These lyrics are from the always wonderful Mumford & Sons, WHO HAVE A NEW ALBUM OUT NOW SO GO BUY IT GO GO GO. It is absolutely amazing and better than I expected. I heard a bunch of the new ones live (a few times…) and this one, ‘Hopeless Wanderer,’ is still my favorite. (Although ‘Babel’ is putting in a good bid for my new most-played.)
Challenge 21: In this challenge, I want you to pick your favorite character. They can come from a book, movie, song, anything you want. Now, create a scene centered around that character. Make sure to keep the character’s personality and tendencies apparent. See ya Monday!
Elizabeth Bennet gripped the door handle of the car as she stepped out onto the curb. It was still only her first week dealing with these “car” contraptions, and she was still wary of them. Her new friends assured her that she was perfectly safe; safer in fact than she might be walking to their destination in the city streets. Even though she had pleaded with them to let her walk, providing they would supply her with directions or a sufficient map, they simply refused.
They just laughed and pushed her toward the large, blue monstrosity sitting outside. “We’ll even let you have shotgun,” they had said, nearly unable to quiet their giggles. She decided to play along instead of giving in to the strong inclination she had to question what “shotgun” was. Thankfully, they had written off her ignorance to the excuse she gave of living most her life on what they deemed a “hippie compound.” Hardly any electricity, no cars, minimal plumbing, and farming or hunting for food. It sounded close enough to her actual previous life, so she allowed it.
“Lizzy! C’mon,” Charlotte, the kindest of her new friends here, beckoned her toward the brick staircase of the house before her. Charlotte had been there when Elizabeth woke up from her strange dream, only to find herself in an even stranger one. Elizabeth hadn’t even begun to explain the complexity of the situation and had been so overwhelmed by everything, yet Charlotte listened to all of her questions and mad ramblings patiently. Elizabeth immediately trusted her, perhaps because of her openness but probably because of the comfortable association with her name. In any case, Elizabeth trusted her instincts when it came to the character and disposition of others. She hadn’t really had any other choice, in any case.
She pulled at the hem of her dress, willing it to be longer. It had been the longest she could find at such short notice (since whatever or whoever had done this had neglected to pack her suitcase for the ride), and her friends had barely acquiesced to her request for plain shoes with no heels and a sweater that covered her shoulders and arms. She felt slightly more at ease when she saw what they were wearing themselves (but only just – how could people so ahead of her time logically feel that these large patches of visible skin were acceptable?!), but her discomfort hadn’t disappeared completely.
It had been an increasingly strange and confusing week, so when the girls suggested that they should “hangout at a friend’s house for a chill night,” she agreed. She thought it might do her some good to simply observe the party, perhaps learning a few new interesting things that could help her in this new life. The first few days had been very difficult; she didn’t understand anything and she missed her home and her family. But as the distance between those memories grew, she found her worries and longings fading. This place seemed to present so many new possibilities and exceedingly interesting people that she decided she may as well enjoy it while she can. Who knew how long it might last?
When the door opened, they were assaulted by a loud chorus of greetings coming from what looked like a large sitting area across from the main entrance. Two of the girls with them immediately walked in, embracing a few of the people inside. Charlotte stayed back by Elizabeth’s side, for which she was grateful.
“Everyone, this is Elizabeth,” she said to the large room. The introduction was returned by a new, louder chorus of greetings and a few startling questions shouted in her direction that she didn’t quite understand. Charlotte, picking up on her panicked disposition, took her arm gently and led her away.
“Interrogate her later, we’re gonna grab a drink first,” she shouted in the general direction of the party, taking Elizabeth down the hall to what looked like a kitchen. It was similar to the first modern kitchen Elizabeth had already seen in Charlotte’s house, so she wasn’t as taken back this time. What did alarm her though, was the large amount of what seemed to be alcohol in various shaped and colored bottles covering the kitchen surfaces. Elizabeth halted in her tracks, but Charlotte merely regarded her with a smile when she saw what had made Elizabeth frightened.
“Don’t worry about it, we’re splitting a bottle of wine tonight. You’re familiar with that, right?” Charlotte looked slightly unsure as she pulled the bottle out of her bag, but Elizabeth reassured her by returning the smile. It wasn’t entirely faked, especially since the green bottle full of dark, red liquid was commonplace to her. She took the glass Charlotte poured for her and donned her most confident expression as she took a sip. She was determined to succeed in this small endeavor (what was a glass of wine compared to what she had already faced?), even though she hadn’t had more than a few sips in her time at her old home. Charlotte didn’t need to know the particulars.
“Alright, then. Shall we?” Elizabeth asked her, emboldened by her new acceptance of this incredible experience placed before her. Or perhaps it was the strong wine she was now taking another generous sip of. Either way, Elizabeth was taking a step toward her new future with a broad smile upon her face and determination in her countenance.
Well, this may have gotten away from me a little bit. Honestly, my first thought was to do Sherlock Holmes. But damn I did not want to deal with figuring out a mystery for him or going through those intense deductions – not when I have actual school work of my own to attend to these days. And I’m only halfway through the ACD canon anyway. Now, Elizabeth Bennet I can honestly (I hope?) say I am familiar with. I’ve seen every adaptation and read the novel many times. I love her wit, I love her stubbornness, and I love her confidence.
I had no idea where to start, so I went for it: I gave in to the desire I have always had to see her deposited into our world. I know it must have taken a great amount of what we call “suspension of disbelief” to get through the logistics of her time-traveling and such which I glazed over… so I appreciate it if you were able to turn a blind eye to that and simply enjoy the story. I was worried I wouldn’t have enough to say or the scene would be too sparse – but once I got into her thoughts, I couldn’t stop! I’ve only just begun here – I want to introduce Darcy, Caroline, and incorporate her sisters in this environment as well.
But alas, I felt I needed to stop myself at over 1,000 words. Perhaps another time?