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Post by HENRIETTA TABEART on Sept 4, 2012 8:18:15 GMT -5
The library. A place filled with worlds that you could explore and hide yourself in. You could be anything you wanted. You could be a princess being rescued from a dragon, an adventurer discovering lost treasure, a pirate sailing on the seven seas. You could be anything you wanted to be when you read a book and that was one of the reasons that Henrietta liked reading. She liked being able to escape from everything and be someone different for a few hours. It was one of the reasons she had started reading in the first place.
Today she had found herself a nice corner of the library and had spent most of the day absorbed in books. Fairytales, to be exact. She had read all the classics. Cinderalla, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Rapunzel. She was currently reading through Aladdin when suddenly all the lights went out. She gasped, looking around. There wasn’t a soul in the library. She quickly got up and rushed to the door, yanking at it but it wouldn’t open.
She’d been locked in the library all alone. She was terrified. She didn’t hear the other person in the library until she heard a book drop. She gasped, following the sound of the book and looking over at a young girl in her year, clearly realising she was in the same predicament as Henrietta. Well, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
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Post by Staci Myers on Sept 4, 2012 23:02:01 GMT -5
Staci rose from her seat in a rush. It was almost time; she was going to be late. In a quick movement, her hand reached for her bag and pulled it off of the table. She had never realized the book that had been seated upon it until it began tumbling to the ground. Her hand shot out to make a mad grab for it. Hopefully she would be able to reach it before it made a crashing noise against the hard wood floor. Staci was never all that fast with reaction times.
The book made a loud thud upon the ground which echoed through the rows of books inside of the library. Staci's face turned red with embarrassment. No doubt people heard it. No doubt it interrupted everybody that had been studying. No doubt the librarian would come and scold her for making such a loud noise and disrupting the others. She gathered the book into her hand and ran a few steps before a sight before her caught her off guard.
There was no trace of any other people in the library.
The girl looked at her watch. No way it was already that late. Surely she would have noticed the second that the lights went out that it was closing. This was bad. She had been so busy with her reading that she hadn't noticed everyone leaving. What did somebody do when they were alone in a library? Call for help or even break open a window? It wasn't as though she would starve or get too thirsty or anything. It just all felt so... so... dark and alone. But that feeling didn't last all that long.
Somebody else was here and she was approaching. There was that much relief at least. “Y-You're stuck here too?” she asked. The answer was clearly obvious, but what else was she supposed to say? “Uh.. we should find a way out? Maybe if we tried to call the school a janitor would pick up.” That would make the most sense. Help from the inside was always the best option. |
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Post by HENRIETTA TABEART on Sept 6, 2012 6:09:35 GMT -5
Henrietta looked at the other girl and nodded her head, her book still pressed against her chest as she looked at the other young girl. She knew they were in the same year but she had never caught the girl’s name. Henrietta wasn’t very good at making friends so she left that to Erica to do. She guessed that Erica knew the girl but she wasn’t entirely sure. After all, Erica talked to everyone and anyone. That was the reason they were friends, after all.
Henrietta nodded again at the comment about finding a way out, trying to swallow the lump in her throat that was holding down her voice. Even when she did speak, it wasn’t very loud until she got to know people and trusted them with her life. She wished she could be more helpful but she needed time to be able to talk to her. Even if she was in the same position as Henrietta now.
Henrietta pulled her phone out, turning it on as she had had it off whilst she was in the library. It turned on and flashed at her, showing no signal. Of course there was no signal in the library. There was never any signal in the library, especially when you needed it to work. She sighed, showing the girl her phone and shrugging her shoulders. They either had to find a way out or they would be stuck here for however long.
Henrietta sighed, shaking her head. “I think we are stuck,” she said quietly, biting on her lip and pulling her hair tight in her ponytail. She sighed again, sitting down on a chair and trying to think if there was a way out of here. “My name is Henrietta,” she told her, looking at her.
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Post by Staci Myers on Sept 6, 2012 20:29:55 GMT -5
The second Henrietta pulled out her phone, Staci looked at her own phone. The signal she would occasionally get in the library was weak and very, very rare. She would need to keep an eye on the phone in case it would give her a signal. This wasn't a problem! There was sure to be a way out of here. Every small inconvenience was just a little hiccup in their quest to escape. It could very easily be taken to be a game. A puzzle. This would all be solved soon enough.
Her eyes closed for a moment and she thought and listened to what the other girl – Henrietta – had to say. Staci tapped her chin in thought. Her words were forming the best way that the could in her mind. “We're not stuck,” Staci replied to Henrietta's assessment of the situation. “We just have a s-small wall between us an-and outside.” Before she went on saying anything further, Staci examined the room. They could always climb through the windows. The library, however, was on the third floor. Had something gone wrong, it would have been quite the fall. No doubt her mother would send out a search party if she didn't hear from her either. That might have been a little reason to worry.
She gave the other girl a quick, awkward smile after waiting so long to respond to her greeting. “Oh. R-right. I am Staci. You-you're in my class right? I know I have s-seen you around before.” And this girl was also a hostess. One of the more well-known girl students in the school. It was a surprise that somebody like her would be hanging out in the library, even though her look did suggest that she... well... that she was no different than Staci when it came to interest. Not that she was making a stereotype of herself and this other girl or anything. This girl was on a whole other level than Staci.
“We should probably start looking for a way out,” she suggested, lifting her belongings back onto her shoulder and pacing around in the nearest part of the library. “M-maybe we can.. I mean I don't want to.. but if we have to, we can climb out of the window.” But that was the last resort. “Maybe we can find something of use by the librarian's desk.” Staci had hoped that it would be a good start. |
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Post by HENRIETTA TABEART on Sept 13, 2012 3:11:07 GMT -5
Henrietta hated the fact that they couldn’t even call for someone to let them out. If she had phone signal, she would have called her father and he would have told the school in a couple of seconds and come to rescue them. But instead it was up to the two girls to find a way out of here and as much as she was scared about being stuck here for the rest of the night. Still, at least she wasn’t stuck on her own. She guessed that being stuck on her own would be a lot worse than being stuck with someone else.
Henrietta looked at the other girl and nodded her head. It was better to think of it as obstacles in their way that they had to overcome rather than anything else. It was easier to think of their escape as being a puzzle than being a problem that they couldn’t get out of. She knew if she started thinking they were trapped for all night, she would start panicking and that wouldn’t help things in the slightest. Henrietta also took a look around the room. She knew they could try a window but being on the third floor did make things a little tricky for the other side. She wondered if they just leant out of the window, if they would be able to get a phone signal and send a text or call to someone. But she wasn’t sure about that either.
“Nice to meet you Staci. We’re in the same year, yes,” Henrietta told her, giving her a small smile but not saying much else to the girl. She was ever so quiet and only really talked when she could pull up the courage to do it. It seemed to be what the boys in the host club found appealing in her and she couldn’t deny the fact that she seemed to get a lot of visitors to see her of the boy population. Still, she was the same girl that liked to get lost in worlds of books and forget about real life for a few hours, just like this girl seemed to. She saw no reason why they wouldn’t be friends.
Henrietta nodded her head at Staci, heading over to the librarians desk and pulling open the drawers. She was sure that there would be a spare set of keys somewhere around the library for reasons just like this one. After all, the library was very big and it must be often that people get trapped in amongst the books at night after forgetting the time. “Maybe keys?” Henrietta asked Staci, pulling out a pile of paperwork.
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Post by Staci Myers on Sept 17, 2012 0:43:44 GMT -5
It wasn't a lie to say that Staci was learning things about this other girl at a rather quick rate. It became quite clear that this other girl didn't talk all that much. It became clear that she was just as nervous as Staci truly was, even though Staci tried her best to keep herself calm despite the circumstances. It didn't matter to her if she was stuck alone or not. In fact, being stuck with another person might help her out. People did always say that two heads were better than one. That was assuming that they worked well together, of course. And that Henrietta didn't start freaking out on Staci. Staci was probably one of the worst choices when it came to caring for somebody that was having an attack of some type.
Staci went to a drawer that neighbored the one that her classmate was going through. Papers, stamps, pens: it was lined with the usual items that somebody would think that a librarian would have. Maybe she had been afraid that somebody would steal something had they stumbled across her keys. It seemed a bit unlikely at this school. Why would anybody need to steal something from the school. The entire student popular had their butts covered. Actually, most of them did. There had been one that Staci could think of that might set the librarian on edge – the scholarship student. Perhaps blaming the boy was a bit rude. Staci shouldn't be like that.
Her hand continued to explore the depths of the drawers until they bumped into something that slid across the wood with a scratching screech. The sound was unmistakeable as metal against wood. Staci lifted a small pile of papers and peeked under them. There was a small keyring with three keys on them. All of the keys were small. No way that they would work to the main door. However, that didn't mean that she wouldn't try. “I found some~” she cried happily. In a rush she stuffed some discarded papers back into the desk and ran to the door. The first key was tried, the second, and finally the third. They hadn't worked. “Still, even if they don't go to the door, they must go to something. Until then, we can think of other ways to contact the outside world.” |
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