EBZwrites: It's no place for a lady
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misskarin_ebz[OOC: Rage thingy! Takes place a few days after Karin's arrival to London.
Warning: Umm, violence, angsty angst, this swede trying to write something a bit deep and failing at it.]
Was it her third bottle of cheap mushroom wine? No point in counting really. No point in anything except keeping the drinks flowing, downing glass after glass to dull the pain. Filling the void with liquid bliss. Stop the images of her beloved in a puddle of her own blood... no, NO! Quiet you horrible memories. Another glass drained.
Her clothes a stark contrast to the others in the bar, even if she did her best to dress down. Her manners still too ladylike to not cause suspicion even though she was deadbeat drunk. Her accent so strong they had a hard time understanding her.
“You shouldn't be here missy. It’s no place for a lady!” Said the man who staggered towards her table.
You should not be here. The university is no place for a lady!
Her eyes shooting daggers at the stranger. “Leave alone,” she barks at him. “Go away!.”
You’re a woman, it’s unnatural for a woman to study. Leave it to the men. You and your likes should be making homes and tend to the needs of your husbands and raising your children!
“I don’t like your tone missy. Come on, get outta here, you've had too much to drink already!” He tries to grab her wrist to drag her to the door.
If you will not leave willingly I will have to make you leave! Mark my words Lady Adelswärd, I will make you and every other woman to set foot here leave!
“Don’t touch! Get hands off!” She yells angrily, struggling to remain in her seat.
You’re nothing but whores the both of you. I will show you what we do with whores!
The bottle breaks with the force off the blow. Shattering, spraying them both with shards of glass and drenches them in cheap wine. His limp body drops to the floor.
Warning: Umm, violence, angsty angst, this swede trying to write something a bit deep and failing at it.]
Was it her third bottle of cheap mushroom wine? No point in counting really. No point in anything except keeping the drinks flowing, downing glass after glass to dull the pain. Filling the void with liquid bliss. Stop the images of her beloved in a puddle of her own blood... no, NO! Quiet you horrible memories. Another glass drained.
Her clothes a stark contrast to the others in the bar, even if she did her best to dress down. Her manners still too ladylike to not cause suspicion even though she was deadbeat drunk. Her accent so strong they had a hard time understanding her.
“You shouldn't be here missy. It’s no place for a lady!” Said the man who staggered towards her table.
You should not be here. The university is no place for a lady!
Her eyes shooting daggers at the stranger. “Leave alone,” she barks at him. “Go away!.”
You’re a woman, it’s unnatural for a woman to study. Leave it to the men. You and your likes should be making homes and tend to the needs of your husbands and raising your children!
“I don’t like your tone missy. Come on, get outta here, you've had too much to drink already!” He tries to grab her wrist to drag her to the door.
If you will not leave willingly I will have to make you leave! Mark my words Lady Adelswärd, I will make you and every other woman to set foot here leave!
“Don’t touch! Get hands off!” She yells angrily, struggling to remain in her seat.
You’re nothing but whores the both of you. I will show you what we do with whores!
The bottle breaks with the force off the blow. Shattering, spraying them both with shards of glass and drenches them in cheap wine. His limp body drops to the floor.
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Date: 2012-08-24 09:47 pm (UTC)The word glass has two 's'es.
In His limp body singles to the floor, I'm pretty sure 'singles' isn't the word you wanted. Things like 'crumples', 'collapses' or 'slides' would all work, depending on how dramatic of an action you wanted it to be.
Other than that, this is pretty good! I like reading things that bring up backstory. :)
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Date: 2012-08-24 09:58 pm (UTC)Why I make the mistakes I do:
Glass, glas is always utterly confusing. Why - because glas is the Swedish word for glass, whilst glass = ice cream.
And singles to the floor, well, that's another one off those Swedish things because the word singlar, as it's called in swedish would work... in swedish. But I guess the word has a broader meaning in my language. And singlar translates to singles, but the meaning is apparently not the same.