to the tick of a clock

[Jasmine Minette Diamanta]

Jasmine was a strange sort of girl. Admittedly she was rather striking, in both appearance and personality. However, she was very absent minded more often then not, and she seemed to be completely happy to be alone and amuse herself. Some people even thought her a little daft when they first met her, but she was clever - despite first impressions.

Therefore it was no surprise (well, at least to the Librarian who was quite fond of her odd quirks) when she wandered into the Library late on afternoon. She'd made a daisy chain and braided it into her long hair and she was humming some long lost melody to herself. The librarian chuckled slightly at her, but she didn't seem to hear him as she walked around the library, running her fingers along the spines of books she past before she stopped and pulled out a large volume. She was still humming as she twirled around once and sat where she was standing, her head still moving slightly to the chorus only she could hear completely.

[Varenka Menzies]

Varenka pressed her tongue to her pallet, producing an irksome click in time to her all-encompassing stride. She ascended the stairs that bounded the library at a jog, paying no heed to the librarian now stationed at the desk. Sifting through the aisles of books, she scanned their spines for the declaration of an antiseptic charm. Still, her pallet sustained the infernal clicking, reverberated by the clock upon the wall.

[Jasmine Minette Diamanta]

'You might hurt yourself if you don't pay attention.' said Jasmine in a slightly sing song voice as Varenka neared her. She looked up from her spot on the floor through white petals and brown hair, a serene smile on her doll like face. 'it wouldn't be good to, say, walk on someone.'

Jazz closed the large tomb, it was rather sinisterly named 'La Mort' or 'Death'. When she closed it a small cloud of dust erupted and she sneezed slightly, before encircling her arms around it and holding it to her chest. She watched Varenka with her large green eyes, her head tilted slightly to the right before speaking again. 'You know, tangerine clashes a little with platinum blond hair.' she stated it, it wasn't an insult, just an observance - to her, at least.

[Varenka Menzies]

Varenka regarded her adversary with an air of indifference. Tipping her head ever so subtly to the left, she diverted her attention to her cuticles, stifling a yawn. As the girl snapped the book closed, the library's aeration was at once stale as it was oppressive, the dust settling on the crevices of Varenka’s lips, provoking a snarl.

“You know, those flowers of yours might well attract a bee.” She countered, meeting Jasmine’s emerald fixture with her own impregnable glare.

[Jasmine Minette Diamanta]

Jasmine stood up with a gentle smile on her face. 'Thats quite alright. I don't mind bees very much.' There was an air of mischief about her and she was humming slightly as one hand let go of the book and reached up into her hair, pulling loose a daisy and twirling it in between her thumb and her finger.

'Some people say plants scream when we pull them up or cut them and we just can't hear it.'