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APH: Lost in the WoodsNyo!Italy: Wow, it's such a nice day outside! The sun is shining, the birds are singing... Veh!
Russia: Yeah, it feels great!
Nyo!Italy: Remind me again why you two are here?
Belarus: Relentless stalking. (*shrugs and clings to Russia's arm*)
Nyo!Italy: Well, without more stalling, let's do this!
(They all run offscreen, excited. Someone holds up a cardboard sign that says "2 hours later...")
Russia: Well, it looks like we're done.
Nyo!Italy: Didn't we start here before? And where's the parking lot?
Belarus: I have the distinct feeling we just went in a total circle.
Russia: Well, let's set up camp for the night, da?
Belarus: I'll make the campfire! I keep matches in my pockets.
(Russia and Nyo!Italy look very creeped out)
SCENE 2: Belarus, Nyo!Italy, and Russia are sitting around a construction-paper campfire. Nyo!Italy is trying to sing the Campfire-Song-Song, but Russia keeps interrupting her.
Nyo!Italy: (*singing*) Let's gather round the--
Russia: (*singing*) Arsoni
Muddled love-thoughts.Just because I said I
LIKE-liked you before
Doesn't mean I LIKE-like you now
Or that you can tease me about it.
My mind's moved on to other things.
Never upon you.
Not once upon you.
Sure, I may long for
or a smile,
or soft whisperings in my ear,
but it doesn't mean from you.
I wish they knew.
I wish they'd understand me.
I wish he'd know.
How his smile brings me joy.
That injury that he took that nearly made me cry.
Those long strands of gold.
You'd never know.
You're a devil, devil you are.
No capacity of love at all.
Not the way my heart bleeds
When I see him.
In the summer.
Try as I may,
I never will forget.
The strange, queer hazel eyes.
Like an alien, lush world.
Those that I stare upon now,
Which are not yours.
Not at all.
Doctor Who OC ProfileName: Illiad Tarot Edelweiss Birmingham
Age: 877, looks about 15
Species: Time Lord
Hair: Blood red and bright pink.
Weight: 120 lbs.
Blood Type: B negative.
Illiad was left by her Time Lord parents on Earth before they were killed by the Daleks. She grew up on earth and, instead of getting older, she regenerated each time. She is now on the 17th version of herself, a spunky girl who loves steampunk, cybergoths, and space exploration. She tends to be angered when the Doctor or anyone else treats her like a child. She is a little bit sour when you get to know her, but very kind otherwise. She never had access to gadgets like the TARDIS and the Sonic Screwdriver, so she's fascinated with them, but it also seems she's seen them before.
Jersey's profile.[Official Name] Isle of Jersey
[Capital] Saint Helier
[Languages] English, French
[National Animal] Crapauds
[Human Name] Naomi Kirkland
[Height] 157 cm.
[Age] 16 (appearance) est. 800 (true age)
[Appearance] Small stature, very strange, falsetto black hair, green eyes, and cow ears instead of normal ears.
Despite being raised between moody England, alcoholic Ireland, and sexually-agressive France, Jersey has managed to avoid going completely insane. Not completely. Just a little. She loves cows, visiting her siblings England, Ireland, and Sealand, drawing, and making tea. Like her brother, she is terrible at cooking. Despite her cheerful appearance, she can be known to get revenge if someone pushes her around.
Sino-Soviet Border Pt. 3Yao looked anxiously over in the direction of the junior high through the window.
Ivan looked at him with those amethyst eyes of his, those eyes that made Yao's heart do a cartwheel. "I'm sure she's okay. I'm usually a worrier about my sisters as well, but now that Natalya's at boarding school and Katyusha's so strong, I don't really have to."
"My sister and I live in this really small house. The bad part is that it's near a graveyard-aru." said Yao.
"Ooh..." said Ivan, laughing grimly, "That's not very comfortable. Katyusha and Natalya and I used to live together in a teeny apartment until Katyusha got a job as an intern. We were finally able to afford a decently-sized house. But then Natalya went to boarding school and Katyusha had to go to college, so now it's just me. It gets kind of lonely sometimes."
"Hmm. I understand where you're coming from-aru. I'd be lonely too if it weren't for Ling." said Yao. From what Yao had learned of him, Ivan was quite an interesting guy. Who couldn'
Sino-Souviet border. Pt. 2."What's wrong? Did I say something I wasn't supposed to?" panicked Ivan, "If I did, I'm so sorry! I'm still learning English and-- Hm?"
"N-no-aru..." said Yao in a sharp, soft tone, "It's fine. I just feel like... I've known you from somewhere before. Like I'm being reconciled with a friend I haven't seen in so long-aru."
"Now that you've mentioned it, Yao Wang does ring a bell, da?" said Ivan, opening up his notebook and scribbling down some notes, "Um, so... What are we doing now?"
"Oh. I think we're studying blood types-aru. If you don't know yours by Friday, you're going to have to do a blood test-aru." said Yao.
"Okay. I already know my blood type." said Ivan, smiling, "Do you know yours?"
Yao nodded, "O negative-aru. The universal blood type. You?"
"A negative. One of the hardest types to match. So if I needed a transfusion, I wouldn't be in much luck..." said Ivan, laughing grimly, "So. Speaking of blood, you like bloody movies?"
"You mean like 'bloody' as in the English cuss, o
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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