ThatSeborganSushiRoll
The Short Emo
(Your gone at your great grandpa's birthday party all day and everyone fills up a whole page! Feels good. I started an active RP!)
~Prussia~
"Kiku is...."
I would sigh.
As I stared at my friend I realized, his eyes. They weren't filled with his normal cheer. They weren't filled with his normal happiness. They were filled with worry.
My Italian friend is not allowed to be sad.
Ever.
Its not awesome.
"He'll survive. I know it."
I smile.
I wont let him be not awesome.
~Seborga~
I leave camp to go find Alfred.
I'm not leaving him to fend for himself.
I follow a beaten path made by the others, eventually finding a small clearing.
Obvious signs of struggle.
Is America alright....?
I hear a rustle of leaves behind me.
Theres a gun barrel pointed at my face.
A man steps out of the bushes, and pulls the trigger.
A fluffy dart hits me in the chest.
I stare at his eyes, and feel the air rush back as I fall back.
And then the world fades.
Whitney Zarrof
After shooting the man, I drag his body into the jungle.
And into my shack.
I tie it to a post.
I caught my first one....
Now to find the British one and the Loudmouth one...
I step into the jungle, and hide in the bushes again.
I watch the Brit and Loudmouth.
I wait for an oppurtunity.
[I'm sorry, but you can't find the shack just yet....just yet......]
~Prussia~
"Kiku is...."
I would sigh.
As I stared at my friend I realized, his eyes. They weren't filled with his normal cheer. They weren't filled with his normal happiness. They were filled with worry.
My Italian friend is not allowed to be sad.
Ever.
Its not awesome.
"He'll survive. I know it."
I smile.
I wont let him be not awesome.
~Seborga~
I leave camp to go find Alfred.
I'm not leaving him to fend for himself.
I follow a beaten path made by the others, eventually finding a small clearing.
Obvious signs of struggle.
Is America alright....?
I hear a rustle of leaves behind me.
Theres a gun barrel pointed at my face.
A man steps out of the bushes, and pulls the trigger.
A fluffy dart hits me in the chest.
I stare at his eyes, and feel the air rush back as I fall back.
And then the world fades.
Whitney Zarrof
After shooting the man, I drag his body into the jungle.
And into my shack.
I tie it to a post.
I caught my first one....
Now to find the British one and the Loudmouth one...
I step into the jungle, and hide in the bushes again.
I watch the Brit and Loudmouth.
I wait for an oppurtunity.
[I'm sorry, but you can't find the shack just yet....just yet......]