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| Russia | Aug 15 2011, 10:59 AM Post #3731 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia closed his eyes, his arm running over his other forearm. His nails were biting into his skin and forming lines of red, but he didn't really notice it. |
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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 | Aug 15 2011, 11:01 AM Post #3732 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia didn't get why or how he could even think that he did something wrong because he did feel better when he was able to be close like that with Russia just not entirely. He turned off the television and lied down on the couch looking at the ceiling. |
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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 | Aug 15 2011, 11:06 AM Post #3733 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia opened his eyes when his hand and arm began to feel slick, only staring blankly at the deep scratches momentarily before he went to go clean up. |
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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 | Aug 15 2011, 11:08 AM Post #3734 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia heard some movement but didn't bother to go and look at the moment because Russia, knowing Russia, was still probably annoyed at something. |
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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 | Aug 15 2011, 11:46 AM Post #3735 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia kept his arm lowered, not really noticing the dripping of blood. He was a little lost, but he didn't care much. Hell, he wasn't even sure of what he was looking for. He absentmindedly ran his injured hand along the wall, trying to figure out where bandages were. |
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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 | Aug 15 2011, 11:56 AM Post #3736 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia heard him walking around for a little longer before he remembered that he probably forget where whatever he was looking for was. He got up and went upstairs quickly to find blood on the wall. He bit his lip quickly following it and saw Russia walking around. "Hey, bandages are in the bathroom." he said and grabbed his wrist pulling him toward it. |
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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 | Aug 15 2011, 12:01 PM Post #3737 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia didn't protest or say anything, just following the Prussian. |
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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 | Aug 15 2011, 12:02 PM Post #3738 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia got to the bathroom and explained where a few things were as well as where the bandages were. He quickly washed the wound and bandaged it. |
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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 | Aug 15 2011, 12:05 PM Post #3739 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"You did not have to do that." He said softly, putting his arm at his side again once it was finished being taken care of. |
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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 | Aug 15 2011, 12:06 PM Post #3740 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Why wouldn't I?" he asked. |
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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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