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lostrealm2012-11-12 12:51 am
garantundkraft) wrote in lostrealm2012-11-12 12:51 am
Bored Now [Open]
Characters: Prussia and anyone willing to take on a bored and crazy nation (a.k.a. THIS COULD BE YOU! :D)
Date: 12 November; morning-ish
Format: Yes. I'll be doing prose since it's easier for me to write, but don't mind getting action-spam tags
Content Warnings: Swearing. Violence. Nazi uniforms.
Summary: Prussia has gotten to be terribly bored and lonely, to the point where he doesn't even want beer. There's only one solution for this: sparring! Just... to find someone to fight. (And never mind there was a siege only a few weeks ago; you think he cares?)
It's not too early in the morning when Prussia finds a nice bit of high ground to perch on near the marketplace. It just so happens to be one of the supports for the bridges, but that's not important. What is important is that he's amassed a collection of small stones and pebbles, which are presently in his pockets.
He sits, crouched, balanced on the balls of his feet. As the marketplace begins to really begin to bustle for the day, Prussia looks through the crowd, seeking out likely targets. Okay, fine, time for the fun to begin! He calls out, voice carrying with practised ease despite how rasping it sounds. "Hey! Any of you want to fight the awesome me!?"
The looks and glares he gets from some of the natives hardly phase him. In fact, that just eggs him on, and he starts retrieving the pebbles from his pocket to pelt them at people. "C'mon! Cowards! None of you have the stones to fight, so here, lemme give you some!"
When he finally catches someone's attention, Prussia will cease his assault. Until then? "Fucking wusses! Bet none of you could take a punch anyways! Sissies!"
Date: 12 November; morning-ish
Format: Yes. I'll be doing prose since it's easier for me to write, but don't mind getting action-spam tags
Content Warnings: Swearing. Violence. Nazi uniforms.
Summary: Prussia has gotten to be terribly bored and lonely, to the point where he doesn't even want beer. There's only one solution for this: sparring! Just... to find someone to fight. (And never mind there was a siege only a few weeks ago; you think he cares?)
It's not too early in the morning when Prussia finds a nice bit of high ground to perch on near the marketplace. It just so happens to be one of the supports for the bridges, but that's not important. What is important is that he's amassed a collection of small stones and pebbles, which are presently in his pockets.
He sits, crouched, balanced on the balls of his feet. As the marketplace begins to really begin to bustle for the day, Prussia looks through the crowd, seeking out likely targets. Okay, fine, time for the fun to begin! He calls out, voice carrying with practised ease despite how rasping it sounds. "Hey! Any of you want to fight the awesome me!?"
The looks and glares he gets from some of the natives hardly phase him. In fact, that just eggs him on, and he starts retrieving the pebbles from his pocket to pelt them at people. "C'mon! Cowards! None of you have the stones to fight, so here, lemme give you some!"
When he finally catches someone's attention, Prussia will cease his assault. Until then? "Fucking wusses! Bet none of you could take a punch anyways! Sissies!"
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A kid like him, throw Prussia in the water? He actually almost wanted to see him try.
"You. Throw me. Into the river." Snort. Snicker. In a few moments he was no longer capable of holding back his laughter. "KESESESE! This. This I have got to see. I could snap you like a twig; no way are you getting me in the water!"
Still, as a precaution, he was already taking his coat off and folding it around his Luger. Just in case the kid somehow did get him in the water; no sense having to reek overly much of wet wool, then trudge home to clean his pistol.
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Also the wind was starting to pick up on the bridge. It wasn't enough to be problematic yet, but it was noticeably windier where John and Prussia were standing.
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How is he going to find Fight Club when the first rule of it is to not talk about it?"I dunno. You'd be amazed what people become willing to do when you pester them enough." He frowned at the increase in the wind. It was already chilly enough for his tastes without his jacket on, so a strong breeze or more was less than welcome.