there will be an evolution of the human soul

[justsookie]

About once a month, Sookie Stackhouse likes to check the bookshelf for anything familiar. With as many fictional characters running about Tabula Rasa as there are, Sookie thinks it's inevitably just a matter of time before she sees her name somewhere. Watching Snoop Dogg sing with her in the background was already enough of a shock, but sometimes Sookie wonders if there isn't more out there, because to choose someone with her face and country belle appearance doesn't make sense for a musician of Snoop's type and genre— and, although it seems silly to be picky or concerned about such a small detail, the idea that she's popped up out of a music video almost feels demeaning. Her story must be out there somewhere, Sookie figures, and even if she doesn't spend most of her days consumed by the desire to look, still she casts glances that way. Just in case.

This month, again nothing seems to crop up, and her shoulders sag lightly with the disappointment.

"Is it totally narcissistic of me to be looking for something with my name on it?" she asks aloud to nobody in particular, tapping the heel of her boot against the floor as she tugs out a volume of Buffy and cringes, shoving it back onto the shelf.