[h1][color=red]Elizabeth Laurent[/color][/h1] 
[@RainbowReindeer]
Elizabeth heard the teacher say "blah, blah, blah, I'm an imbecile, now go log in." Elizabeth was none to happy to be working on this superfluous English project, but it was at least to be worked on inside the encompassment of the classroom. That was the end of its conciliatory elements, however. Elizabeth logged herself on to this laptop. It would have been no great deal to just ignore the project altogether, what with the intense secrecy creating a bulwarkish locale, and deal with another thing, but Elizabeth judged that it would be preferable to simply finish up this loathsome bore of an assignment.

So with dawdling efficiency she greatly thrusted down upon the keys with all the determination of that speedy animal, the sloth. Having successfully logged in, she would have to do something about that randomly generated username. Using that alias she had conjured up on the form, Elizabeth focused herself on her "partner," Screenname1. Apparently, someone else was less than excited as well on this project.

From: Montaigne
To: Screenname1

[i]A send to you a thousand obligatory salutations. The situation being as it is, I can surmise that the only thing either of us could possibly share is our mutual abhorrence for the assignment. Be that as it may, I don't see much that the two of us could talk about. I am in doubt that you have in your possession enough wit to impress me, but perhaps you could elucidate on the matter, if you so wish, but I doubt that is on the agenda. [/i]

Elizabeth was satisfied with that, and sent the e-mail. Perhaps she was rubbing off the wrong way. That wouldn't matter none in the end, anyway. That unfortunate soul had been unlucky enough to come into contact with this Virginian snob.