The Fountain

Hello.

Ello.

Hmm so what should we do now?

I'm trying to figure it out. Armand at this point would probably agree to work with someone and I'm still debating on something's. I could always have someone get attacked for a piece. Hm...

Clara and Armand could work together, they're both the underdogs of their families, kinda. They'd be a lot more willing than when we did Matteo and Meredith >.>

True, very true. But how to have them meet up...

IDK MY BFF JILL.
Hm, we could do library, but Clara was told not to come back xD
We've done a coffee shop scene, and I don't want to start using the same locations too many times.
Book store? Or is that too much like a library?

Nah, bookstore could work.

Armand: Pulling my hat down over my ears, I hail down a cab and tell him the street of the bookstore. I don't know if I'll be able to did anything over there, but with Dad back, I just need to get away.

Clara: So Matteo had the book, and I couldn't go to the library. Second best was the bookstore. My family was made up of penny pinchers - besides Avril - so I'd have to see how long I could get away with reading the merchandise without buying. Unless I found a really helpful book. I got in my navy blue bug, my prized posession, and drove over.

Armand: I avoid everyone and head straight for the back, the Lit. section. I start skimming through books, a lot of which I'd read either at home or at the library.

Clara: Someone was in the same section I was going to, a St. Clare. Great. "Hello," I mumbled, breezing past him.

Armand: I look up at the girl. Something about her seems vaguely familiar, but I can't tell what. Oh well. As long as she doesn't pull out a camera, I'm fine. "Hey," I say back.

Clara: Now there would be awkwardness if I didn't say anything else. "UH...what are you at the book store for?" I asked as I picked out a book. Nope, no good, I'd already studied that one. I put it back.

Armand: I shrug. "Just looking for a reason to get out the house, I guess. No one's home and I tend to get pretty bored." Damn, still can't remember where I've seen her. And she has to know me, otherwise this'd be kid of akward.

Clara: I couldn't even remember his name..."Same. Kind of. Plenty of people are home, but they're all annoying. Talking about their search plans."

Armand: "Or not talking to you at all..." After Rizzo's party last night, the bit about the search doesn't seem too surprising. "Would it be rude if I asked who you were? Sorry, I feel like I should know you."

Clara: An amused smile came onto my face, and I looked over my shoulder. "Clara LeVoy, and I feel like I should know you, too. Who are /you/?"

Armand: The other LeVoy girl. That explains it. I take a few books off the shelf and look them over. "Armand St.Claire."

Clara: "That's what I thought." He was the sick one, wasn't he? "So you're part of the Fountain search too, then? Just like your brother?"

Armand: If this were yesterday, I would've been so confused. But this morning when I went to count the pieces again, in their place was a note saying "Oops, butterfingers. Sorry Marlo." I never thought him the kind of guy to get caught up in something like this, but even I'll admitt that he's vain. "Yep, you can say something like that."

Clara: I smirked. "Does he happen to be missing pages from one of his books? From the library?"

Armand: "Never mentioned it," I admitt. "Although he did look pretty stressed yesterday morning. I never knew he even knew what a library was." I turn around and lean against the bookshelf. "What'd you take?"

Clara: "Half a map. He got me kicked out of the library, /and/ got the entire rest of the book. So I still got the short end of the stick, but.." I shrugged.

Armand: "But you still got the last word. That counts for something," I point out. "Do your brother and sister know you have it?"

Clara: I laughed slightly. "They know I have it, but they don't know the story. And it almost sounds like you're glad I got the best of your brother..."