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Act I
Aug 21, 2010 12:36:08 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on Aug 21, 2010 12:36:08 GMT -5
"They'd be redder if I cried," he muttered, shrugging slightly and brushing a lock of hair from his face with a trembling hand. Toris was clearly terrified, as usual, of Ivan and the consequences that would await him for refusing to marry Gilbert. Somehow, he knew, everything would end up being much worse for him than they had said it would be. The course of his life ran like that: not bad to bad to dreadful. From there, things had a tendency to fall exponentially out of control. Thinking like this made him sick to his stomach, and he went even paler.
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Act I
Aug 21, 2010 12:55:53 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on Aug 21, 2010 12:55:53 GMT -5
"Like, if it makes you feel any better," replied Feliks, crossing his arms and stepping around him, "like, in everything I've read, or, like, heard about, the whole love never, like, ran smoothly." This was possibly the most poetic thing the man would ever have the capability to say, though he'd been convinced for quite a while he could do better. It was simply laziness that caused him not to. "Maybe it's, like, a class difference..."
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Act I
Aug 21, 2010 22:03:23 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on Aug 21, 2010 22:03:23 GMT -5
"Wouldn't that suck?" This little meandering sort of conversation was just the distraction he needed to feel better. Feliks's ability to find a distraction in any situation, no matter how horrible, was one of Toris's favorite things about the Pole. No minute spent in his company could be quiet or simply uneventful. Every day called for a scene, and he, he being Toris, appreciated this often-hectic state of things, despite his constant longing for calm. "I mean, just imagine being really high on the social ladder and falling in love with someone below you."
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Act I
Aug 22, 2010 20:14:52 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on Aug 22, 2010 20:14:52 GMT -5
"Yeah, like, totally!" Feliks agreed, nodding sharply to prove his point. He paused for a moment, rocking back and forth on his heels, deep in thought, or at least as deep the Pole could think. He dropped his previously crossed arms down to his side, resting them on his hips and frowning. "Or, like, if the ages weren't matched right..."
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Act I
Aug 24, 2010 15:34:23 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on Aug 24, 2010 15:34:23 GMT -5
"How awful, being too old to marry someone young." Toris shook his head and sighed, grateful he was not caught up in such a circumstance. The will of other people could be altered, albeit with great difficulty, but time stood immovable. He was still young enough so that an age difference of even five years would make any sort of romance impossible, especially if he were the elder of the two.
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Act I
Aug 24, 2010 21:20:50 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on Aug 24, 2010 21:20:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, that would totally suck!" he agreed again, nodding sharply and shifting his weight between his feet. He had accidentally chipped the heel on one of his shoes on the way over, and his balance was therefore not perfect, but not bad enough to be noticeable. "Or, like, if it wasn't your choice..." He was completely oblivious to what he had just said, as he usually was, having temporarily forgotten that the two were in such a situation.
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Act I
Aug 25, 2010 20:51:40 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on Aug 25, 2010 20:51:40 GMT -5
"That'd just be hellish, having someone else decide who you could love." Toris, too, had begun to fidget. He was slowly drawing his heel back and forth across the floor so that it made an occasional small squeaking noise against the polished wood, something he was sure the cleaning staff would not appreciate, but he continued nonetheless. It sounded almost like he was composing a polka rhythm against the floorboards--one, three, ah-one, ah-three-and-four-and-ah-one.
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Act I
Aug 26, 2010 21:10:10 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on Aug 26, 2010 21:10:10 GMT -5
[[ooc: ...sob. I typed this up earlier today and I did not realize I skipped a line. OTL My brain hurts too much to write another post.]]
Feliks frowned, crossing his arms and looking down, a rare serious expression crossing his face. After a moment, he looked up, the scowl still visible on his face but a bit more of a cheerful look in his eyes. "Okay, Liet, listen." He was a bit businesslike when he spoke, but in a good way. "Like, I thought of something. Okay, so I have an aunt, who's, like, a widow, and she doesn't have any children. And, like, she lives really far away from Athens, so, like, probably nobody will find us. So, like, maybe we could get married there?"
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Act I
Aug 28, 2010 19:41:31 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on Aug 28, 2010 19:41:31 GMT -5
[[ooc: S'okay. I've been a lazy bum as of late and can't bring myself to do much of anything I'm supposed to be doing (unless the powers that may be think I'm supposed to be reading Spamano fics while listening to Rita Starr's "I Was Drunk").]]
The idea instantly registered in Toris's brain as a completely plausible one. He rarely considered any plans good, regardless of who made them, but fleeing Athens did not sound too bad or dangerous. "Oh, Poland, I'll be there tomorrow, I swear." For some reason, he felt like adding on to this, but he did not know what to say. Everything was beyond the reach of the tip of his tongue. "I promise I'll meet you there tomorrow." His hands were trembling ever so slightly, but this time out of excitement, and not fear.
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Act I
Aug 28, 2010 21:55:27 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on Aug 28, 2010 21:55:27 GMT -5
"Okay, like, awesome!" Feliks grinned, nodding sharply and his eyes filling with excitement. "Oh, like, hey, it's Canary or something!" he added.
Matthew had been standing there for the past few minutes, standing there pigeon-toed with his arms crossed, looking down. Toris was his friend, as was Poland, and he was happy, but it was normal for him to feel a bit jealous. After all, whenever he seemed to be close to getting his way, some twist of fate always took place. It was his fault, he decided, for getting too cocky about the Prussian. It was a rare occasion the word "cocky" could be used to describe anything about him, in the first place, so no wonder. He sent a small wave in the direction of the both of them, in a futile attempt to look cheery. [/center][/color][/size]
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Act I
Aug 29, 2010 21:00:31 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on Aug 29, 2010 21:00:31 GMT -5
"Oh?" Toris whirled around, cringing at the squeaking sound his shoes made on the floor. He waved back, quickly putting on a nervous smile, and said, "Hi, Canopener! You really look nice today. Where've you been?" He hoped that he had sounded friendly to the Canadian, who, as he recalled, was either a friend of his or a total stranger. Of course, intimidating others had never been one of his own personal talents. That was more of Ivan's thing; he usually remained the object of intimidation.
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Act I
Aug 30, 2010 20:10:49 GMT -5
Post by Jimmeh on Aug 30, 2010 20:10:49 GMT -5
[[ooc: Canopener. /gigglesnort]]
"N-nice?" Matthew stiffened, crossing his arms and biting back the instinct to thank him regardless. "Take that 'nice' back. Prussia loves your niceness; you're so fortunate." His tone became a bit more childish, that actually fit himself better than his previous burst of annoyance, and his voice grew quiet again. "Sickness is infectious. I wish good looks were too. Believe me, if I owned the world, I'd give it all away except for him. Teach me how to act like you. Whatever you did, you won his heart." He could not tell whether he was entirely serious when he said this; his melodramatic tendencies were getting the better of him, which happened quite often.
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Act I
Aug 30, 2010 20:28:00 GMT -5
Post by Tiger on Aug 30, 2010 20:28:00 GMT -5
"Er--" Toris nervously took a step back, wondering what exactly he had accidentally slipped into that innocuous comment to spark such a violent response. Words formed in his mind, but even there he felt like he was going to stumble over them. He gave himself a moment to allow his brain to coordinate itself with his lips, and then he said, "I always frown at him, but he still loves me." Silently he mouthed the words "I don't get it," which had been added as an afterthought. In fact, they were such an afterthought that he forgot to voice them with anything more than a sigh-like puff of air.
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