Saint Joseph School

((Some time ago Pu spent some time away from the library and more with here classmates....durring that time her belovind object of affection her Hookah went missing from the SJS library. She looked high low and in places where she sould of never been. Pu-244 Mind you cant see, As explaned to some members, Everything in the world gives of ataleast 1 rad of background radeation (an avrage human giving off 4-5rads) She sees the readeation given off by the world, she see sthing alittle diffrently but to be more visual its the part in Matrix Revaltions where Neo goes blind but is able to still see the physical world around him. Pu is the same way but everyhting is alittle more "green" and glows but because of the years she has had in focusing traning she can see diffrent colors as well as fine detail. She has no conspet for art it just looks like a psycadelic trip to her but despite the fact she can notice little detales in everything. So it can be consiterd normal sight of the 20/20 kind. She recognises her Hookah and can see it though walls or chests except led shelding or thick secure places. And for more concerns clothing does distort the natural look of the body so no wories gentalmen your minute lengths are safe from her sight

Anyone is free to join in the surch just help her find it!))


Due to the large size of the library but its simple rows it was easy for Pluto to get around. Though every once in awile despite her genious she loses her way and for the life of her cant find the same book twice. When this happens she normal will stack books in order and hide them when she finds one she likes and will noramly read it by the next day.

She lay on the second floor apon the cold mabal floor looking up at the celing of the structure. She sighed and corssed one fo her legs over another one hand laying on her slim little hip and the back of her hand lay lightly on her forhead and closed his eyes.

She spoke softly in her doitch accent "Hookah hookah Oh for where out thou mein hookah..." to parady the famious shakspearian play.

She needed a smoke....but where could it be?

She sat up and could here a few of people talking from the echos that seemed to bouce off the bookcase's and marbal floorin. Both of her small hands placed on her fohead now racking her brain, even the percicly calabrated nuclear reactor it was....it failed to recognise the last moment where the wanted object was located. She could of swoer it was in section three just above the sci fi section in the back, the top shelf hidden above the book on the top shelf where "Enders Game" was located. Though she keep a few books around stacked up to hide it from plane site it sould of been there.


she let out of bout of frustration and pounded her fist agenst her head a few times like a chiled angry at itself. "grrrrr aH!" She floated up her legs dangled below her and she rose to the top of the row where her nimble hands griped the top edge looking very carfully agian like it was going to magicly appear out of thin air.

Though she may as well be dead if the nuns found out about it and her habbet in smoking it around the books. Though she knew it hadent been found by staff or student. Otherwise shed be in the admin building awating a talk with somone important enough to issue a termination of membership to the school.

"....or ....maby..." she said softly to hershelf. thoughs where passing though maby it was an issue of blackmail or....simple theavary by members of student ..or staff......

Simon was looking for a book on his plasma conductivity paper, when he very nearly ran into Pu-244. he cursed himself in his own mind for being so careless.

"Oh," he xclaimed in a whisper. "I'm sorry. You were saying something about blackmail? I think that's in the two hundreds section, just over there..."

A girlish squeak escapes her mouth completely surprised by Simon’s presence. Her arms wrapped around her chest as she pulled back and losing most of her concentration on the task at hand her power of flight faded and she dropped onto the hard marble floor that was the library.

As a soft thud echoed down the book cases she placed both hands on her bottom "Au mein butt" she said, obviously pained.

Her jaded eyes looked up at Simon with a frown, then her eye brows tilted inward slightly as if to say "what the hell!?"

"Oh," he exclaimed in a whisper. "I'm sorry. You were saying something about blackmail? I think that's in the two hundreds section, just over there..."

"...."a grown of discomfort escaped her.

Her expression changed from a frown to a more neutral expression. She stood up on her own slowly getting up holding onto one of the shelves almost buckling over again, ever since she learned how to fly she’s spent less and less time on her own two feet, a few times almost forgetting how to walk.

((i totaly got around to doing this story threds are hard to upkeep when your busy -.-))

The girl squeaked with her arms wrapped around her chest as she pulled back and dropped onto the hard marble floor. A soft thud echoed through the library, and she rose from the floor, both hands on her bottom. Simon suddenly felt very bad for having caused the girl to lose face, because of his actions.

"Au! Mein butt" she said, obviously pained.

Her jaded eyes looked up at Simon with a frown, then her eye brows tilted inward slightly as if to say "what the hell!?" Simon became embarassed at what was happening. All he wanted to do was be helpful, but that seemed to be a bit of a fading hope as groan of discomfort escaped her.

Her expression changed from a frown to a more neutral expression. She stood up on her own, slowly getting up and holding onto one of the shelves almost buckling over again. She really seemed ill at ease on her feet, though it looked as though she should be able to hold her own weight. Simon looked upon this and his heart bled, figuratively speaking.

"Ah'm so sorry," he appologized. "C-can Ah help ya, there, miss? Ya look ta be havin' a hard time. I really was just tryin' ta be of assistance. Again, Ah appologize!"

"Ah'm so sorry," he appologized. "C-can Ah help ya, there, miss? Ya look ta be havin' a hard time. I really was just tryin' ta be of assistance. Again, Ah appologize!"

With both of her feet fimrly placed apon the floor she brushed herself off for a moment almost ignoring Simon. Her hands brushed and fixed her skirt and up her slinder frame to her glasses ajusting them acording to her specifications.

She put her hand up and stoped Simon from further speech her eyes closed. A deep breath fallowed as she composed herself, still her heart pounded in her chest but she seemd to compose herself quite well.

"you.."she said "..scared z'eh Scheiße..out of me"

Her finger was in a diciplenary position shaking it matching the sylables of her acented words. She opend her eyes and smirked alittle a friendly smile as she placed her hands on his sholders.

"Forgiven mein classmate" she assure him with her words, her head noded some of her hair flinging foward. She steped back facing the book case bringing a finger to move some of her green hair back behind her hair and ajust her round glasses.

"Im not looking for a book on blackmail but a thought ja?." she said "Jo see mein Hookah, is missing, a nasty habbet smoking....." almost heastent "...It mean .....alot to me"

"Forgiven, mein classmate," the pale, green haired girl assured him as she nodded her head, hair falling foward into her eyes. "Im not looking for a book on blackmail but a thought ja?"

She stepped back, facing the book case bringing a finger to move some of her green hair back behind her hair and ajust her round glasses, before speaking again. Simon sensed the radiant energy coming from the girl, almost as if he could actually see the rads slowly radiating. Still listening, he watched everything around her, and became aware of the oscilation of his own plasma energies.

"Jo see mein Hookah, is missing," She went on. "A nasty habbit smoking..."

There was an almost hesitant pause and confession, and Simon knew he could relate, "...It mean .....alot to me."

"Aw! Ah understand," he shared after looking around. "Ah used ta smoke, too. As a matter o' fact, Ah still carry mah dad's lighter. He fought in Korea with this lighter."

Simon pulled out the scuffed, and weathered brass zippo, and showed it to Pluto. He knew every knick, scratch, and ding in the surface of the old lighter. Even though he no longer smoked, the boy still cared for the thing as if he did, making sure he had flints, cotton, and fluid at all times. Cocking his head, he realized that if he was transforming into a being of pure plasma energy, cancer wasn't an issue anymore.

"If tha lady would permit, Ah'd be honored ta help find it," he offered. "A person should never be without tha things or people they love."