Mr Johnson's Replacement [1/?]
anonymous
January 16 2009, 23:40:39 UTC
British!Anon felt bad for forgetting to post on here, so here's the first part of the story. I'm not sure how long it will be, but I'll try to update fairly regularly.“Hey! Hey! Stop it! That’s my stuff, not garbage
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Re: Mr Johnson's Replacement [1/?]
anonymous
January 17 2009, 21:30:04 UTC
Or repost it and link to that instead when the time comes?
OP HERE...
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BRITISH!ANON I AM SO EXCITED!! Oh my god it's EXACTLY how I hoped!!!
Your British vernacular is utterly PERFECT and the tone and the story and... AH AH AH!!! It's everything I wanted!!! OMG! *thoroughly enjoying this! dances in seat waiting patiently for next update!*
Re: Mr Johnson's Replacement [2/?]
anonymous
January 21 2009, 15:41:09 UTC
Heh, that's how a lot of people behave, regardless of nationality anon! And I'd love to get you started on British social rules just to read more of your writing ♥ I absolutely love how you've characterized Arthur -- which is a huge revelation for me because I usually cannot stand the guy, heh.
I look forward to more of your small, well-written updates!
Re: Mr Johnson's Replacement [2/?]
anonymous
January 21 2009, 17:21:12 UTC
UKLondon!Anon is reading this with a grin on her face.
She can empathise (yes, that's empathise, not empathize) with Arthur wholeheartedly. That is because AuthorAnon has done a wonderful job of capturing Britishness.
Really looking forward to the next installment. :D
Re: Mr Johnson's Replacement [2/?]
anonymous
January 21 2009, 21:12:03 UTC
OP here! OH GOD THIS IS EXCELLENT. I'm am SO GLAD I requested this and you picked it up British!anon!! I would've failed spectacularly if I had tried to write it like I had originally planned.
fuckin ace.. god. I love all this imagery and dialogue....
Mr Johnson's Replacement [3/?]
anonymous
January 24 2009, 16:22:17 UTC
“FOR FUCKS SAKES! SHUT THE HELL UP!”
The American, who had introduced himself as Alfred F Jones - though he had not clarified what, if anything, the F stood for - stood there like a deer caught in headlights. A nail fell from his mouth, and the shelf he was in the process of nailing up collapsed to the floor. Arthur almost laughed at this. The look on the new tenant’s face as the cheap shelf he had spent hours fixing together fell to the floor was priceless.
“Um…” He stated eloquently, still looking at his ruined work with a mournful expression.
Arthur sighed, massaging his temple with one hand. He was tired and grumpy, and not in the best of moods to suffer fools gladly.
“Look Mr Jones-“
“Call me Alfred?” The American interjected. Arthur ignored this outburst.
“I have to work tonight, all night. You can nail up as many bloody shelves as you want then, go crazy with the blasted things. You can open up your own fucking Ikea branch if you want. Just do not interfere with my sleep
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Alfred is the obnoxious new tenant who moves into the apartment next to Arthur's. Arthur is the shut-in, grouchy 'What's that racket!?' neighbour.
Bonus points for much British vs American differentiation that get on each others nerves.
Kink is mutual lonliness that ends up being lifted.
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British!Anon here.
I posted this story wrong.
I didn't space it.
Anyone capable of deleting posts?
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And soon, please? This fic is awesome. :P *F5F5F5*
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OP HERE...
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BRITISH!ANON I AM SO EXCITED!! Oh my god it's EXACTLY how I hoped!!!
Your British vernacular is utterly PERFECT and the tone and the story and... AH AH AH!!! It's everything I wanted!!! OMG! *thoroughly enjoying this! dances in seat waiting patiently for next update!*
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Also. F5ing like mad.
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I like mine best with butter, sometimes with jam, but it's the tea that really makes a crumpet magical.
...I have cravings now.
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I look forward to more of your small, well-written updates!
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She can empathise (yes, that's empathise, not empathize) with Arthur wholeheartedly. That is because AuthorAnon has done a wonderful job of capturing Britishness.
Really looking forward to the next installment. :D
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British!Anon is actually Welsh and is always scared that she's not writing from the English perspective well enough...
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Cymru am byth!
:D
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fuckin ace.. god. I love all this imagery and dialogue....
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The American, who had introduced himself as Alfred F Jones - though he had not clarified what, if anything, the F stood for - stood there like a deer caught in headlights. A nail fell from his mouth, and the shelf he was in the process of nailing up collapsed to the floor. Arthur almost laughed at this. The look on the new tenant’s face as the cheap shelf he had spent hours fixing together fell to the floor was priceless.
“Um…” He stated eloquently, still looking at his ruined work with a mournful expression.
Arthur sighed, massaging his temple with one hand. He was tired and grumpy, and not in the best of moods to suffer fools gladly.
“Look Mr Jones-“
“Call me Alfred?” The American interjected. Arthur ignored this outburst.
“I have to work tonight, all night. You can nail up as many bloody shelves as you want then, go crazy with the blasted things. You can open up your own fucking Ikea branch if you want. Just do not interfere with my sleep ( ... )
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