Pressing matters

[color= 336699]Veronica walked into the library, ever present sunglasses and cane provoking more then a few glances. She could feel the eyes burning through her, silently judging her. But what could she do, really? No reason to go yell at at them, get thrown out before she could do some reading.

Reading. Her eyes widened at the possibility of the library not having Braille books, and she shook her head silently to console herself. No, it had to have at least a few. Even a stupid children's book called something like 'Matthew's red balloon' would be better then nothing. She walked with strengthened resolve towards the shelves, glaring silently in the direction of one of the prying looks.

Her fingers fluttered across the end of each bookshelf, searching for the Braille written at the bottom. No... No... No... N - wait. Here.
She slipped into the cramped row, trailing one hand across the books crammed into the shelf. She should've asked for help, she knew, but she knew it'd be from a librarian who'd tisk and sigh and call her 'dear' time and time again. She'd rather just search, however much longer it'd take.

She stopped, feeling the distinctive dots that marked her escape from the gilded cage they had the gull to call a school. Just an excuse, is what it really was, an excuse to send all those troublesome 'gifted' children away and be free at last from the oddities of life. She grabbed three books from the shelf without even reading the titles, tucking them under her free arm and making her way to a small reading room she'd noticed tucked away in the back where no one'd bother her. She couldn't tell if there was anyone in there, of course, but she doubted anyone else would think to go in.

She placed the three books on the table, feeling for the chair and flopping into it, judging it too hard and relocating to the floor. Even better. No one'd see her, feel they needed to keep her company or whatever idiotic reasons people had come up with in the past just so they could stare at her and feel for once that they'd got a good hand in life. She felt up on the table for a book, freezing suddenly at the sound of a voice. Someone else? Her eyes widened behind her black glasses, and she was suddenly aware of the sound of breathing not her own, the smell they'd given off. Oh, she was an idiot for not noticing.. [/color]

[color=336699]Is she saying what i think she's saying? Veronica flashed a look of pure hatred in the direction of the voice, quickly masking it with a bright, sarcastic smile. "Oh, I’m so sorry! Were my glasses getting in the way of you staring at me?" She took off the sunglasses and slipped them into the case she carried in her book bag, revealing milky white eyes that stared past the girl into nothingness the way she knew most people hated. "There. Is that better?"

She picked up one of the Braille books, fingering the title and smiling in spite of herself. The dragon's egg.. Cheesy, perhaps, but surprisingly good for a Braille book. "I use Braille books because I find them better then books on tape. Sure, they make my fingers sore, but it's worth it to feel people staring at me and asking stupid questions."

She sat down in the chair across the table, picking up the largest book and flipping to the first page. She wasn't going to leave, no, not until the little brat got up and pushed her out. Actually, she wouldn't be surprised if that happened.. She widened her eyes so the girl got the full view, turned her head until she knew her blank eyes were staring right into the girl's, and started reading. [/color]

[color=336699]Wait. Had she even known she was blind? She'd have to be pretty dense, but Veronica had already decided that anyway. But still... There was no way. At least she hadn't fallen over herself apologizing - Veronica hated that nearly as much as snotty little kids. She flipped her sunglasses back on, feeling safer with her eyes concealed although she’d never admit it. "Curious to see what a blind person's eyes looked like?" She questioned innocently, putting her feet up on the table and continuing her book. She’d had to have known...[/color]

[color=336699]Veronica raised an eyebrow, shrugging lightly. "I'm a genius, and I didn't understand a word you said." She realized what she'd just said, laughing humorlessly. Oh, great. Now she was in for it.. Now the kid was going to start in on all the 'you're a genius? Says who?' and the 'awfully boastful, aren't we?' that every single person she'd shared her power with had launched into like it was an automated response. She sighed, rubbing her forehead yet again as she waited passively for the girl to start in on her. What a great first day.. [/color]

[color=336699]Veronica raised an eyebrow, not bothering to turn around and look for the shelf. She had no idea if the girl was lying or not, just to get her to look stupid when she turned and felt around for them. Instead, she closed the book, tilting her head in the direction of the girl curiously when she failed to question her intelligence.

"Handy? I suppose. Although I've found one discovers things about people that those people'd rather not have known." She smiled lightly, trying to decide what was wrong with this girl. She was at least slightly mature, as Veronica could tell she normally thought before she spoke, and she didn't seem excited to be in an argument in the least. Of course, that could just be the result of the girl being raised under abusive, rich parents, where such skills would be required. But, no, Veronica couldn't see that from this girl...

Her eyebrow once again shot up as the girl revealed she knew braille, a motion that was quick becoming her favorite facial expression. "I'm not sure... It's quite the thriller, you know. Beautiful princesses, brave princes, and all that rot." She picked the book up with her power, tossing it lightly to rest on the small stack. "You seem to know braille.. Might you have any recommendations?" [/color]