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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 20:40:16 GMT -5
Ivan stopped short when he heard America's voice, but ignored it and said nothing. He also noticed a young girl in a military hat staring at the group, but said nothing and kept looking.
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Post by Shiranui Mitokini on Dec 22, 2012 20:45:02 GMT -5
The girl quickly looked to the side, where another slightly taller girl with oddly colored eyes and long frizzy brown hair was reading an even odder little manga which appeared to be about the months of the year.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 20:52:17 GMT -5
Frizzy-hair, also known as "Ciera-chan" to her one friend and "CIERA ELIZABETH PRESSLEY!" to most exasperated adults, looked up (Or down. Has anyone ever considered which direction that would actually be? Her Giant Glassesness has.) and pointed out a certain fact to the girl next to her.
"Harlee, I'm excited to go on my first stalking expedition, as much as anyone could be, but that guy with the jacket and the pretty scarf just looked at us."
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Post by Shiranui Mitokini on Dec 22, 2012 20:55:46 GMT -5
"Oh my god Cici! Be quiet! They are gonna hear us!" Harlee said, pushing Ciera toward the edge of the bench.
Matthew simply stared at the two. Stalking? What was stalking?
Ludwig simply stared, and was taken slightly aback when the blond haired one simply grinned and waved at him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 21:06:52 GMT -5
When she noticed the guy who needed a vacation staring at them, Ciera turned a potentially fatal shade of red. Her friend didn't seem to notice.
"Harlee! What are you doing!?" What might on a website RP appear as yelling were actually weak whisper-screams. She hid her face in the manga and soon felt better. She started muttering to herself about the antics of some February character and the traditional hero things he was doing.
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Post by Shiranui Mitokini on Dec 22, 2012 21:08:48 GMT -5
Harlee squealed. "HE LOOKED AT ME!!!"
Matthew jumped. About two feet.
Ludwig cringed, and America just stood there.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 21:18:55 GMT -5
Ciera, in a valiant attempt to preserve dignity, walked over to the men with the intention to apologize. Harlee seemed somehow displeased by this, as if she hadn't alerted them herself.
"I'M REALLY SORRY YOU GUYS I DIDN'T MEAN TO ACT ALL WEIRD PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" As unpunctuated as it was, the apology was sincere. Then a very uncomfortable silence was spread throughout the room. The girl turned red again. Her second declaration, however, was almost as quiet as Canada on a bad day. "I-I"ll try to get my friend to go somewhere else. Um, sorry again."
She turned around partway then turned back, lept through the air like some unholy kite, hugged everyone once before they could react, and ran away, back to the bench from whence she came.
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Post by Shiranui Mitokini on Dec 22, 2012 21:26:32 GMT -5
The blonde one stood up. "DOGGAMNIT, CIERA!" She took several deep breaths, grabbing Cici by the hand and dragging over. She looked up at the men. "Ahem. I am Harlee Shae Roberts, Harlee for short, and that is with two e's. I know it's rather impersonal but my nickname is Meta, short for Metaphilia, which is usually my usermane on blogs and such. It has nothing to with the sexual use of the word so don't ask. It is very nice to meet you all, and you don't need to introduce yourselves because we already know who you are. You are Ludwig Beildschmidt, personfication of Germany. You are Matthew Williams, or Canada. My friend is obsessed with you, Ivan Braginsky, or should I say Russia. And you, Alfred Freedom Jones, or simply America, are just here."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 21:32:01 GMT -5
Ciera was very close to doing something she hadn't done since last summer, when she'd had that bathroom dream. She felt stared at, and attempted to hide behind her hair, all the while making little pitiful whimpering sounds. She tried to break free of Harlee's Hulk-like grip, but to no avail. She was stuck, and they were staring at her.
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