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Post by confederate states of america. on Oct 10, 2010 18:58:33 GMT -5
Licking his ice cream cone absently, shoes scuffing on the sidewalk, Jackson yawned as he walked down the street. Hawaii's place wasn't far at all, considering that they all were squished together under his brother's wide wing (which he despise). Sighing in annoyance, he twisted and toddled up the steps, knocking on Hawaii's door. "Hey, Hawaiiiii~" the teen complained, pounding impatiently. "We're supposed to go to the park. You're dressed right?" He tried the door, finding it unlocked and so the impulsive boy simply waltzed into his brother's door. "Hurry up, man!" Poking his head into the door, he called out for his tropical sibling.
Behind him, the sun warmed his back, clothed in a typical T-shirt, and his ballcap faced sideways, stringy black hair poking out messily in all directions.
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short post thread, considering i've got shit to do this week.
my posts should be better once i'm not so stressed and rushed.
this is open for anyone related to usa <3 family reunion then?
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Post by ichi1 on Oct 10, 2010 19:14:01 GMT -5
Falling slowly, eyes that know me And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough And warred with yourself
It's time that you won Take this sinking boat and point it home
[/color] somehow, hawaii had been convinced to go outside for once. or rather, go out with jackson - another brother of his. though, they weren't going anywhere too far, so at least he wouldn't be cold or would have to dress differently. the teenager would sigh as he heard the voice of CSA outside his window, pounding annoyingly and aggressively at his freaking door. sliding on his t-shirt (lime green ftw :B) as he slowly came down the steps, he finally reached the door - which he opened nonchalantly, and gave a small smile at the sight of jackson. same old jackson with that dumb hat turned sideways. squinting at the strong sunlight, he stepped out of his house and locked his door. "to the park, right? lead the way. [/color]" said hawaii, sticking his hands into his pockets.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by united states of america on Oct 10, 2010 21:32:51 GMT -5
Being the well-loved—all right, somewhat of an overstatement, but he was almost there—United States of America was taxing on the soul. (Whatever part of it he got people to like, anyway.) Perhaps with enough convincing he could patch the damaged remains of the United Nations. E.D.E.N was interesting and all, birthed with a nice flourish that gave life to the title, but damn did they have a stick up their asses.
"Not every country is Christian. I, for one, resent the assumption that we should take on a name which insinuates your religion. Mine is far superior, and I feel you should respect that, because I am the recognized nation of—" it was a matter of technicality with alliances. '. . . Congratulations, an ovation for the modern B.C.E,' and, with a migraine thundering through his skull, he managed to grin artfully. 'No problems there. Forget that for now, it will handle itself. I've got figures to count—' but that was worthy of tears, and he tugged on the straw thoughtfully before he suffered through the horror of gross national product and credit loans and housing markets and North Korea. Just, just North Korea, and that was enough to, while not quite murder his mood, certainly take a few years off its life.
America couldn't even enjoy things that were sugary enough to kill him, and he lamented throwing away his Pepsi half-way full. That was awful, and his heart went out to them for losing their most trusted customer—himself. There was only this recession, France, England, Hawaii and an Apocalypse to wave hello to once he couldn't enjoy his processed foods, at least.
Hawaii, hmm. While he was pretty good about his niceties, Hawaii was an asocial kid, and kept his doors closed on better days. America didn't chase him down in an effort to pry it open—it was his life, and he was free to do what he wanted with it—but he felt a little sad that he hadn't called when he got in. (Brothers kept in touch.) Of course, that wasn't going to stop him from visiting; very little stopped him from anything, and dropping in on family least of all.
"Hey, I've come all the way out to see you; nothing better than this, right," piecing together a wide smile, he realized distantly that the Confederacy had managed to escape his basement. Oh, fuck, that was not good for his ego, and America threw an arm around the older of the two's shoulders.
“Isn't this an excellent way to bond. I'll be glad to invite myself to the party. ♥ ”
OOC: Btw, he isn't saying that whole thing about the alliances; it's somewhat like a monologue, a sarcastic commentary, but not said aloud. :'D /can never tell if she's a fail!writer or not
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Post by confederate states of america. on Oct 12, 2010 10:42:44 GMT -5
Sullen-faced boy brightened lightly when he saw his dark-haired brother shuffling down the stairs, strolling as if they had all the time in the world. Well, they wouldn't! Not unless they hurried up and got there. Grinning impishly, the Confederacy twisted about, throwing his hands in the air in glee only to pale when America abruptly came out of nowhere and smothered him with one of his stupid Yankee hugs. Like a net, the oldest brother swept his arm around Jackson, swinging around and clutching the red-eyed teen tightly. Cursing wildly, he flailed about in hysterics, legs wobbling everywhere and arms simply spiraling around. When he finally managed to detach himself out of USA's chokehold, he ended up tripping over the guardrail and falling headfirst into Hawaii's row of hibiscuses. With his mouthful of dirt and legs kicking anything in reach, CSA was forced to succumb to his brother's soliloquy that no one cared about.
NNNNnnnn.......plumf~
Wrenching his head out of the soil, spitting and adjusting his ballcap over his never-brushed hair, Jackson slowly twisted his head in America's direction. "Are ya abso-lute-ly retarded? Dun ya have a country t'blame terrorism on er somethin'?" snarled the southern boy, hackles rising.
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lol
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Post by ichi1 on Oct 12, 2010 16:05:48 GMT -5
Falling slowly, eyes that know me And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough And warred with yourself
It's time that you won Take this sinking boat and point it home
[/color] it seemed that as soon as hawaii had stepped outside and noticed jackson with his annoyingly bright demeanor and ball cap, america himself appeared literally out of nowhere, and soon grasped for jackson into a hug. that was probably the dumbest thing to do - everyone knows the confederacy loathed america. and this hypothesis was proven rather accurately, for as soon as america embraced the confederacy, he would spew a large variety of curses that not even hawaii himself was familiar with, hands flailing like a hysterical woman. as jackson had slithered himself out of the tight grasp of america, hawaii watched as the klutz would soon trip over a guardrail, face planting into his row of hibiscuses.
his green eyes lowered and he sent jackson an annoyed glare, but figured it'd be useless to get fired up over it. ignoring jackson's comments towards america, he would brush the front of his shirt and turn to face his older sibling. "morning, america. [/color]" said hawaii plainly - while hawaii was not fond of america (because of his inability to realize his island was not a playground nor a place to explore), he wasn't going to act uncivilized or rude. that required waaaay too much energy.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by united states of america on Oct 13, 2010 16:53:06 GMT -5
"Hey, sarcasm. Very original; and to think, I was beginning to see the monotony in all your irrelevant, one-hundred and fifty year old complaints," he stopped midway, cupping his chin in his hand before musing a cheery, "Eh, but don't worry. I'm always moved by your interest in my affairs. ♥" America had an entire repertoire of pissed off relatives to root through, and the Confederacy was not very far up in his list. Keeping control of his head and even finding some kind of common ground after decades of adolescent war was simple, since Jackson's game was over and dead. Things from the past were nowhere near as threatening as things from the future. (The world no longer ran on the hatred of minorities who happened to rub the Confederacy the wrong way. Which was sensible because that encompassed nearly everyone that was not the Confederacy. Surprise, surprise.) All things considered, he tolerated him partially because he had no where to go, and partially because he wasn't influential enough to be a problem. Jackson was predictable in his unpredictability, and America wasn't careless as much as forgiving. Freedom of speech was put in place to protect minority view after all, so let him have his swears and slurs. As long as violence was uninvolved then there was no need to intervene, yet alone treat him differently. Although, he thought drily, citing the Iraq Conflict was a shot below-the-belt; America never could say no to a wealthy business partner, and the Middle East was a weakness of his. Gaining a reputation of playing Mr. Exposition was putting the foot in his mouth, whereas money-laundering used to just be a worldwide pastime that no one liked to talk about. (Damn Osama Bin Laden and his inconvenient disappearing schemes.) Indifferent as Jackson wrestled with the adversary that was Hawaiian dirt, he turned to Hawaii and managed an easy, "The beautiful city of Washington D.C. sends its love. ♥ How've you been—" And he felt the tease of anxiety as he thought of unemployment rates and people waving away trips to the Pacific because, 'it costs too much.' At this rate, the economy would be driven by house foreclosures. They would be an economy of house foreclosures, please, dear God, no! And then England and France and Russia. Oh, Christ, not Russia. (She may have been E.D.E.N. but, oh Christ.) Yet, because he despised being out-done by circumstance, he clung to his smile while he suffered through visions of a poor, 'neutral with benefits' nation, "Tempting the Confederacy into the sunlight? Hell of a feat, I'm proud, but I wasn't aware the two of you had a history." He was here to oversee a bill considering a restructuring of state roads, which—while not necessarily his business—gave him an excuse to not barricade himself in his office in D.C. (Yes, sending badass faxes and memorabilia was a talent, but not an interesting one.) America wanted to find some break in the apathy of structure—some entertainment where there was none, and that didn't include dragging around depression. He ascribed to the manta that no one cares if you are miserable, so you might as well be happy. (And he didn't want to sour Hawaii's mood, since that was no fun either.) __________________ OOC: lol, quit ur whinin' and get back in the basement. Also: sorry, this post came out awkwardly . . . AND HAWAII, HOW CAN YOU DISLIKE AMERICUR, HE LURVES YOU AND UR TOURISM D8 SEE HIS HEART MARKS?! THOSE HEART MARKS SPEAK VOLUMES
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Post by confederate states of america. on Oct 14, 2010 9:33:58 GMT -5
America's poisonous words stung him like nettles, and the Confederate was stuck there to to take them, just as he had through all those years. The boy's fists balled up until his unkempt nails dug into his palms, and his lip curled into a canine snarl. "Yeah, ya tend t' ignore anythin' tha' ain't involve ye," he hissed virulently at his old brother, shooing him away and attempting to drag Hawaii around the big mouth. He reached for the native's slender wrists, impatiently pulling on them like the insistent child that he was. Turning hardened scarlet eyes to his other brother, one who he didn't have such foul feelings toward, the Stars and Bars irritably turned his back on America, annoyed that--once again--he was sticking his nose where it didn't belong, bothering him for no apparent reason.
He could never leave Jackson alone, could he? Always had to get into his business with the "hurr hurr yurr Jim Crow laws ain't fair" and "why you mad cuz Sherman physically beat you to within an inch of yer life?".
If he had less pride, he would've admitted his fear of his brother, glancing around every corner so that there wasn't a Ulysses S. Grant ready to strangle him with treaties and army formations. But he couldn't confess that, not when there was a goddamned nigger sitting on America's erection Oval Office, telling everyone--including the South--how to run policies and reform healthcare. For now, he just had to bite his bravery hard and hold on, wait for the day where he could throw off his brother's yoke.
He'd be damned before calling Barack Obama his president. Where was Jefferson Davis when he needed him?
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obviously, confederacy's thoughts are not my own. please excuse his foul language
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