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Post by Sealand on Jun 30, 2012 20:02:40 GMT -5
As a country, you have gone through many, many things. Your problems number as the stars. But then another burden is added onto your shoulders. Your friends; Each and every one of them has been changing. With every day that passes you find something else amiss about them. It is only a matter of time before you, too, begin to change. It seems like nobody is really acting like themselves anymore. Some of them develop red eyes, the mark of a sinister personality. Some of them change entirely with a new personality, and certainly not a nice change for them. If you don't stop this before you transform into, the whole world may become corrupted and violent. Things just wouldn't be the same! Slowly, some of your friends are starting to become your worst enemies. This is not only destroying the world itself but it's destroying your world. How will you try to put an end to this madness if the darkness does not overcome you before it's too late?
I apologize for the complete wall of text- Desu yo. Like Canada did before, I copied this from another site (one of my old, dead roleplays) and pasted it here. I've been itching to do a 2p roleplay for a while, so here it is. At the least, try to type up about three+ lines of text. ^^ Let's do this thing- Desu yo~!
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Post by Sealand on Jun 30, 2012 21:22:05 GMT -5
((I'll make an ACTUAL post to demonstrate. Let the *MASTER* show you how it's done~!))
As Peter Kirkland went along down the lengthy sidewalk, he kept his head turned downward. He didn't want anyone to get even just a glimpse of his face, and not just because he wasn't in the mood for talking. Lately, he had noticed something strange going on. Deep down inside him, there was a voice telling him to do things. Do you want it that badly, Peter~? Why don't you just take it then? It would be so simple if you just took it! No one would notice! And it's not technically stealing. It's just borrowing and...Not giving back~! It told him to do things that he didn't want to; things that he knew were wrong. Stealing, cursing, punching, kicking, biting, disobeying...The list went on and on. But even so, he did them. But it felt more like something was forcing him to. It felt like his conscience was shut off.
The boy pulled his beanie down further, covering up his dark auburn hair. If one were to give their opinion on his appearance at the moment, they would say something like "odd-looking," "strange," or "weird." Peter felt his cheeks, now covered with freckles, blushing a bright red. He was a spectacle. People were already staring and he hated it.
Over the past few weeks, he had noticed that his right eye was beginning to turn a pale green, making him look strangely heterochromatic (when someone has two different coloured eyes). His left eye stayed its usual bright blue. To avoid people staring at him, he had bandaged his blue left eye. When he realized that his dirty-blonde hair was starting to fade and turn a deep red, he decided to wear a beanie to cover it up.
((You can make your posts as long or short as you want, as long as it's three or more lines long. And I said lines, not paragraphs. X3))
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Post by Canada on Jun 30, 2012 21:23:49 GMT -5
OOC- I don't write very good snapped/2P Canada stuff. 0_o
And... I'M SO SORRY KUMA! *sobs*
BIC- Canada frowned thoughtfully at his reflection in the pearly mirror. His usually silky blonde hair was now darker, almost what could be described as light brown. His eyes that had before been a soft lavender had morphed into this scary hue, almost like Russia's purple eyes had been like before. These changes made him want to throw up in despair, and it also made a part of him want to smirk in a very uncharacteristic way. That one side whispered that maybe, looking as scary as he did now, he might finally get to voice his opinions.
He could feel himself boiling inside with the inner turmoil, confused and upset and angry. Why did the world look so dark this morning? Why did he look so dark this morning? It frightened him and felt oddly satisfying at the same time. He smacked himself with one hand, tearing his gaze away from the mirror.
"Damn America and his horrible horror movies. They're going to make me lose my mind one day..." Canada muttered with a very fake chuckle, pulling on his trademark tan furred coat. Kumajirou ambled towards him from another room, sitting on his haunches at Canada's booted heels. The bear blinked up blankly at Canada with big dark eyes.
"Who are you?" Kumajirou questioned lazily, scratching behind his ear with one paw.
"I'm Canada." Canada explained, slipping a bottle of maple syrup into his bag as he prepared to go get some groceries.
"Who?"
"Canada. Can-Ah-Da." Canada explained again, an inkling of annoyance creeping inside him.
"Who?"
"Canada!" Canada said louder, his eyes narrowing down at his companion. "I just told you, I'm Canada!"
"I know that, but who are you?"
There was a shout of total fury and the sound of flesh meeting fur before silence.
Kumajirou sat back on his haunches, his big dark eyes wide with hurt and fear as he patted the part of his face that had been slapped. With a whimper, he took off and skittered away, probably to hide in a closet.
Canada felt a little bad. He hadn't meant to snap on his friend like that. But he couldn't stop part of him from wondering if it had done the trick, if the bear would remember his name from now on.
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Post by Sealand on Jun 30, 2012 21:59:02 GMT -5
((No, you actually seem really good at it. When you said you were sorry, I thought Canada killed Kuma or something. ono Only 2p Canada can get mad at an adorable polar bear.))
Kicking a can along through the crowd, Sealand grumbled to himself in frustration. "I am a country. Not just a little kid. Why won't they appreciate me? Those dolts wouldn't recognize me as a country if someone gave them a million bloody dollars!" In the midst of his frustration, he kept his head turned downwards and glared down at the ground as if it had made him so upset. He narrowed his eyes, keeping his gaze cast down. Right when he wasn't watching, it happened. Thud!
"Ow! Hey, watch where you're going!" He snapped, brushing himself off as if it was the other person's fault. The boy balled his hands into fists and glared at the innocent, random citizen.
"I-I'm sorry, I just didn't..." The pedestrian apologized in a hurried tone of voice, examining the boy up and down.
"What are you staring at? Rude..." He growled, pushing them away with full force before walking off without another word. Something inside him was telling him to go back and apologize because after all, it was his fault instead of theirs. But he simply smirked, rolled his eyes and kept going.
((Sorry, random citizen! ono))
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Post by Sealand on Jun 30, 2012 21:59:37 GMT -5
((Sorry for the short post. I kind of rushed because I may have to get off soon.))
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Post by Italy on Jul 1, 2012 0:16:11 GMT -5
Italy went for a walk. It was a nice day out. so he thought it would be nice. He thought It would be nice to get out. He decided to go to the pier. He breathed in some air and felt like the king of the world. "I love this sea air." Italy said out load to himself. "I know what sounds great now." continued Italy, "Pasta!" he pulled a mini bowl of pasta out of a small pouch. After finishing the pasta, Italy decided to go into a little shop he found by the pier. It had all kinds of trinkets and do-hickys. Italy went to the back and found a mirror. He looked at his reflection. He looked the same, but his eyes were turning red and his skin was paler. "Cool." Italy said with excitement. "I look soooooo cool." Luckily, Italy's personality is already so messed up, it stayed the same..Just normal old Italy. Italy thought he should go tell Canada. He ran to Canada's house quickly. Italy knocked on the door. "Canada? Canada?? CANNNAAADAAA?  " |
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Post by Sealand on Jul 1, 2012 7:58:29 GMT -5
As the micro-nation neared the pier his gaze softened, and he stared at the water longingly. His favourite thing was the sea, the water, the ocean that sparkled in the morning sunlight. For the first time in weeks, he smiled. He let out a small giggle of excitement before plopping down in front of the water; on the edge. It was such a nice day and the water looked so beautiful, more so than usual. The boy pulled off his beanie, stuffing it into his knapsack. But when he examined his reflection on the water, he shook his head and backed away from it. This change was starting to scare him. For some reason though, another part of him was slightly impressed by the change.
Taking a deep breath, Sealand tried his hardest to compose himself. It was a lovely day-- something told him that it was more dreadfully hot than it was 'lovely-- and the water was nice, so he should enjoy it. He removed his bandage, put it in his pocket and ran his fingers along the surface of the water. The boy jerked his hand back in pain and gritted his teeth. "Damn, that hurt!" Why did it sting when he touched his favourite thing in the entire world? It made no sense! It was the ocean and he loved it-- wait, no he didn't. There was that voice, once more. The ocean is dreadful, terrible! You hate it! You can't even swim, so why bother with the ocean? I can't swim...? I hate the sea? Er, thanks for the reminder I guess...
When he heard what Italy said, he scoffed and rolled his heterochromatic eyes. "What are you talking about? This air is nauseating! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!" He took the bandage from his pocket and threw it in the water, storming off.
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Post by Italy on Jul 1, 2012 17:25:18 GMT -5
Italy was knocking on Canada's door when Sealand stomped by. "Hey, hey, Sealand!" he said he walked up to Sealand."Hi. Check out my skin and eyes now. For some reason they are like this now!" he started. "Wow! :3" Some stuff has started happening to you, too!" Italy continued, studying Sealand's hair and eyes. "Wow! You look 'cool' like me now!" Italy raised his hand for a high-five. Unluckily, he would be holding it there for a long time.
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Post by Italy on Jul 1, 2012 17:25:45 GMT -5
Sorry for short post. Just my brain is dead right now.
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Post by Sealand on Jul 1, 2012 19:11:05 GMT -5
When Italy started speaking to him about his appearance Sealand's cheeks blushed a bright red. He turned his head down to face the sidewalk, hiding his face. "And why are you talking to me?" He asked rudely, not so much as looking up at him. The micro-nation crossed his arms on his chest, letting out a small "Hmph." Oh man, he saw me... But when he tried to think, that voice piped up inside his mind again, sort of arguing with him and trying to persuade him. But why do you want to hide it so badly, Peter dear~? Embrace it! This is the new you! That dolt, Italy, seems to be taking it juuust fine. After considering what was said, the corners of Sealand's lips curled up into a smile-- a devious smile. He stared up at the older nation with his two differently coloured eyes, cocking a thick eyebrow when he was offered a high-five. "You actually think that I am going to high-five you?"
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Post by Sealand on Jul 1, 2012 19:11:34 GMT -5
((That's quite alright. -wo))
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Post by Canada on Jul 2, 2012 12:32:44 GMT -5
Canada grumbled as he heard his name being called from outside by a sickeningly sweet Italy. The Mediterranean nation was practically banging down his door, shrieking. Canada couldn't imagine what could be so important that Italy of all nations would start breaking down his door. Shouldn't Italy have gone crying to Germany if he was in trouble? But Italy didn't sound scared, he sounded cheerful.
Canada attempted to curl his usually bouncy head curl with one finger, annoyed as it flopped limply back to it's original moody-looking place. What was wrong with his looks today? It was just plain strange for even his curl to look scary.
Canada realized that Italy's yelling had stopped, and decided that the other nation must have gone away. Canada couldn't really bring himself to care.
Kumajirou slunk around the entranceway, nursing hurt feelings and a sore face. What's-his-name had slapped him, and it was the first time Kuma could ever remember his owner slapping anybody, let alone his darling pet. It was so unlike him. He was even looking different...
He straightened, blinking. That must be it, this wasn't his owner. This man must have taken over the home after Canada went shopping for maple syrup and must be waiting for the real Canada to come back. He sat on his furry white rump to watch the door expectantly, ready to warn his beloved owner of the monster that had inhabited the house.
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Post by Italy on Jul 2, 2012 15:08:41 GMT -5
Italy raced back to Canada door and started knocking again. "Canada!!!CANNNAAADDA!??!?! CCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNAAAAAADDDDDDAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? YOU HAVE GOT TO SEE THIS I LOOK SO COOL COME ON CANADA YOU NEED TO LOOK AT ME AND SEALAND GOT IT TOO!!!" he continued, getting louder by the second.
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Post by Sealand on Jul 2, 2012 16:02:34 GMT -5
When Italy started shouting-- screaming, more like-- Sealand covered his ears with his hands and growled. "Shut up already, will you? I'm sure he's heard you by now if he's in there! He might just not be home, so will you give it a rest?" The micro-nation's eyes flickered for a few seconds, giving off a faint glow. "You idiot, Canada probably has better things to do than having to hear you shouting his bloody name a billion times and having to listen to you show off your stupid eyes and skin!" He crossed his arms on his chest, scoffing.
((With all the research I've done on 2p characters, I'm pretty sure that 2p Italy has darker skin and pink eyes or something. I may be wrong though. I think he's also pretty violent and sort of creepy. Correct me if I'm wrong?))
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Post by Italy on Jul 2, 2012 16:13:23 GMT -5
( Didn't look it up, just went with the flow... I will change tho....)
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