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| Prussia | Feb 21 2011, 11:48 AM Post #2221 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia's eye twitched and went to just get a doctor to come to the house instead. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 21 2011, 12:15 PM Post #2222 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia sat up and frowned slightly, wondering if he should just go lock himself somewhere. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 21 2011, 12:21 PM Post #2223 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia told a doctor about the situation and he actually got one that was willing to come to the house. He walked back in the room seeing Russia glaring a bit. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 21 2011, 12:32 PM Post #2224 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia furrowed his eyebrows and looked away from him, before he stood up and headed out of the room, moving past him. He took a few slow, careful steps before he paused for a second and began running. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 21 2011, 12:47 PM Post #2225 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia glared at him and yelled at him to stop going after him. He couldn't tackle him though because he didn't want to hurt him more than he already was. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 21 2011, 03:30 PM Post #2226 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia didn't stop running, ignoring the albino. He didn't want to see a doctor because he could fix this himself. He didn't want to be put on medication and spend days, maybe even weeks in some physical therapy sort of thing. He wondered if he should run outside, but he didn't have his shoes or anything...Not that that had stopped him as a child. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 21 2011, 03:31 PM Post #2227 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia continued to run after him just worried about Russia and wanting to make sure he would be able to talk again. He got close enough and grabbed his arm trying to stop him. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 21 2011, 05:42 PM Post #2228 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia almost fell over and looked back at him, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as he stared at him, trying to get his arm free. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 21 2011, 06:36 PM Post #2229 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"I don't want you to stop talking...I want to hear your voice." he mumbled. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 21 2011, 06:43 PM Post #2230 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia tilted his head slightly and shrugged, biting his lip as he looked away, wrapping an arm around the albino's neck to pull him to his chest as he turned around. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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