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    [color=black]~IC~

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    Elizabeta woke up to a soft breeze blowing in through the window, causing white silk drapes to gently float into the air. Her emerald eyes slowly and sleepily opened, sparkling in the pastel morning light. Her hair was still up in it's fancy fashion from the night before (much messier), as well as her makeup. And the dress. How late had she stayed up? Ugh... How much had she drank...?
    It was a weekend, after all, and weekends meant free-spirited fun. Her ideal night was out in the city, ending up at one of the high-end night clubs, perhaps break a heart or two, converse with others of wealth... And then disappear. Of course, roaming behavior such as this ended up being quite lonely, with no friends or relationships.
    Maybe it was time to change that.
    But for now, Eliza needed to tidy up and get into something more comfortable. The fabric was becoming itchy.




    Francis had been awake long before sun-up. He owned one of the clubs that secretly sold over the counter. This also meant during parties, since practically everybody drank at one point or another during this damned prohibition. Taking a shot glass in one hand, he began wiping it with the rag that occupied the other. The fine material made a satisfying squeak as he cleaned.
    Cleanliness is next to godliness.
    With closed lips, he exhaled through his nose, a bit loudly. Putting the glass back in it's designated spot, he strained both hands across the counter with slouching shoulders. A blank expression scored across the large room, looking but not truly seeing anything. He was tired, and Francis' body language definitely gave that away. There was a bigger business he was part of, and this club was simply a small part of it. In this age, conspiracies were too easy to pull off...
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    [color=black]~OOC~

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    (c)ChrissyJay

    Gilbert awoke tangled in his sheets, with the sun in his face. He sat up with a grumble and rubbed his bleary red-violet eyes for a second. He stood abruptly and strolled over to his dresser, knowing he had a long day ahead of him. He carefully ran his fingers through his hair, wanting to look his best, before moving on to pick out his clothing.


    Work started early for Lucian, at least it did when he wanted to be successful. So, he found himself strolling up tenth avenue with his eyes carefully trained on his target. He was hit-man, among other things, and he was very precise with his kills. Every footstep was carefully placed, maneuvering him along the busy street and closer to a paycheck.


    Brooklyn waited impatiently for her brother to come home. They had a very strange sense of work order, meaning that she gave him orders and he followed them willingly. "What's taking him so long?" she grumbled to herself. Lucian was usually very quick with his work, a factor Brooklyn was grateful for, but for some reason, something was delaying him and it annoyed Brooklyn to no end.

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    Alexis woke up to a white ceiling and a bare room. She groggily picked herself out of the bed at the edge of the room and drowsily rubbed her eyes. She undressed and headed to the bathroom, picking some towels up in a closet along the way. She turned the hot water on and waited for a bit before slipping into the warm water. She was doing nothing but job hunting today, she had arrived in the city a few days ago. She hoped to work at a bar down the street, she didn't have any talents for normal work anyway and she'd have to pay the bills for the small apartment soon.

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    [align=center][font=papyrus]Marianna sighed, opening her eyes ever so slowly. The bright sunlight of the day had invaded her room long before, but only now was she waking up. The girl looked around her room twice before sitting up. The room, while small, was painted a bright, cheerful green, and the color had always been the first thing that she loved to see when waking up. It occurred to her that the house was silent, which raised the question of why nothing was happening. She lived with her older brother, and usually he was awake before she was. And so, she stood up and opened the door, pausing only once before walking out.


    [color=darkgrey]Erik shook his head, watching the day become slowly more active. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do really. Turning away from the window that overlooked the street, he watched the door for a moment, though he knew no one was likely to come through it.

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    [color=black]~IC~

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    Eliza was sitting on her porch, overlooking the gold-tinted field. A mug was clasped in both of her hands, knees drawn up to her chest. The Hungarian had taken the makeup off and her long brown hair was rippling down over her right shoulder. She was in a comfortable white robe, planning to take it easy for the rest of the day. Nobody was expecting her, and she wasn't expecting any company.




    Francis looked up as a few people filed in. During the day, this was a cafe. If one wanted alcohol, he would provide, of course, but in a much more secretive manner. Tying a white apron around his waist and rolling his black sleeves up, he turned and slid through a swinging door to grab a notepad and take orders. On the way out, he tied his hair back into a small ponytail. "Bonjour." He greeted the table of three.
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    [color=black]~OOC~

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    (c)ChrissyJay

    [align=center][font=papyrus]Erik sighed once and decided to pull on a pair of shoes. He was still dressed rather simply, though that was how he preferred it, as it drew less attention. He mutely left the apartment and walked, letting his feet choose their own path. He was so busy in his own thoughts that he didn't notice bumping in to quite a few people. He finally turned away from his thoughts to find himself lost. He shook his head and noted the nearest door as belonging to a...cafe? With nothing better to do, he went inside. (dunno..got a little bored of him being at home alone..so on an adventure he goes...?)[font=papyrus]


    [color=yellow]Mari searched the house, though she found no one. The house was deserted. She was alone. The girl sighed and sat in one of the chairs, having nothing to do. She didn't expect anyone to be coming over, so she could just relax and read the whole day.

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    [color=black]~IC~

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    His blue eyes glanced up as Erik entered, and he finished jotting down the order. He gave a nod toward the new customer, trying to gather his thoughts and greet him as quick as possible.
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    [color=black]~OOC~

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    If it isn't too much to ask, could you guys try and find more people to join? Invite as many friends as possible ^^ (who like hetalia, of course XD)
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    (c)ChrissyJay

    [align=center]OOC:~:
    Sure~ #FallenStar
    Join sis! JOIN! Be a pretty frenchy and join or I take Eiffel Tower away <3


    IC:~:
    [color=darkgrey]Erik sat down at a random, empty table. The place wasn't too crowed, so he didn't mind it much there. With a bored expression, he watched the few people, though it was a rather useless thing to do as not much was even happening. So, he waited. <- yea meh...lol

    OCC- no problem


    Lucian followed his target for a bit longer, gaining ever so slightly. Then, he swiftly pulled the man into an alleyway and slit his throat. Letting the body drop, he carefully cleaned his blade and exited to the street opposite the one he'd previously been on. He shoved his hands into his pockets and acted as if nothing had happened.

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    Is France hiring? XD

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    [color=black]~IC~

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    Soft, rosy lips opened in a quiet yawn as Eliza let her head roll onto her shoulder. A small flock of birds took off into the brightening sky, their small bodies black silhouettes against the baby blue.




    Francis approached Eriks table, greeting him with a smile. "Bonjour. May I take your order?" He stood attentive with his little notepad and pencil ready.
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    Yes he is XD
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    (c)ChrissyJay

    [align=center][color=silver]Erik thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Just get me whatever you like best..." he told Francis, not really caring. He trusted the man to have a sense of what was good, seeing as he ran the place. (Got lazy, school made me tired)

    Lucian strolled up the street, still acting casual, and ducked into a cafe. Once inside he found a seat. Patiently, he clasped his hands and waited for his order to be taken.