Well, this is a surprise. (Sean)
Jun 14, 2013 9:29:19 GMT -5
Post by Gwen Peyton on Jun 14, 2013 9:29:19 GMT -5
Saturday had been a usual day for Gwen, kicking into her usual weekend routine as the morning rolled in: she got up at 8, went back to sleep at 8:01, woke up for the second time at 11, hit the shower at 11:15, and was out of the door by noon.
Stopping by the nearby deli for a quick bite, where the servers knew her by name and gave her "the usual" as she paid the exact amount, getting into the rhythm of things like meticulously choreographed number, moving without much thought about the order of her activities. They were arbitrary, just like how she normally went about deciding on things. Take her bike, for example, which she used to get around most of Pilot Ridge. When asked by others why she chose to ride a bike instead of getting a car of her own, she answered, "Just because". That, and that she didn't actually have the money to afford even a beat-up, secondhand car; Gwen could not be bothered to call her parents for help even if they wired her enough money to get her through every month.
Today, she was on her way to the local bookstore, which she normally did when no other significant errand occupied her time, which was few and far between. Gwen had a healthy love for books, and The Book Nook was the perfect place for her to peruse through books without actually buying them; she was careful to put back those on display after she was done, without the slightest wrinkle on any of the pages. She had already finished quite a number of titles with this practice, from Chuck Palahnuik to Stephen King, to those New Age/Occult books located at a rather more obscure section of the store.
Despite the number of bestsellers sold in the store that were definitely worth her buck, Gwen was not too interested in purchasing any of them, and instead preferred on saving her money for the books that she felt were more... deserving of her purchases.
Pilot Ridge didn't have its own comic book store, yet Gwen was lucky enough that The Book Nook had a decent selection of graphic novels and comic books. Unlike the other books, most of these were sealed, most of them being printed in paperback, which wasn't a problem for her. She had only discovered comics recently, and she found out that not only was it impractical as hell to collect every single issue, but she would have been at least thirty years behind to catch up on the more established stories.
Gwen eyed the vibrant-looking shelf, running her finger on the Walking Dead series before it landed on Volume 18 and picked it up, scanning the front and back covers. Usually, Gwen was alone at this part of the bookstore, with about a handful of people just popping in and out, none of whom she really knew or recognized.
Usually.
Stopping by the nearby deli for a quick bite, where the servers knew her by name and gave her "the usual" as she paid the exact amount, getting into the rhythm of things like meticulously choreographed number, moving without much thought about the order of her activities. They were arbitrary, just like how she normally went about deciding on things. Take her bike, for example, which she used to get around most of Pilot Ridge. When asked by others why she chose to ride a bike instead of getting a car of her own, she answered, "Just because". That, and that she didn't actually have the money to afford even a beat-up, secondhand car; Gwen could not be bothered to call her parents for help even if they wired her enough money to get her through every month.
Today, she was on her way to the local bookstore, which she normally did when no other significant errand occupied her time, which was few and far between. Gwen had a healthy love for books, and The Book Nook was the perfect place for her to peruse through books without actually buying them; she was careful to put back those on display after she was done, without the slightest wrinkle on any of the pages. She had already finished quite a number of titles with this practice, from Chuck Palahnuik to Stephen King, to those New Age/Occult books located at a rather more obscure section of the store.
Despite the number of bestsellers sold in the store that were definitely worth her buck, Gwen was not too interested in purchasing any of them, and instead preferred on saving her money for the books that she felt were more... deserving of her purchases.
Pilot Ridge didn't have its own comic book store, yet Gwen was lucky enough that The Book Nook had a decent selection of graphic novels and comic books. Unlike the other books, most of these were sealed, most of them being printed in paperback, which wasn't a problem for her. She had only discovered comics recently, and she found out that not only was it impractical as hell to collect every single issue, but she would have been at least thirty years behind to catch up on the more established stories.
Gwen eyed the vibrant-looking shelf, running her finger on the Walking Dead series before it landed on Volume 18 and picked it up, scanning the front and back covers. Usually, Gwen was alone at this part of the bookstore, with about a handful of people just popping in and out, none of whom she really knew or recognized.
Usually.
