<strong>Name: Arabelle "Belle" Masters</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg.html)</div><br/><strong>Location: Office<br/>Doing: Unpacking<br/>Tagged:-</strong><br/><br/>A screech could be heard down the office hall as Belle saw a spider scuttle out of one of her boxes.<strong>"GOODNESS GRACIOUS ARABELLE, THEY'VE STARTED NESTING YOU'VE WAITED SO LONG!"</strong>She had no classes today, and that was good. It meant that the sweats and loungey t-shirt she wore were acceptable. Even screaming her lilt came through. Belle was still unpacking, having gotten distracted by yet another novel yesterday. She vowed not to unpack the books until she was absolutely done with everything else, as it would mean less unpacking days in the long run.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, breathe."</strong>She shook her head as she pulled out more junk<em>she didn't need.</em>Hopefully nobody had heard her outburst, or there was bound to be some confusion. Arabelle was very softspoken in class with her students, her fire only coming out around her colleagues usually. As she went through her box, a copy of Jane Eyre came into her hand, a sigh of defeat sounding as she took the book to her nook and began reading.<em>And I was so close too...</em>