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mayfield_rpg2012-07-10 10:46 pm
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Desmit ● Action
● Action ; 7133 Brooks Lane
[Being back in his Mayfield home with his drone family was actually kind of nice. At least he had the comforts of running water and a bed he immediately crawled into and didn't come out of for a long time. It had been an awful experience, one that completely exhausted him emotionally and physically. Curling up and closing his eyes, Latvia barely had the energy to be distraught.
When he finally arose he was surprised to see that there was a package waiting for him. It was a rather large box and he eyed it dubiously. Latvia was torn between curiosity and apprehension. Experience told him it was likely to be something of his but everything in this town was covered by a thin (sometimes thick) veil of deceit. After looking around the house for a box cutter he cautiously slit the top open and pulled back the flaps to reveal the contents]
My God...
[It was magnificent]
● Action ; Around town
[He was still hobbling along on his one good leg. It seemed like the other had been fixed up with a better splint and there was a much more suitable crutch by his side. Despite his predicament, Latvia seems awfully happy. His cheeks are tinted a little red and you can smell alcohol on his breath but it doesn't seem like it's inhibiting him in anyway and he shuffles along making smalltalk with anyone who cares to listen]
Good morning! The weather's lovely today. But then it's lovely every day here, isn't it? Don't you miss bad weather?
● Action ; Various ; Locked to those he interacted with during the event
[No point in keeping it all to himself. The only reason he came out at all today was to make sure everyone got home safely, no matter how unsafely they left. Despite his prior cheerfulness he's now considerably more nervous, fidgeting and shivering a little. As he rings the doorbell he takes a deep breath and prepares himself for the worst]
Hey...
[He pulls out one of the bottles from his bag]
I thought you might need this, after everything...
[Being back in his Mayfield home with his drone family was actually kind of nice. At least he had the comforts of running water and a bed he immediately crawled into and didn't come out of for a long time. It had been an awful experience, one that completely exhausted him emotionally and physically. Curling up and closing his eyes, Latvia barely had the energy to be distraught.
When he finally arose he was surprised to see that there was a package waiting for him. It was a rather large box and he eyed it dubiously. Latvia was torn between curiosity and apprehension. Experience told him it was likely to be something of his but everything in this town was covered by a thin (sometimes thick) veil of deceit. After looking around the house for a box cutter he cautiously slit the top open and pulled back the flaps to reveal the contents]
My God...
[It was magnificent]
● Action ; Around town
[He was still hobbling along on his one good leg. It seemed like the other had been fixed up with a better splint and there was a much more suitable crutch by his side. Despite his predicament, Latvia seems awfully happy. His cheeks are tinted a little red and you can smell alcohol on his breath but it doesn't seem like it's inhibiting him in anyway and he shuffles along making smalltalk with anyone who cares to listen]
Good morning! The weather's lovely today. But then it's lovely every day here, isn't it? Don't you miss bad weather?
● Action ; Various ; Locked to those he interacted with during the event
[No point in keeping it all to himself. The only reason he came out at all today was to make sure everyone got home safely, no matter how unsafely they left. Despite his prior cheerfulness he's now considerably more nervous, fidgeting and shivering a little. As he rings the doorbell he takes a deep breath and prepares himself for the worst]
Hey...
[He pulls out one of the bottles from his bag]
I thought you might need this, after everything...
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Lithuania's really caring and generous and mature, it's no wonder he has girls like him.
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[Am too!]
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[That is totally not something I just made up or anything.]
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Girls either think I look too young or they're super creepy and like me because I look too young.
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Yeah well. You're human now, maybe you'll finally age a bit.
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Heh, I really don't think I'd be able to get a girlfriend like Lithuania can though. At least I can lament being alone with Estonia.
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Yeaaaaaah... totally....
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Estonia's seeing someone too isn't he?
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Okay it's Ukraine! But like you totally didn't hear it from me.
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He's like, completely emotionally unavailable! How can he get a girlfriend and I can't?
And why did it have to be Ukraine...?
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Ukraine seems pretty happy with him.
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I guess that's good but...
She was really sweet and beautiful...
[And Latvia definitely didn't have a crush on her. Nope. Not at all]
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[It's cruel, but it's still kinda funny.]
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You have the common sense to know better.
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It'll happen when it happens.
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I'm tired of being left out of everything...
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Getting a girlfriend isn't a competition or anything. And if you're worried that Estonia and Lithuania won't bother with you as much anymore because they're involved or whatever, you're just being dumb and silly. You're still important to them.
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They both look like adults while I'm still stuck in a kid's body. Lithuania's strong, Estonia's smart but I don't really have anything I can boast about. Estonia has Finland, Lithuania has you and America but the only friend I can make isn't even a nation...
It just sucks...
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