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Conversation earlier:

D: "Hey Ellie, what's are-aye-ee mean?"
E: "It's a nickname."
D: "No, like in school."
E: "Huh?" *sees D is reading an email that includes the phrase '7th rae mth'* "Oh, she misspelled 'grade'. See, this is why spelling is important."
G: "It's an email to a friend. Nobody cares how you spell in email, unless it's to your boss or something. It's like texting."
E: "No excuse for misspelling things in texting either."
G: "Now I know why you have no friends."
E: "...I do have friends. Who can use English properly."
G: "I bet they're all boring and stuck-up."

So do y'all think you're boring and stuck-up? (Fourteen-year-olds, I swear...)

Reply with a character or pairing I'm *familiar* with and I'll write a few sentences of fic.

You've got excellent chances with Supernatural and decent chances with Harry Potter or Narnia.

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So do y'all think you're boring and stuck-up?

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm too weird to be stuck-up!

Reply with a character or pairing I'm *familiar* with and I'll write a few sentences of fic.

Hmm...I forget what your feelings on Ruby and/or Bela are. (Because my bubble filters out when people don't like m'girls.)

Didn't say characters I liked. Said characters I'm familiar with. Fortunately I like Bela. And Ruby, but this turned out very light on Ruby. No, I don't actually know what 'few' means.

Bela likes to give the impression that all she has, she stole, or got paid in exchange for something she stole. Her reputation is a valuable commodity in itself. It's not true—she has plenty of investments, mostly in real estate, energy, and energy efficiency; energy efficiency will always make money eventually—but she's better off if everyone thinks it's true.

Her reputation and half a million is what gets a knife said to kill demons into Bela's hands. "I'll have the knife either way," she tells its owner. "The only question is, do you come out a half million richer, or poorer by however much you choose to spend to try to stop me?" She's dealt with him before, acquiring something for him that was damn near impossible to steal, so he has reason to think she's not bluffing. (She is.)

Bela tracks down a demon in DC who's dripping temptation in the ears of several members of Congress. The knife works.

Bela picks a convenient crossroads in the middle of nowhere and digs a ditch around it, filling the ditch with salt except for a few centimeters at one point, then covers the salt with dirt. She summons the demon with whom she dealt at fourteen, and the moment the demon appears, she kicks an iron bar into place, trapping the demon. "Let's renegotiate," Bela says, holding up the knife. "You free me from my contract, I free you from the circle. Or I die next year and you die right now."

The demon is probably right that threatening her to get leverage over the holder of Bela's contract is like threatening a Wal-Mart cashier to get leverage over a Walton. Bela kills her anyway.

A few months later, a devil's gate opens. That's the rumor, at least. Bela spends some time in Tallahassee investigating the demonic-sounding clouds that appeared over that city, leaving the knife safely in Queens—she doesn't intend to come face to face with any demons, and she cannot risk losing the knife before she finds the holder of her contract.

When Bela gets back to her apartment, she watches the security tapes on fast-forward, rewatches part of it at normal speed, and fires everyone responsible for this building's security. On the tape, a young woman (white, blonde, twenties, ) walked right in the door, stopped, looked around, tore up a section of carpet, scratched through the devil's trap underneath with an engraved penknife, and applied brute force to everything else Bela had protecting the knife. Then she turned to the camera and waved, her eyes demon-black. "Don't worry," she said. "This can't kill Lilith anyway."

"Lilith, is it?" Bela murmurs. "Well well."

Oh, this is so very much the Bela I fell in love with on the show. The attitude, and the smarts, and yay! :D

:-D Glad you enjoyed!

I'll take your challenge. Mr. Tumnus.

And...sometimes I use Text-speak, but mostly I write full English.

The thing about 'always winter and never Christmas'? It's never growing season. The Trees survive well enough when there's sun and their branches are clear, carnivores and omnivores can get by eating dumb beasts, but anyone who needs grains or fruit to survive had best pray that the merchants bring enough this week and don't charge too much for it.

Anyone on the Queen's payroll is guaranteed enough to eat, without visiting the common markets.

It's a public service, Tumnus tells himself. If he's eating the Queen's food, he's not eating anything that someone less well off than he might need. It's not as though there have ever been any Men in Narnia who might be harmed by his doing the job the Queen pays him to do, after all.

+claps happily+ That's PURRFECT! (Misspell on purpose)

Oh, that is GORGEOUS!

14-year-olds. *sulks*

(I am so not boring! or stuck-up. okay, maybe a little stuck-up sometimes.)

I occasionally use abbreviations when texting, but I always write things out with e-mail. To be honest, if I'd gotten a phone with a QWERTY keyboard, I probably would use complete English there too. :)

Adam Milligan? *eyes elliemuraski carefully to make sure she doesn't need to dodge a flung pillow*

Adam's mom works twelve-hour shifts, minimum, to make sure she can afford to keep the house and keep food in the pantry. For Adam. Because Adam's father didn't marry her, maybe doesn't even know he has a kid. Mom would still be working if Dad was around, Adam knows; taking care of sick people is important. But if Dad was around, she wouldn't have to work so hard.

Adam doesn't know yet if he's going to have kids. But if he does, he will never, never do to them or their mom what Dad did to him and his mom. So when he grows up, he's going to do exactly what Mom does, only better. Adam's gonna be a doctor.

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:) Glad you enjoyed!

(I'd like it on record that I do not think nurses' work is any less important than doctors' work. But Adam when he was young enough that he hadn't yet met John probably did think such. And doctors do make more than nurses, deserved or not.)

I am indeed boring and stuck up! I also have an excellent command of English spelling and grammar (except for the word professor, spinach, and occasion, regarding which I have a terrible mental block and a spell checker). I will take mastery of English over being deemed interesting by teenagers any day. :D

Hee hee.

The best bit of this exchange is G was explaining how spelling is not necessary when the thing that started the conversation is something that wouldn't have come up if D's friend could spell.

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