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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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Even if they have different good points at least they still have them.
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The way eyes work now, the only way you get to see yourself is with mirrors or what other people tell you you're like and that's not always easy to trust.
[Poland chews on his popsicle stick.] I think if eyes could roll back into your head and like let you see what was inside yourself, people would probably appreciate themselves more. But they can't. So people are always gonna doubt they have good points.
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If people's eyes were rolling into the back of their heads I'd get the hell away if I were you.
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I still don't think that would make a difference but whatever.
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Do you seriously think you don't have a single redeeming quality in like the whole of your existence, because that's like ridiculous to even say out loud let alone actually think.
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...The only thing I can think of is that I'm still here after everything but that's it.
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But it would be nice to have something to set me apart, you know? I want to be more than just Lithuania and Estonia's weedy little 'brother'.
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Russia's not here anymore so it's not like you have to worry about him squishing your spine. You're not restricted by like the rules we have to acknowledge back home really. You can do whatever you want.
Liet and Koharu and Estonia and Ukraine took a leap of faith and now they have something they'd never be able to have back home.
Take the opportunity to figure out what you don't completely suck at.
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But, then I wonder what I should do. Haha, it's so weird. I used to wish I could break out of the rules back home but now I can I have no idea what I should do with it.
Do you think I can trick people into thinking I'm actually cool?
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Pfft. Sure why not? Weirder things have happened.
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I don't know that they have, but it's worth a shot.