AND SO IT BEGINSrenaissancedOctober 30 2007, 21:54:52 UTC
Once upon a time, there was a bet, involving a lot of whiskey, a poem, and a guitarist called Will Darlington. Under his drunken fingers, John Donne’s “Elegy 20: To His Mistress Going to Bed” became a clumsy but enthralling song of seduction. His best friend and ex-roommate, Charles Bingley IV, based his senior thesis on his memories of that night; with a double major in English and Music, a compilation of compositions with a great literature for lyrics seemed just the thing to supplement his diploma.
I WILL DO THIS FOREVERrenaissancedOctober 30 2007, 21:55:23 UTC
“I don’t think he’d ever hurt you.”
“That’s because I’d kick his ass before he could even get close.”
“Lizzy.”
“Jane.”
“My dear Miss Eliza Bennet,” said an entirely different voice, smooth and skulking, “what a pleasure to see you again. My, your accomodations have improved since our last meeting.” The figure in the doorway was small, only just matching Lizzy’s 5’8” frame. He had a slight paunch straining at the vest of his forest-green, three-piece suit and a very hearty moustache that did its best to take attention from his comb-over.
“It’s Lizzy,” she sighed, “and I don’t live here.”
“It reminds me a great deal of Rosings, that little place in upstate New York I’m fixing up for Mrs. De Borough,” continued Mr. Collins. He gestured to the windows with a well-manicured hand. “Eighteen foot windows--$965 each. Marble frames--$600 each. And these hardwood floors, my God! Look at the inlay, the craftsmanship, oh!”
Lizzy had forgotten that Mr. Collins made conversation like an American Express commercial.
“Don’t give us that shit,” Lizzy said gently. “You look like you’re about to cry.” Lizzy wondered lightly if it made her a bad person to think how it would make a good picture: her blonde hair escaping its ponytail and clinging to her cheeks, her face impassive, her eyes full of tears. No, she decided, tucking the hair behind her cousin’s ear, it just meant that things were starting to ease up around the young Bennet household.
Lydia opened her mouth to speak, but her mouth twisted and her lower lip started to shake. Jane moved the basket from her right hand to her left and used her free hand to squeeze Lydia gently around the shoulders. “You thought you saw Wickham, didn’t you?”
But feast your eyes on nifty rants on The Golden Compass: EL JUEGO
hahaha~ you lost. But anyway, Chira's really awesome and I trust her judgement.
Also, to explain my loss of sanity and inability to maintain intelligence in this comment, I HAVE TWO YOUNG COUSINS AND I AM GOING INSANE OMG SAVEMEEEE-
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English CH 4 Project:
[Alice]
-characters & their characterization
-symbols
-point of view
-allusions
-literary terms
-quote to represents chapters (suggestions)
*When are we meeting, was it Tuesday morning @ 8? Just making sure :D
Those Who Stand For Nothing -- OH SNAP. read this plzzzzzzzzz, it's so awesome ♥
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ooh fic? yay!
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even though i am soooo glad we're past that chapter in morrison's, or i'd be loling the whole class. =|
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“That’s because I’d kick his ass before he could even get close.”
“Lizzy.”
“Jane.”
“My dear Miss Eliza Bennet,” said an entirely different voice, smooth and skulking, “what a pleasure to see you again. My, your accomodations have improved since our last meeting.” The figure in the doorway was small, only just matching Lizzy’s 5’8” frame. He had a slight paunch straining at the vest of his forest-green, three-piece suit and a very hearty moustache that did its best to take attention from his comb-over.
“It’s Lizzy,” she sighed, “and I don’t live here.”
“It reminds me a great deal of Rosings, that little place in upstate New York I’m fixing up for Mrs. De Borough,” continued Mr. Collins. He gestured to the windows with a well-manicured hand. “Eighteen foot windows--$965 each. Marble frames--$600 each. And these hardwood floors, my God! Look at the inlay, the craftsmanship, oh!”
Lizzy had forgotten that Mr. Collins made conversation like an American Express commercial.
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“Nothing,” said Lydia hurriedly.
“Don’t give us that shit,” Lizzy said gently. “You look like you’re about to cry.” Lizzy wondered lightly if it made her a bad person to think how it would make a good picture: her blonde hair escaping its ponytail and clinging to her cheeks, her face impassive, her eyes full of tears. No, she decided, tucking the hair behind her cousin’s ear, it just meant that things were starting to ease up around the young Bennet household.
Lydia opened her mouth to speak, but her mouth twisted and her lower lip started to shake. Jane moved the basket from her right hand to her left and used her free hand to squeeze Lydia gently around the shoulders. “You thought you saw Wickham, didn’t you?”
Lydia nodded, sniffing. “Wasn’t him, though.”
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BUT OMG DO NOT BE SLACKING OFF PLZZZ. Make another post in your LJ, write about the game or someething I dunno?
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Or some other bastardized espanol~
THAR BE SNOW UP HURR IN RHODE ISLAND. XD
But feast your eyes on nifty rants on The Golden Compass: EL JUEGO
hahaha~ you lost. But anyway, Chira's really awesome and I trust her judgement.
Also, to explain my loss of sanity and inability to maintain intelligence in this comment, I HAVE TWO YOUNG COUSINS AND I AM GOING INSANE OMG SAVEMEEEE-
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i'm babysitting like every day now. =[
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