting on her shoulder and the sunglasses from the bridge of her nose. Another sigh escaped her, but this time it was her sigh of comfort and pleasure. The library was Lacey's home away from home and she wouldn't want it any other way.
After a half an hour of reshelfing and restocking books, Lacey finally walked to the front door, ready to open the library for a slow friday. The library didn't tend to be anybody's first stop, however, a couple people would drift in and out every day, sometimes newcomers, usually regulars. She turned the closed sign to open, signaling to the outside that the library was available for book returns and checkout, though nobody usually came this early in the morning. If Lacey could have her way, she'd be sleeping. She almost laughed aloud at the thought. Lacey was having it her way, right at the library where she belonged.
She paused a moment after turning the sign. The air in the library quickly became somewhat stuffy because it captured the humidity and kept it in. Needless to say, the ac wasn't the most reliable tool in the realm of books. The checkout tools were more reliable, and that was saying something. Even though she could tell from the inside that the outside was already starting to grow a few degrees, she knew it'd be a relief from the humidity already clinging to the library. So, she stepped outside and closed the door, watching the sun rise and the slow shadows on their way to work. Lacey stayed outside, breathing in the sharp, clear morning air, and as she did so, she couldn't help but think what this new day might bring.
A sigh escaped her lips as her eyes scanned all the movement around her. A smile rested softly on her lips as her fingers fidgeted with the dark jacket she had over her clothes to protect her from the morning chill that would certainly wear off soon after noon hit. She crossed her last street, making sure to stay on the white lines striping the crosswalk, until she stood in front of one of the tallest buildings residing in Storybrooke with hundreds if not thousands of books. The library, but more commonly known to her as her favorite place, not to mention her work building.
Lacey's frozen fingers fiddled with the lock on the front corner door for a moment before stepping in and flicking on the lights, quickly closing the door behind her. Suddenly the room was filled with lights as they flickered once, twice, and stopped. She made her way to her desk, setting down the purse that was previously resting on her shoulder and the sunglasses from the bridge of her nose. Another sigh escaped her, but this time it was her sigh of comfort and pleasure. The library was Lacey's home away from home and she wouldn't want it any other way.
After a half an hour of reshelfing and restocking books, Lacey finally walked to the front door, ready to open the library for a slow friday. The library didn't tend to be anybody's first stop, however, a couple people would drift in and out every day, sometimes newcomers, usually regulars. She turned the closed sign to open, signaling to the outside that the library was available for book returns and checkout, though nobody usually came this early in the morning. If Lacey could have her way, she'd be sleeping. She almost laughed aloud at the thought. Lacey was having it her way, right at the library where she belonged.
She paused a moment after turning the sign. The air in the library quickly became somewhat stuffy because it captured the humidity and kept it in. Needless to say, the ac wasn't the most reliable tool in the realm of books. The checkout tools were more reliable, and that was saying something. Even though she could tell from the inside that the outside was already starting to grow a few degrees, she knew it'd be a relief from the humidity already clinging to the library. So, she stepped outside and closed the door, watching the sun rise and the slow shadows on their way to work. Lacey stayed outside, breathing in the sharp, clear morning air, and as she did so, she couldn't help but think what this new day might bring.