Saint Joseph School

Sister Mary Salvation walked into the library. More like the glorified broom closet that housed a few book shelves and a globe.

She'd have to talk to someone about getting more resources at some point, but for now, this would do. Most of the books were stacked carelessly in piles here and there. She sighed and pulled off her sunglasses, setting them on what would be her desk and pushed up the sleeves to her habit, Sister salvation got to work.

Work consisted of pushing a pile of books off to the side and sitting down to kick her feet up. The heel of her boot caught on the edge of the worn desk and she pulled out a pack of her clove cigarettes. One glance to the door before she lit it with a spark from the palm of her hand.

Looking over, she saw a few books stacked precariously on the edge of the table and sat up, putting her feet on the floor she held her cigarette between her fingers letting the smoke curl around her red painted nails. She moved the top-most one to see last year's yearbook.

A short laugh and she flipped it open, "Nice," she coughed flipping through the pages seeing all candid pictures and mug shot style photos with names listed in neat print under them. She closed it abruptly and shoved it away from her, "These kids don't even like me. Just because I wear this habit?" She laughed and kicked her feet up again, leaning back in her chair. "Stupid kids."

A few hours must have passed for Sister Salvation since she sat down at her desk, the scent of her clove cigarettes and the dust intermingling into a warm scent that combined with the odor of underused books. It was at that point that a shuffling of paper could be heard, a sound that almost covered up what might have been the sound of small claws or feet.

Then, through the door stumbled a green girl with pointed ears and blond/magenta hair. She might have been mistaken for a Troll if she was more muscular, but her light frame would be impossible if she was a Supradyne addict.

"Pookie! Are you in here? Come on Pookie, you're not supposed to be out of my room, and I totally don't want to get in trouble!"

((sorry I missed this!!))

Sister Salvation nearly tipped her chair back. Paper shuffled to put out the burning embers of her cigarette that had fallen from her fingers onto the desk when she's fallen asleep. "Damn it.." she said, jumping up to clear the desk before it actually caught on fire. Not that it wouldn't be a bit amusing.

Seeing Annie dart into the room hunched over and searching for something called Pookie. At once she was glad to see a student actually use the library and knew that she wasn't here for books. Salvation wondered if the girl had any cigarettes to confiscate.

"Hey! Um.. Girl!" Damn it, what did this one call itself again? She was awful with names. "What is the hell are you doing in here??" she yelled as the small girl rushed across the room. Catching her reflection in the glass case she remembered her habit and straightened up, correcting herself. "I mean.. umm.. can I help you with something?"