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B-loody-Rain
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[2015-06-18 00:35:18 +0000 UTC]
"My 'social skills'"
(United Kingdom)
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Watching: 187; Pageviews: 3935; Comments Made: 596; Friends: 187
# Comments
Comments: 279
" Hello, I'm doing a survey of what people think are the cheesiest pickup lines. So, do you pick 'Do you come here often?', 'What's your sign?', or 'Hello, I'm doing a survey of what people think are the cheesiest pickup lines.'?"
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{Nice account m8. I fangirl"ed" at the gif at the bottom of your page ;v; thx m8.}
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ooc: its very bootyful indeed
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We have nothing if not belief~ Oh My Gosh!! I love this anime!! Do you think we could rp please?
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(( Yes, yes of course we can! ))
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We have nothing if not belief~ Ok! ^^ um... You have seen the Narnia movers right 
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(( Yeah, I saw it a few years ago ))
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We have nothing if not belief~Β Β Ok!~ ^^
[L]ucy wasΒ walking down the streets ofΒ London. She was on her way to herΒ uncles house with two bags of food. She was trying to get home as soon as possible, when she ran into a man.
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Arthur was in a similar situation, not carrying food, but he was heading home to see his younger brother when he bumped into the much younger girl.
"Oh! Sorry, love. I hope you aren't hurt-"
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[L]ucy looked up at the man. "Oh! I'm alright sir. I'm sorry, I should of look to see where I was going."
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"Big brother..." Alice tugged at his sleeve. Her voice was shaky, as if she were crying. Her cheek was bruised, and seemed to be swollen. "Why did you hit me...?"
Just minutes ago, her and Arthur got in a heated argument. You know, the usual kind of sibling argument. Blaming the sibling for something they didn't do, a conclusion isn't reached, and tempers exploding. Though, they never reached the point to hitting each other...until now.
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/ is extremely drunk
/ doing the striptease
/ starts singing
"Here's a situation,
been to every nation,
nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do.
You know my motivation,
given my reputation,
please excuse me I don't mean to be rude;
but tonight I'm fucking you !"
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//being the sober one for once
//stares at him
"Chap.. are you wasted..?"
"I can't even tell, are you okay?"
//confused Brit noises
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"What makes you think that..."
/ falls around weirdlyΒ
/ almost cripples himself but doesn't because drunk Lovi is boss
"...English bastard -"
/ starts singing in French
// I think he forgot his Italian-ness
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(( No problem! ))
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The beautiful beach. The hot sunshine heating up the sand and making the bright blue ocean glisten. People of all ages tanning and splashing each other with water. The delicious fragrance of BBQ, attracting those hungry from having so much fun. While her brother was distracted with other people, Alice ran off to the far end of the beach, which was quite empty. She followed an upwards path, which led to a small pond filled with fish. She watched them swim around, giggling.
She was wearing a blue and green striped bikini, with a towel resting over her shoulder.
It was peaceful...
not for long.
A sudden storm surprised everyone on the beach. People rushed their families to shelter, or back to their car. Though, as the beach emptied out, Alice was nowhere to be found.
She was still at the pond, now curled up underneath a small cavern near the water. The wind quickly picked up, along with the thunder and lightning. Water from the pond splashed to and fro, some fish being thrown out to their demise. Though it rained so much at her place, she was scared. She wrapped her towel around herself, to try and help her from being cold. She was wet, in a bikini, and the cold wind didn't help her warmth. She felt herself begin to cry.Β
She should have obeyed her brother and stayed by his side.
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different.Β
//leaves you a quick starter
Lizzie followed a road that led into a small town, gripping her pistol tightly in her hand; a horde of walkers had separated her from Tyreese and Mika, leaving the young girl on her own. She'd been by herself for a few days so far, and the girl's recklessness around walkers often got her into more trouble than necessary. Peering around a corner, she spotted a man up ahead; but from the look of it, he wasn't a walker. Perhaps the man could help her? "Sir?"Β
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The Brit turned around to see the younger female and immediately tried to appear non-threatening. The last thing he needed was to be blammed for scaring someone into their doom or anything, "Are you lost?"
He asked gently, "Do you need help?"
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(( Yes yes of course you can-- ))
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[Lit or script? ^w^]
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(( Lit pls~ ))
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[Alright.
Sorry if this is bad I'm horrible at starters]
The young brunette had been walking around, trying to memorize her way around the city. She was currently in her human form, but the headache that came with it had began pulsing harder and harder to the point where she was barely able to keep it up.
A bit dizzy and tired, she bumped into you by mistake, causing her head to shoot back up.
"O-Oh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She said, a faint blush coming upon her face.
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The Southern redneck approached the English man, polishing a bayonet in his hand. Merle never liked this country before. They all seemed to love their fancy accents, tea and luxurious lifestyles. They must've not known a damn thing about survival, or taking care of themselves. It almost pissed him off thinking about it.
"Well, ain't yeah a fancy lookin' brit, am I right? He he he, y'all an interestin' human breed."
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The young man inwardily groaned upon hearing the accent. Sure, he had nothing against Americans, hell he raised one, but that accent paired with those words Β were the exact opposite that anyone, especially him, wanted to hear.
"Well, I'd have to say that you're an interesting human breed too. What with your silly accent and that.. child's play weapon.."
Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes, "Whatever, I'm not here to argue with someone who doesn't know when to call quits, as it seems that is what you would do. Did you need something from me?"
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Merle chuckled out loud. Did he really just call his bayonet a child's play toy? This guy must have been asking to get his ass kicked. It especially wouldn't help out when he called out his accent on being silly. Hell, he found nothing wrong with Southern accents and he could just about bare any type of accent, except British. He swung his blade up, pointing it directly at the other man's nose just several inches away.
"You callin' this a toy? You won't be sayin' much when I stick it up your ass. Well, can't be helped with an annoying accent like that. Y'all think you're all that, but you ain't."
The Dixon crossed his arms, listening to his second response, giving it a thought. As if he needed help from the likes of him.
"Might just say i'm explorin'. Figured id stumble upon one of you folks."
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"Yeah, sure, just exploring." Despite the situation, which may lead to his death if he further provoked this stranger, he chuckled and actually proceeding to lower down Merle's gun with his hand.
"You make me seem like a threat, even though you're the one with the gun."
It was all just a big bluff. He'd learned fairly quickly that if you showed fear, some would take advantage of that. If he used his sarcastic and piss-poss attitude to his advantage, it had shown useful in the past to surviving.
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"Yea blind, boy? This ain't no damn gun, it's a knife. Either way, a sorry brit's ass won't be lucky."
He didn't like his smart attitude, but he didn't view the guy as a threat in anyway. Maybe he could just toy with him and run into the next english king ass kisser. He was kind of enjoying on playing around with this guy. He had a concealed pistol around his belt as well underneath his shirt. If he really wanted, he could just place a bullet in his head right now, but he really wasn't in a mood to draw attention of the rest of his kind.
"Hmph. Aye, gotta question. Ever hear of democracy time? Y'all's people act like a bunch of personal bitches to your so called king who does anythin' he wants to in this place. Damn, am I glad I was never born here."
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"Hmmpt. Obviously you've never bothered to look at history, or the news channel." Arthur sighed again, "As I recall, the knife you have used to be attachable to a certain type of gun, so me calling it a gun isn't totally inaccurate. And if you haven't noticed, we don't have a King. Our Queen gets to do whatever she wants, yes, but our government is still doing more then yours. And if that's so, I'm still proud to be a 'Personal Bitch' to the Queen, who mind you, died in this damn apocalypse."
(( Psst, do you mind if I through in Artie's brother? ))
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{ no problem! }
"I know what it attaches to. Think I wouldn't learn nothin' comin' out from the military back at home? This ain't on a gun, so it's a knife, dumbass. Learn the difference."
Merle really didn't care if it was a King, or Queen. It wasn't like he payed attention to their news. This guy was really annoying him with his smart ass talk. He felt like getting it over with and killing him. He'd do it in a respective good way by going for the brain so he wouldn't turn. He rose up his prosthetic that was attached onto the stump where he had severed his right hand and also where he equipped his blade onto.
"Hey, tell me somethin'. What did you have to sacrifice? See this? I had to cut off my hand to free myself from a rooftop and travel through a biter invested city just to getaway."
He formed a grin around his face, speaking something out next that was truly cold.
"She died? Oh... well I hope it was slow."
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"You don't know what I've been through, so you can shut it." Arthur snapped back, "I may not be missing a hand, but I've got my own scars and my own pains to deal with that you wouldn't understand. Luckily, her death was fast. I made sure of it."
Heavy footsteps, most likely due to the amount of fallen branches and dying trees could be heard approaching the two men, followed by a loud voice familiar to Arthur.
"Arthur, dude, I've been looking for you for at least half an hour. Like, why do you always have to be the one pissing off people." The voice, which was a clear Northern American accent, belonged to a man only looking a year or two younger then Arthur with sky blue eyes and blonde hair a bit darker then Arthur's. He wore glasses unlike the Brit and seemed to be armed with a few different weapons, "And anyways, it's my job to get us into trouble, not yours."
"You git, what are you doing here-!?" Arthur hissed.
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"Why don't you make me, pussy. I mean, really. I wanna' know if you brits really know how to fight. Her death won't be nothin' when I..."
He suddenly paused at the sound of the heavy footsteps, looking over to see who was the new stranger. Judging by the accent, he was must have been American. He drew his hand away, before it could put a grip down onto his pistol, looking over to the figure and the weaponry he had around his body. Best case scenario this one wouldn't be giving him a smart ass attitude.
"Well, doesn' sound like you ain't from these parts."
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"You'd be right on that one, dude!" The American grinned and waved slightly, acting surprisingly friendly, "I take it you two already hate each other's guts..? That must be a new record for you, Artie."
"Shut it, twat." Arthur mumbled bitterly, glaring at him.
"Whatever, as long as nobody's dead yet." The blonde glanced back over at the Southerner, "Name's Alfred by the way."
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"He he, you might be sayin' that. This brit is just tryin' to act like a smart ass in front of me."
He turned his attention over to Alfred, giving him a small nod as a greeting. It was obvious these two were closely related. It was almost hard to believe someone like this guy would be hanging around with an English Man.
"Name's Merle."
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"Well, nice to meet you Merle, despite the circumstances of course." Alfred shrugged, "But whatever, better then nothing. If you don't mind, I'll steal Iggybrows here from you before he gets himself almost murdered again."
"I told you that wasn't my bloody fault! It's not like I wake up in the morning planning to piss off gits!" Arthur tried to defend himself.
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(( Ahhh
Thank you so much!
I really do like your muse a lot though ))
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((Ahhh, someone actually looked at my profile! Thank you so much!))
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(( No problem! I always try to look at everyone's profile unless there's nothing there, their inactive, or in some cases if their a main. ))
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((I really appreciate that! Not many people bother to actually read things. So sad.
Would you like to RP?))
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(( Sure, I'd love to.
I guess we need a plot though
XDD ))
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((Of course! I'd be more than happy to talk about one with you!))
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(( We could do a human AU on Arthur's side if you'd like, since he represents a country. Or we could keep im as a country. ))
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((Both have some very interesting possibilities, especially where his own sixth sense is concerned. I think it may be easier to use a human though, considering that I don't have much background on my profile and an actual crossover would be difficult to hammer out.))
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