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discedo_logs2011-07-07 01:03 am
starspangledhero) wrote in discedo_logs2011-07-07 01:03 am
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Who: Amurika and Britland
Where: Dissimulo
When: WHENEVER ENGLAND GETS THERE IDK
Rating: nope
Summary: America and England meet up after forever and a day. It is surely a touching reunion full of promise and hope and FIX MY GLASSES.
The Log:
There are many things America could be doing at this very moment. Plotting his next move with Japan, helping to fix the subway, generally being of use to society, kicking ass with all the tenacity of a Wild West outlaw, or just harassing random people over the network. Or, as he calls it, 'making friends.'
But no. Instead, he's outside. Moping.
Too many things all at once have put America in a rather sorry state. The disappearance of Namine (one of the first sorta-humans to befriend him in Discedo, and more, proclaim him as family), his separation from Tatsumi, the miserably hot weather, and oh yeah, his throat is in fucking shreds. He can talk somewhat, sure, but there's little comfort in talking like an asthmatic kid with a sore throat hitting puberty.
So instead he wanders sadly, aimlessly, sorta like this. At least he does until he hears a motorcycle in the distance.
England. A grumpy little light in his cave of misery. (Also, England's got drugs. Fuck yes.) Time to make a mad dash to
no wait
he just tripped over some rubble and fell on a fucking pile of concrete. Did I mention he can't see for shit?
America huffs, groaning as he pushes himself off the pile. Ow. Nothing too damaging, but just one more thing to justify his depressed shuffling. He even mutters "Good grief" as he makes his way towards wherever he thought he heard the noise of an engine.
I'm sure there are more eloquent ways to start logs than referencing Charlie Brown and linking Arrested Development, but if there is, I have yet to master it. Surely it is a goal to strive for. In the mean time, America will just head towards what is either England or an abnormally large dandelion. It's quite hard to tell without his glasses.
Where: Dissimulo
When: WHENEVER ENGLAND GETS THERE IDK
Rating: nope
Summary: America and England meet up after forever and a day. It is surely a touching reunion full of promise and hope and FIX MY GLASSES.
The Log:
There are many things America could be doing at this very moment. Plotting his next move with Japan, helping to fix the subway, generally being of use to society, kicking ass with all the tenacity of a Wild West outlaw, or just harassing random people over the network. Or, as he calls it, 'making friends.'
But no. Instead, he's outside. Moping.
Too many things all at once have put America in a rather sorry state. The disappearance of Namine (one of the first sorta-humans to befriend him in Discedo, and more, proclaim him as family), his separation from Tatsumi, the miserably hot weather, and oh yeah, his throat is in fucking shreds. He can talk somewhat, sure, but there's little comfort in talking like an asthmatic kid with a sore throat hitting puberty.
So instead he wanders sadly, aimlessly, sorta like this. At least he does until he hears a motorcycle in the distance.
England. A grumpy little light in his cave of misery. (Also, England's got drugs. Fuck yes.) Time to make a mad dash to
no wait
he just tripped over some rubble and fell on a fucking pile of concrete. Did I mention he can't see for shit?
America huffs, groaning as he pushes himself off the pile. Ow. Nothing too damaging, but just one more thing to justify his depressed shuffling. He even mutters "Good grief" as he makes his way towards wherever he thought he heard the noise of an engine.
I'm sure there are more eloquent ways to start logs than referencing Charlie Brown and linking Arrested Development, but if there is, I have yet to master it. Surely it is a goal to strive for. In the mean time, America will just head towards what is either England or an abnormally large dandelion. It's quite hard to tell without his glasses.