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Who: Prussia and anyone else! finally crawling out of my shy shell
When: February 15th late evening
Where: The street around Canada's home
Style: Prose or action
Status: Open!
Gilbert had thoroughly explored the area around his current headquarters but was leery in going beyond Canada's street. He had observed the other inhabitants of Vatheon and concluded that most of them were complete freaks. Some of them didn't look human - which didn't really disturb Gilbert that much, in fact, he found it pretty cool - but it solidified his suspicions that Vatheon existed somewhere completely separate from Gilbert and Canada's world, hell, separate from their entire dimension! It would make going home more than difficult, but Gilbert wasn't to be deterred! No prison could hold his awesomeness!
But...there was no need to be hasty just yet. Vatheon wasn't a dreary prison with high grey walls and barbed wire. They were treated very well, even if the locals disturbed Gilbert on a subconscious level. Just made his skin crawl, so he avoided them as much as possible. Really, the only person that Gilbert interacted with regularly was Canada, who he was rooming with. Gilbert was getting antsy, since he was a social person despite his Alone Complex. He thrived off of attention, and to willingly isolate himself from people - no matter how freaky they may be - was slowly killing him from the inside out. That and Gilbert was curious and some of these freaky people looked so awesome!
So Gilbert lingered on the street outside of Canada's house, pacing up and down and looking at the other houses, considering his plan of action. Should he go to the park? Or maybe go to the shops and meet people there. People socialised in stores, right? Yeah, and in parks. Gilbert couldn't exactly just ambush people on the street and demand that they'd talk to him? Well, he could, but maybe people would be intimidated by him flaunting his awesomeness so abruptly in their faces and would run away. Lots of people ran away when he jumped out at them.
...although that was probably more due to him surprising them by leaping out of bushes...
Gilbert frowned and sat down on the curb with a huff. He rested his elbows on his knees and peered down the street. It was late anyway, so people would probably be in bed by now, and the shops would be closed, and who knew what the park was like during the night. You weren't allowed in parks at night in some places, anyway. But Gilbert didn't want to go back inside just yet. He picked up a loose stone from the floor and scratched it on the pavement, leaving chalk lines. Distracted from his dilemma, Gilbert quickly became absorbed in sketching on the pavement with the stone, even if the light from the lampposts was too orange for his liking. Made it hard to see in some parts. Oh well.
It wasn't like anyone was going to see his crappy drawings anyway.
Where: The street around Canada's home
Style: Prose or action
Status: Open!
Gilbert had thoroughly explored the area around his current headquarters but was leery in going beyond Canada's street. He had observed the other inhabitants of Vatheon and concluded that most of them were complete freaks. Some of them didn't look human - which didn't really disturb Gilbert that much, in fact, he found it pretty cool - but it solidified his suspicions that Vatheon existed somewhere completely separate from Gilbert and Canada's world, hell, separate from their entire dimension! It would make going home more than difficult, but Gilbert wasn't to be deterred! No prison could hold his awesomeness!
But...there was no need to be hasty just yet. Vatheon wasn't a dreary prison with high grey walls and barbed wire. They were treated very well, even if the locals disturbed Gilbert on a subconscious level. Just made his skin crawl, so he avoided them as much as possible. Really, the only person that Gilbert interacted with regularly was Canada, who he was rooming with. Gilbert was getting antsy, since he was a social person despite his Alone Complex. He thrived off of attention, and to willingly isolate himself from people - no matter how freaky they may be - was slowly killing him from the inside out. That and Gilbert was curious and some of these freaky people looked so awesome!
So Gilbert lingered on the street outside of Canada's house, pacing up and down and looking at the other houses, considering his plan of action. Should he go to the park? Or maybe go to the shops and meet people there. People socialised in stores, right? Yeah, and in parks. Gilbert couldn't exactly just ambush people on the street and demand that they'd talk to him? Well, he could, but maybe people would be intimidated by him flaunting his awesomeness so abruptly in their faces and would run away. Lots of people ran away when he jumped out at them.
...although that was probably more due to him surprising them by leaping out of bushes...
Gilbert frowned and sat down on the curb with a huff. He rested his elbows on his knees and peered down the street. It was late anyway, so people would probably be in bed by now, and the shops would be closed, and who knew what the park was like during the night. You weren't allowed in parks at night in some places, anyway. But Gilbert didn't want to go back inside just yet. He picked up a loose stone from the floor and scratched it on the pavement, leaving chalk lines. Distracted from his dilemma, Gilbert quickly became absorbed in sketching on the pavement with the stone, even if the light from the lampposts was too orange for his liking. Made it hard to see in some parts. Oh well.
It wasn't like anyone was going to see his crappy drawings anyway.
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*It's for an old time's sake. Japan looks around that way and this way, and finally asks the question that has been bothering him.*
But whatever are you doing out here so late Prussia-san?
*It didn't look like anyone was with him.*
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Ah, i-if you're alone, would you like to have share of our snack?
*Japan begins timidly, looking rather sympathetic as he did so.*
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Inside the bag, there are several kind of pastry: Yakisoba, butter cream, garlic bread, and Anpan.*
Pick whatever you like Prussia-san.
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I suppose .. It is rather late, and I don't want to be a burden to my housemates.
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Of course. Perhaps we can all gather and spend some time together.
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Yes. *a nod* Please take care of yourself.
*As Japan gives Gilbert a polite bow, his Shinx gives a wag of its tail and gives out that unique Pokemon cry. It seems like Shinx has taken a liking to Gilbert.*