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 Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 5:57 am
The Laborn Public Library was established in 2054 by its founder Aisha Laborn. It is a large building which contains quite the collection of media both new and old. It also includes a decent collection of media from other Earths, as well as a computer center, and city funded day care program to help working moms. At its grand opening Ms. Laborn was quoted as saying "Reading helped me through some of the darkest times that Brockton Bay faced, may it help you through your troubles as well."
Area Location: South Downtown
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 4:13 pm
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___youwillknownihilism Crew
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___youwillknownihilism generated a random number between
10 and 40 ...
27!
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___youwillknownihilism Crew
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 6:48 am
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 3:06 pm
 
Her recent project was driving her nuts.
Hours and hours of studying and the first prototype exploded over the damn pond and she couldn't collect any of the pieces. Her shattered dreams and hours upon hours of working were sitting at the bottom of some scum infested pond somewhere in a park. A scowl was plastered firmly on Kar's face, piles upon piles of books around her as she worked, and several coffee cups in different stages of being consumed. Her hair was a mess, tousled and knotted from falling asleep repeatedly on the most uncomfortable wooden desk to have ever existed; what were these things made of anyways, metal covered in sandpaper painted to look like wood? It felt like they used plywood to make a table, which was like a cardinal sin of interior design.
The female groaned and sat back, stretching; she was at an impasse for now. She didn't have the money curretnly for the materials she would need to make the first successful prototype hoverboard; it would have to be done at another time after she took a few commissions and saved up. Karleen got up and began to slowly put the books on the return shelf, her joints creaking with every step. She wished she had tinker friends to talk to, every second of every day was just this constant hum of ideas hitting the back of her skull like a tiny jackhammer. She liked when the hum went silent durring her Down Months, but there were many reasons why she didn't like it either. She sudenly became aware of how disgusting she probably looked, she had been in the library since earlier that morning as soon as it had opened. She hadn't taken the time to shower, to brush her teeth, to do anything.
Suddenly way too self-conscious, Karleen rushed to her bag and pulled out a beanie and quickly put it on to attempt to hide her mess of a bob haircut. She then grabbed all of her things and left to a less open part of the library to eat and shoot dogdad a message. She hadn't talked to the fella in a while and was wondering how he was doing; probably more than anything he was just busy with his job. Being a hero, and a warden no less, sounded exhausting. She was glad she never tried to get in to that stuff, she just wanted a normal life. Well as much of a normal life as one can get when heroes and villians alike come to you with pockets full of money in an attempt to get you to make anything from rockets to jetpacks.
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「 FEELING 」Tired, Self-conscious x 「 SEEING 」towards the back x 「 SPEAKING 」I hate being poor x 「 WEARING 」xxxxxxx
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 9:17 am
Karleen found a nice recliner in a corner and sat herself in it, curling up and taking a phone out of her pocket. It wasn't hers, of course; she couldn't afford a phone or a phone plan. This was a lost phone she had found outside of her apartment one day and for some reason the person who had owned it previously hadn't stopped paying the bill. She'd ditch it soon enough, find another lost phone to use before the owner of this one tracked it down and beat the s**t out of her for "stealing" his phone; finder's keepers, losers weepers. Kar connected to the Library's wifi and logged in to parahuman's online, yawning softly as she did so. She went in to private messages and started typing one up; she had previously been in one of her depressive fits, and hadn't bothered to send a message to probably her only friend in the world to let him know that she was okay. She was the worst friend in the world, probably worse of a friend then hitler. What would hitler even be like as a friend, like sure he was a ragin psychopath but what if he like threw tea parties with little stuffed animals when the rest of the world wasn't looking. Karleen stopped for a moment in her typing, her eyes squinted; what in the hell was she going on about?
Karleen hit send, then sat back and sighed softly, looking up at the ceiling. She should probably get some work done or something, rent was going to be due soon enough. With a groan, the girl peeled herself out of her seat and made her way out of the library and headed towards home. God she was exhausted-- maybe she'd take a nap after she was done.
[ Exeunt: Brockton Library > Home ]
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「 FEELING 」Tired x 「 SEEING 」Heading homex 「 SPEAKING 」I hate being poor x 「 WEARING 」xxxxxxx
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