Posts by BagelXavier

Um, I'm not sure exactly how active I would be considering the amount of school work and music practice I normally have, but I was wondering if I could join this thread. If not I'm perfectly fine with that c:

First off, I'd like to say that I don't care if you're not the most active person, because frankly, neither am I, which is something I hope you'll be willing to forgive me for. Secondly, I'd just like to request that you not post one sentence responses regularly. Other than that, awesomesauce if you're considering joining this thread c':

I don't mind at all which character you would prefer to be, so I'll let you choose which post you'd like to start off with!
If you would like to roleplay as Cheren, this will be my first turn ~

N sat beside the dirt road, cupping his ankle in both his hands. He pouted at the sight of his blood seeping through his sock, trying his hardest not to move the injured body part in fear that it might start hurting again. The cold air was beginning to bother him, making his cheeks and nose flush red in disagreement with the temperature. How long had he been waiting here in this position exactly? Well, N didn't seem to know anymore; however much time had passed between when he'd tripped and begun waiting for someone to come help him and now. He sighed, hanging his head in boredom and fatigue. All because he'd heard Hilbert was going to come this way! My, the extents he would go for just a little friendship.

Or if you'd prefer to roleplay as N, here would be my first post ~

Cheren felt his palms shaking violently as he continued through the maze-like forest, the only light coming from the small gaps between the branches of the trees. He had conveniently felt perfectly fine before entering this place, but something about the smell of pine and dark didn't seem to be settling with him. Maybe it was his lack of water, or just his luck. Either way, all Cheren wanted right now was a way out of here, for fresh air and a place to sit down and catch his breath. However, as the black began to fill in at the edges of his vision, he couldn't help but think that just lying down here could work. Not that he had much of a choice after he'd collapsed on the ground, hearing only his unsteady breathing as a far off amplified sound. He knew that he was on the ground, with the sticks poking and cutting his side, but the part of his mind that made all his decisions seemed to be on a temporary sick leave.

Take your pick ~

/Alright, thanks!/

N fingered the ticket in between his fingers, scanning the area for anyone that may be pleasant company on the Ferris Wheel. It didn't much matter who, he just really felt the need to ride on the machine. As he brought his eyes to the line for buying tickets (a spot his gaze frequently returned to in hopes of finding someone to ride with him) his heart sped up in hopes that the lone girl standing there was truly, in fact, alone. His shoes shuffled along the warm cement as he made his way to meet the black-haired stranger, his Zorua cuddled lazily in his arms and N humming a quiet unnamed tune.
"Excuse me miss, but would you- um- do you have," he looked down at his pocket and back up at her as he pulled his ticket out and held it up, smiling lightly. "Would you like to ride with me?"

"Great!" N happily said, clapping his hands together silently and turning around to be beside her as he began walking to the ferris wheel with carefully placed strides. "Do you come here a lot?" He asked curiously, tilting his head slightly, his eyes bright.

I'd just like to say that I won't be the most active due to school work and other activities that require my time, but I'll try to check as often as I can. c': so, basically, France takes the responsibility of caring for England while he's ill, and we'll go on from there ~ Oh, and no one-liners if you please :3

The entire meeting went by in a slow, fuzzy kind of way. England knew that he'd heard the distinct voices of the other countries, but a moment later their words were lost, tossed from his mind without his consent. He didn't speak a word the entire time he sat, not trusting himself to refrain from doing something stupid with his head pounding as it was.

It took him the entire amount of time it required to make his way to the men's restroom to realize that the meeting had come to a close, which had led him to follow the others out the door in a blank and uncomprehending way. Now he was here, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, his green eyes glued to the pale, trembling figure that was his current state. He did not know when or how he had caught such a nasty thing, but he was aware that his condition had worsened very much in the span of a few hours. What was he doing? How was he getting home? Actually, a better question would be where was home? He couldn't exactly remember... The Englishman didn't trust himself to get him safely there, and concluded that he may as well stay here until he was fit for travel.

He left the restroom after splashing a bit of water in his face, going back to the seat he'd occupied earlier, as he'd left his briefcase on the table. Taking the steps to reach his items, the room began to spin around his vision, sending him to the ground with a muffled thump, the only thing that clued Arthur to his current position, his breathing difficult and shallow as he made no attempt to remove himself from the floor. It was actually a bit of a relief to just lay there silently, letting his thoughts of his discomfort spill away. As long as no one witnessed him in such a weak moment, what could it hurt to display the symptoms of his sickness?-as if he could hide them at the moment anyway.

/sorry for whatever this is
I'm pretty tired and I didn't really process anything I just reread, but maybe I'll go over it again tomorrow

Maybe/

When he first caught a glance of the Frenchman's face from the floor, England's sluggish mind went to the habitual need to offend him in some way. In his position the feeling was anything but lessened- insulting the man above him would show that even in his moment of weakness there was no possibility that he would allow himself to be made the helpless victim of whatever France supposed he could try. However, this request his mind had so kindly made on his own behalf was not performed by his body, and the Englishman simply remained motionless, looking up at Francis with half opened eyes.

None of Arthur's reactions happened as they should have, and he dearly wished that wasn't the case, already envying his normally good health that he took for granted. When France lifted him from the ground he would have enjoyed slapping him across the face- unfortunately his body didn't find the effort worth it, his limbs lolling and his head tipped forward onto his chest to save him the trouble of holding it up with the little muscle strength he possessed at the moment.

He also would have scoffed at the concern France was expressing, mostly for the sake of embarrassing him, but he was too perplexed by the words coming from his mouth. The bits and pieces he caught were expressing the idea that he was going to help him. England wanted to laugh, or maybe sigh in frustration, he wasn't quite sure which. Francis would try to help his enemy in such a way, and Arthur was, to put it plainly, disturbed by that. He was even talking about bringing him to his house, which might possibly have disturbed him even more.

His fever beat these thoughts until Kirkland couldn't even remember they'd come to his own mind. Everything was replaced with a sudden exhaustion, his body begging him to sleep. It didn't matter where, as long as he obeyed the demand- in the Frenchman's arms, his car, wherever he was at the moment. He could not exactly tell what was happening around him (there could be a fire right beside him for all he knew, or cared for that matter), and his pale eyelids took the moment of ignorant peace as their chance to close, sending him to an immediate sleep he had not planned on.

It was not a very peaceful rest, even being as tired as England was, and every time his eyes would open slightly he found himself in the same situation. It was a pattern- he would wake slowly, take a minute to recollect why he was sleeping in the first place, and then go to searching for the Frenchman with his slightly glazed over eyes, only to fall back into a light slumber that he'd only ever really partially woken from. His uneasiness, if anything, increased with his short, repeated rests. France's car was not something he found very comforting. However, he did consider it much better than the floor he had previously been lying on.

At some point he'd folded his arms tightly across his chest with the intention of keeping himself warm, but he was fairly certain that his body temperature was well over what it should be. He shifted restlessly for a few minutes before acknowledging the shivering that desired to keep him from falling asleep yet again. The fever induced shaking was the only movement he made after that, curled forward slightly, his eyes blinking slowly.

There would be moments when he could not pick France out with his blurred vision, still needing to confirm the recent memories his mind was feeding him from time to time. Despite the fact the help he was looking for was his enemy, England couldn't shake off the sinking feeling when he couldn't pinpoint the man in the confused state of his senses. Arthur did not fancy the idea of being completely alone in this state, even if his company would potentially abuse him verbally, as was normal when they were together- the simple idea that there was someone there would put him to slight ease. He even called the Frenchman's name (though spoken quietly and not really thought about before or after speaking it) during one of his moments of worry that he was by himself. He did not listen for any actual meaning behind any response- he was more waiting for the voice to prove the man was still near him.

The yells of a far off Brit were now becoming fainter and fainter the more distance Alfred put between them, running quickly from the scene. He had just swapped the man's tea with barbecue sauce- how in the world England hadn't realized that before drinking it he did not know. The offender, still laughing and fleeing, threw back one last look, sticking out his tongue to mock Arthur as he disappeared from view. America's feet, however, seemed confused by this action, deciding to trip over each other and send the tall man flying forward in a very ungraceful twisting of limbs.

Leave it to Mr. Jones to not only fall in an escape, but to fall into some girl he didn't even recognize. He could hardly say he'd caught himself, though his hands had attempted it; they'd landed one in the middle of the stranger's laptop keyboard and the other shoveled in the dirt. The blonde quickly attempted to scoot back on his knees, trying not to destroy the electronic device or its owner any further.

His eyes were wide as he held up a hand in a gesture that was supposed to be apologetic. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to fall on you, I was kinda just running away from someone," America said loudly, fixing his glasses and brushing some debree from a few scratches. "Are you okay? Jeez, did I ruin your computer? I'm so sorry," the 'so' was prolonged in what Alfred hoped would emphasize his sincerity. Really, his thoughts skipped about as fast as he'd tripped and fallen, just as his speech flowed quickly, hard to follow and process. However, America didn't seem to realize this and continued to ramble repeated apologies.

"D-Did I hurt you? I'm really really sorry! Here, do you need help?" America's frown deepened as he shortly looked the girl over with his eyes for any injuries. He felt the guilt build up the more he thought on how he'd acted so careless around people he hadn't even known. Now he'd gone and frightened this girl! Actually, he frightened a lot of people without even touching them... Maybe it was his loud and shameless attitude... Nah, that wasn't possible.

Alfred smiled, both confused and relieved by the response. "But you weren't in the way..." He said, trying to figure out the logic in her apologizing. Even with her lack of blaming him the American still felt guilty about it- he'd not only tripped onto her, but probably scared her half to death and messed up whatever she'd been doing on the laptop. "Look, I feel really bad. I'm gonna buy you a coffee or something. Do you like coffee?" His speech had slightly calmed down speed wise, but it was still fairly fast. Caffeine would be a scary addition to this man's already high energy levels.

/aaahh, sorry for just leaving yesterday, I kinda fell asleep. I might have to leave like that sometimes though. Unless you'd want me to tell you if I'm going to leave before I do, I could do that c':/

/Haha, okie-dokie/

"Okay!" Alfred got to his feet, looking down at his clothes to pat off bits of grass that still clung to them. He brushed the dirt off his hand before holding it out to the girl in an offer to help her up, his smile glued to his face the entire time. He supposed Arthur had given up chasing him once he couldn't see the blonde anymore, because he hadn't seen a glimpse of Britain the entire time.

/jfifjsbkfjfb yeah, sorry/

"Maddie? That's an adorable name!" He laughed, beginning to walk towards the small coffee stand a little ways down the walkway. "I'm Alfred." He looked over at her for a moment, still failing to recognize her as anyone he'd seen before. "How many years have you gone here? It's kind of my first year, so I don't know many people."

"Oh," Alfred furrowed his eyebrows slightly. She seemed so certain about what she was saying, it actually made him wish he'd met her earlier in the school year... Or at least feel like he'd seen her before. That way he'd be able to deny the statement with as much belief as she held. Instead he had to phrase it in sort of questions- after all, he really had no idea who she was, except for the newly found out name.

"But how would I not notice you for that long?" The blonde inquired. "We've got to have some classes together; we're in the same year. I would probably at least recognize you by graduation, right?" He handed folded bills to the employee at the coffee stand, pausing before making an order. "Um... What did you want?"

Alfred listened to her explanation, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, still disbelieving. She couldn't go completely unnoticed. He hadn't taken a drink of his coffee yet, but he seemed to have forgotten it. "You don't have anyone you talk to? Not even outside of classes?" He asked, looking at Maddie for a moment, fairly confused. As far as he could tell, there wasn't anything about her that would make anyone want to stay away from her- quite the contrary actually. She was kind, quiet, and, well, as he began to notice, pretty. There wasn't any staggering flaws about her... Could it really be that she was just naturally overlooked?

Man, that must suck. Alfred talked so much, he couldn't imagine not speaking to people on a regular basis. "So you only talk to people when they trip on you? That's sad," he teased, trying to lighten the mood a bit, mostly for his own sake considering how she seemed so okay with all of it. He took a few sips of his coffee before making up his mind. "Okay," he pulled his phone out of his pocket, clicking a few buttons before holding it out to Maddie. "I want your phone number. There's no way I'm going to let you stay so antisocial."

Alfred smiled and put the phone back in his pocket, listening to Maddie's excuses. They all still kind of made it sound like she was antisocial to him, and the fact that she was trying to prove his accusation false amused the American. When he heard the last part, Alfred tilted his head slightly in a sort of comical confusion. "What are you thanking me for?" She'd already thanked him multiple times for the coffee, it'd just be strange for her to continue that so randomly.

"Oh," Alfred thought about that for a moment and then smiled brightly. He'd hardly done anything, and yet Maddie felt the need to thank him. That made him really happy for some reason- maybe because he'd thought that she may find his actions really strange. Actually, she probably did, but who cares? Maybe he wouldn't feel as bad about pestering her, because even if she had begged him not to Alfred still would have. Maddie had made the mistake of telling him about her invisibility problem, and now he was determined to reverse that, if at least a little.

"You're really sweet," he stated a bit randomly, still smiling at Maddie's thanking. "It's cool to meet someone so nice, you know?"

(It's on a pony, which is on a boat, out on the sea.
I'm sorry
I have to reference songs sometimes
My bad

I'll stop I swerr)

Alfred blinked a few times, not expecting to have the compliment tossed back to him. The same blush that had found itself on Maddie's cheeks spread across his own as he gave a light laugh. He opened his mouth to speak, but it soon fell into a slight frown as a familiar blonde figure walking on the pathway a considerable distance behind the Canadian caught his attention.

"Oh. Crud." His tone was oddly upbeat with the words, but when the British man he'd pranked earlier locked eyes with him Alfred took a couple steps back, bringing his arms up slightly as he prepared to bolt. "I- kind of have to- go now." Arthur began to sprint towards him and Alfred started his escape, running backwards at first to get a few last words in. "Sorry! I'll call you later!" With that, the blonde man turned and sped up, weaving between students to escape his chaser.

(It's cool! Yeah, I can read it.
I have
Zoooooooooommmmm *sparkles*)

Okay, so I'd just like it if you didn't post one liners, other than that, happy to have you! I'm also not the most active in the world, so I hope you can forgive me for that ;w;

Since there will be four of us, counting me, we can each play six characters. If you don't want to play that many, just tell me, someone might want to play your left over character :3 Also, we'll just be using the arena from Catching Fire.
Nyotalia and 2p!'s are allowed ~ we'll start as soon as there are multiple people in one group.

~The Ally Groups ~

Group 1

2p!England, Oliver Kirkland-BagelXavier
Norway, Lukas Bondevik-mimi
Iceland, Emil Steilsson-Norway
Denmark, Mathias Køhler-Norway

Group 2

South Italy, Lovino Vargas-BagelXavier
Liechtenstein, Lili Zwingli-mimi
2p!Italy, Luciano Vargas-Norway

Group 3

2p!Canada, Matt(Matthieu) Williams-BagelXavier
China, Wang Yao-mimi
2p!Japan, Kuro Honda-Norway

Group 4

France, Francis Bonnefoy-BagelXavier
Japan Honda Kiku-mimi
Germany, Ludwig Beildismidit-Norway
Prussia, Gilbert Beildismidit-Norway

Group 5

Male!Belarus, Nikolai Arlofsky-BagelXavier
2p!America, Allen Jones-Alfred F Jones
Canada, Matthew Williams-Alfred F Jones

Group 6

Latvia, Raivis Galante-BagelXavier
Finland, Tino Väinämöinen-mimi
Nyo!Wales, Ffion Parry Morgan-Alfred F Jones

I apologize ahead of time, a lot of the characters I've chosen I haven't roleplayed as before- but hey, guess I can start now, right? c':

England, who was not the most athletic person, eventually fell behind and gave up, but Alfred still ran the rest of the way to his dorm. Immediately after unlocking his door and leaving his shoes behind, the American collapsed on the couch, sprawling his limbs out to cover the entire couch. He sighed, deciding not to run for the rest of the day... Or talk to Arthur... The rest of the week. He just really hoped Britain didn't have his key with him, because it'd be pretty hard to avoid his roommate without forcing him to stay with Francis, as he did occasionally.
His phone buzzed, indicating he'd gotten some boring email, which reminded him of his promise to contact Maddie. Well, if that counted as a promise. He furrowed his eyebrows as he recalled the 'goodbye' that had taken place roughly two hours ago. That was only slightly embarrassing.
Embarrassed or not, Alfred flipped through his contacts, finding the newest addition to it and pausing for a moment before clicking the call button and holding the device to his ear.