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[easiertohate]

Boredom, a noun. The state of being bored, tedium, ennui. It didn't matter what she called it. Whether she referred to it as dullness, doldrums or weariness. It all equaled the same thing to her. Ros Myers found herself trapped on an island and bored

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[curiously_cora]

Coraline smiled at the woman and went to the bookshelf, picking up a book on architecture, football, funfairs and a fairy tale in Welsh. Coraline dumped the books next to her own chair and sat down, crossing her legs as she picked the fairy tale up. Coraline looked across at the woman's reading choice and smiled.

"That's Arabic," Coraline said, looking at the book in the woman's lap. Coraline was wearing another one of Adam's castoffs, an overly large FBI t-shirt. The silver key tucked close to her chest. "I can write my name in Arabic but that's it."

[easiertohate]

Ros recognised the girl, Adam spent so much of his time near her it would have been hard for her not to, even if she wasn't trained in surveillance. "Can you?" Her mouth quirked upward slightly. Adam must have taught her that.

"What is your name?" Utterly as if she didn't know, for all that she asked it with terse politeness.

She did wonder why it would be that she would attract children.

[curiously_cora]

"Yes, a little bit anyway. I keep making mistakes or smudging it though," Coraline said, thinking of how Adam had kept correcting her as they traced their names in the dirt. "It's Coraline. Coraline Jones. Not Caroline, Grown-Ups always call me Caroline. I don't know why, it's not my name."

[easiertohate]

"Because grown-ups usually think they know better." Ros was trying, for Adam's sake mostly. It wasn't that she disliked children, she simply found them bothersome on the whole. Though, truthfully, she found most people bothersome, no matter what the age. "Coraline Jones. I'm Ros Myers. I'm a friend of Adam's."

[beentodamascus]

"I know that one."

He'd been watching her for a few minutes, watching her read the children's book. He had a mug of coffee in his hand. Coraline was taking a bath, which meant that Adam was more or less tied to the compound. He still wasn't good at leaving her on her own.

"Want me to tell you how it ends?"

[easiertohate]

Ros raised an eyebrow as she looked up at him, "No thanks. I think part of the exercise is making it through myself. Though I imagine that the moral of this one is that one can't be too prepared."

Turning the page, she smiled, her amusement only at her own expense. "I volunteered to teach."

[beentodamascus]

"I volunteered to help," said Adam, with an easy grin that was almost entirely fake, sliding down onto the sofa beside her.

"I've come over all domestic."

[easiertohate]

She snorted, knowing full well that her teaching raw beginners Arabic was likely to me an unmitigated disaster, possibly even with Adam's influence. "Domestic bliss, both of us?"

Ros wasn't content with the situation any more than Adam was actually as happy as the smile implied. "Sleeping any better?"

[unit_girl]

Jo had always found that the best things you can learn weren't in books at all, so she never went near the books on the shelf. Which wasn't to say she didn't find it interesting how it all changed every day.

But more interesting than that was this room, where she could find people to chat with. The woman in there had a terrible shirt on, but Jo could say the same about herself, so she made no comment.

She settled herself on the couch and peered over at the book the woman was reading. "Oh, it's all symbols," she said. She could never quite work out how anyone could read symbols.

[easiertohate]

There were moments when Ros wondered if everyone in this place was were as genuine and darling as they appeared. It set her teeth on edge, though she forced herself to smile politely at the young woman.

At least she wasn't American.

"Actually, the symbols are letters and words. All letters are merely symbols, shapes with meaning, representing something else."

How did these people survive?

[unit_girl]

"I know that," Jo replied, defensively. "But they don't look like English so you can't even guess how to pronounce them."She could understand how to learn European languages, having learnt French at school, but ones with funny symbols were another thing entirely.

[easiertohate]

"I believe that's how anyone from a culture that doesn't use the latin alphabet feels when they try and read a western european based language, wouldn't you think?" Ros had little time for fools or for intolerant thinking, not at all amused at the irony in her opinion.

[9mmshotglass]

"I see you've met the box," Reese murmured moving towards the bookshelf to put the damned Zen book back. Her coffee was steaming, black and sweeter than usual. And she was in a relatively good mood, easy even. There was a hard glance at the bookcase (which was offering tips on taming tempers while simultaneously shoving the Kama Sutra at her in twenty three languages) before she gave in and picked somethingon stress management that look intensely boring.

A paperback version of the Kama Sutra randomly fell on her head.

"Hey!" she snapped. "Fucking bookcase..." It responded by spitting a pocket-sized version at her. Reese stared and then started to laugh.

[easiertohate]

Ros chuckled softly, a low sound almost private. Turning the page of her book she carefully kept her gaze on the fable and not the woman. "I see you've met the bookshelf."

[9mmshotglass]

"We're old buddies," Reese growled and rubbed at her head. "I can see I won't make it out alive unless I take this glorified porn book with me. One of the first times I was in here it was attacked me with Austen. This," she grumbled, "is not an improvement."

She glared at the bookcase again and a few books fell over.

[easiertohate]

"Austen? You should have given them to Adam, he would have appreciated them." Her eyes flitted to the woman, her amusement obvious. "Oh I don't know, it's given me some useful things." Even if they did all appear to be children's stories and poetry.