Post by Serena Harper on Feb 9, 2008 5:57:58 GMT -5
{OCC;; This particular post was taken from my application...so I'm stealing it from myself. 
I want to see if this could transform into a good roleplay or not.}
Gutting fish...it was a repetitive process. That's what Serena Harper had to do all day. Knife goes in...guts come out, knife goes in...guts come out. Lousy job for lousy pay, that's how it worked for a woman of her status. She absolutely hated her job at the market, it was always more enjoyable when Edward was around...well enjoyable for gutting fish would be more honest. But ever since Edward was unfairly accused of associating himself with piracy and was transported to the other side of the world, Serena was constantly reminded of her beloved Edward at the market, where they had first met, it had been much more simpler back in those days...when he was still here.
Occasionally she was made to sell the fish, which was definitely what she preferred. Everyday she got incredibly sick of gutting fish, it was a nice change to handle the money side of things, even if she did have sleazy men coming onto her, interpreting her (in their minds) as a common prostitute.
But today she had her knife in her right hand and a fish in the other. Knife goes in...guts come out. Serena sighed, I wish this knife was piercing into someone else. She thought miserably to herself.
I want to see if this could transform into a good roleplay or not.}Gutting fish...it was a repetitive process. That's what Serena Harper had to do all day. Knife goes in...guts come out, knife goes in...guts come out. Lousy job for lousy pay, that's how it worked for a woman of her status. She absolutely hated her job at the market, it was always more enjoyable when Edward was around...well enjoyable for gutting fish would be more honest. But ever since Edward was unfairly accused of associating himself with piracy and was transported to the other side of the world, Serena was constantly reminded of her beloved Edward at the market, where they had first met, it had been much more simpler back in those days...when he was still here.
Occasionally she was made to sell the fish, which was definitely what she preferred. Everyday she got incredibly sick of gutting fish, it was a nice change to handle the money side of things, even if she did have sleazy men coming onto her, interpreting her (in their minds) as a common prostitute.
But today she had her knife in her right hand and a fish in the other. Knife goes in...guts come out. Serena sighed, I wish this knife was piercing into someone else. She thought miserably to herself.
