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mayfield_rpg2012-08-07 08:15 am
gezellig) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-07 08:15 am
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achtentwintig - still a human
[After over a year in Mayfield, Holland still has his human body. He's not quite sure what that means; has he aged? Will he be one year older, physically, forever? He hadn't really seen nations age quickly; he did used to be much smaller, but he hasn't been little in over 300 years.
Anyway, he didn't feel terribly different. Injuries hurt more, his body got aches and pains that it never got before, and it was just so easy to be killed, as a human. But other than that . . . well, it was different.
So when he gets the mail and finds two familiar looking envelopes, he's eager to open them. He'll tear both open and look at the pictures inside at the same time.
And what he sees are this and this this. There's an enormous noise in the backyard, and when the Netherlands turns back towards the house, he'll see a mast standing out behind it.
He was still a human.]
A - For housemates and anyone happening by Mitchell Rd.
[There is a very large ship in the backyard of 1447 Mitchell Rd. Holland notices that it's smaller, smaller than it should be. Still, it takes up almost all of the backyard, and the masts are well-visible above the houses. The cannon sits in the lawn, the grass and ground underneath indented from the weight of the metal. A few cannonballs are nearby. Netherlands will spend a lot of effort wheeling it to the front of the house, eventually using the car to tow it.
If the ship doesn't catch the attention of the neighbors, a cannonball being shot down the street probably will. After loading it attentively he'll light the fuse and take cover. He's careful to avoid houses, but some of the cars might not be so lucky as the cannonball flies down the street..
He's impressed it worked; it looks like the cannon has been at the bottom of the ocean for some time and he was mostly expecting it to explode. Holland will ignore the crashing sound of a cannonball hitting something; he'll move the cannon best he can and leave it against the curb in front of the house where, he guesses it works okay as an accent. It doesn't really go with the tulips though; he'll spend the morning polishing it best he can and trying to get most of the rust off.]
B - fora_gentle_boy
[Holland remembers all the people he'd talked to while he didn't have any memories. One of those people is Lucas. He's going to visit his friend now, and try to clear things up. There is a knock on the door in the afternoon.]
C- Phone
Hoi, you guys; this is Netherlands. I'm myself now and I remember what I should remember. Sorry.
. . . . sorry about the cannon.
Anyway, he didn't feel terribly different. Injuries hurt more, his body got aches and pains that it never got before, and it was just so easy to be killed, as a human. But other than that . . . well, it was different.
So when he gets the mail and finds two familiar looking envelopes, he's eager to open them. He'll tear both open and look at the pictures inside at the same time.
And what he sees are this and this this. There's an enormous noise in the backyard, and when the Netherlands turns back towards the house, he'll see a mast standing out behind it.
He was still a human.]
A - For housemates and anyone happening by Mitchell Rd.
[There is a very large ship in the backyard of 1447 Mitchell Rd. Holland notices that it's smaller, smaller than it should be. Still, it takes up almost all of the backyard, and the masts are well-visible above the houses. The cannon sits in the lawn, the grass and ground underneath indented from the weight of the metal. A few cannonballs are nearby. Netherlands will spend a lot of effort wheeling it to the front of the house, eventually using the car to tow it.
If the ship doesn't catch the attention of the neighbors, a cannonball being shot down the street probably will. After loading it attentively he'll light the fuse and take cover. He's careful to avoid houses, but some of the cars might not be so lucky as the cannonball flies down the street..
He's impressed it worked; it looks like the cannon has been at the bottom of the ocean for some time and he was mostly expecting it to explode. Holland will ignore the crashing sound of a cannonball hitting something; he'll move the cannon best he can and leave it against the curb in front of the house where, he guesses it works okay as an accent. It doesn't really go with the tulips though; he'll spend the morning polishing it best he can and trying to get most of the rust off.]
B - for
a_gentle_boy [Holland remembers all the people he'd talked to while he didn't have any memories. One of those people is Lucas. He's going to visit his friend now, and try to clear things up. There is a knock on the door in the afternoon.]
C- Phone
Hoi, you guys; this is Netherlands. I'm myself now and I remember what I should remember. Sorry.
. . . . sorry about the cannon.
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Yeah, I'll bet. You owe me.
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[Charles, you know darn well. Still, Charles might be able to hear his smirk over the phone.]
But since you came to check on me, I guess that one is on me.
[It's not endearing enough for him to hold back teasing the kid.]
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If you recall purchasing me a cake, you should certainly remember that my reason for visiting wasn't to check on you.
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[Charles you are caught.]
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Because I needed a good laugh after that carnival nonsense, of course.
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[Just whittling away at those lame excuses.]
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What could be more humorous than that? I didn't get a proper chance to rub your own ineptitude in while we were actually at the carnival.
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[He'll sound a bit put-out, almost sulky.]
It was the way back, wasn't it.
[Even if he hadn't made it.]
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a pause.] It was, yes, but the only people who could leave through the funhouse were the people who had prizes with them from the game stands. They could take along one person each for every trip to and from Mayfield.
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At least I tried.
[Hmph.]
We're off topic.
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What was the topic?
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[And sometimes he died when he was in the middle of fighting, too.]
We were talking about the deficit in my bank account now.
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Were we? A cake-sized deficit, wasn't it?
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Yes, it's a cake-sized deficit.
It's your lucky day though, Charles.
[Ask him why.]
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also no he doesn't want to ask why he knows he's going to regret it!! but he might just be a little curious maybe....]
My lucky day because...?
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I don't know if it is or not. But we came out okay.
[Have a smirk over the phone.]
I'll pay for the cake.
Good children should be rewarded for good behavior.
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[oh look at that he really does regret asking! HOLLAND... he pulls the phone away from his ear for a moment to stare at it in indignant shock like he literally can't believe he just heard that.
and then, with only a marginal amount of rage-sputtering:] Absolutely not! Don't you dare speak of me in such a way again. I'll be the one paying for that cake, I don't need your pointless charity if it's going to be soaked to the saturation point with idiocy. [what a lose-lose situation...] Next time, remind me to leave you to die.