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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 2:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 2:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 3:09 pm
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Vash felt, through his sleep, the soft touch of his hair being brushed aside. It wasn't enough to fully wake him, but enough to rouse him into a lighter sleep. The soft call, however, was enough to bring him from sleep.
"Nnm?" he groaned softly, green eyes fluttering open. He glanced over at his younger sister, and blinked sleepily. 'Meeting?' he pondered, thinking back on his plans. 'Right. World meeting in London.' If he was able to bring himself to skip, he would. The guards didn't allow weapons in the meeting rooms anymore after the whole Cold War incident where America and Russia had nearly shot each other and the whole meeting had erupted into chaos. Vash didn't feel safe being unarmed and around them.
"Yes, right," he murmured, sitting up. He had gone to bed late the night before due to his training running longer than usual. As such, when he did go to sleep, he had been to tired to change into bed clothes. He was still in his pants and top from the previous day.
He got up and grabbed his uniform from the closet where Lili had put it after ironing it. He sighed softly and went into the bathroom to change.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 3:22 pm
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Brushing sweat from his brow, Spain grinned and shielded his eyes from the sun. It was looking to be a beautiful day, he decided, as he finished weeding and watering his tomato plants. A few had been ripe, so he picked them. They would be perfect to make with breakfast.
Splashing water on his face to relieve himself from the morning heat, he washed his hands and headed to the kitchen. Gathering the ingredients, he carefully placed them on the counter. A Spanish Omelet, he decided. Of course, he left out the potatoes. Lovino didn't like them.
Dicing the four tomatoes, he left them on the cutting board. He moved on, mincing the garlic, onion, and parsley. He quickly got the pan heated and greased before tossing the cut vegetables in. In barely a moment, he mixed the eggs and got them in another pan as the vegetables were cooking. Once ready, he added the vegetables, some chopped ham, and cheese to the omelet and took it off the stove, cutting it into two servings. Once the plates were on the table, he smiled and hurried to the guest room that Lovino had taken claim over.
"Lovi! Breakfast!" he called as he wandered in, glancing over at the sleeping Italian. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" he laughed, shaking him lightly. They'll most likely be late, but that wasn't an oddity.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 3:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 3:36 pm
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Ivan set down his vodka spiked cider and glanced around his empty house, smiling sadly. It was so big, but so empty. Everyone had left. Nobody wanted to stay at Russia's, which was a disheartening thought. Well, Natalia did. But she wasn't allowed, since her boss had decided that she needed to grow independence. Therefore, he was the only one there.
Getting to his feet, he dumped the cider and grabbed his briefcase. He slipped the bottle of vodka into his jacket pocket and grabbed his pipe. Since he was on a private plane, he was allowed to take his favourite items.
He headed for the car his leader had requested, smiling slightly at the nervous looking driver. After the one incident, he had been banned from driving a vehicle. Ever. It had been fun.
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 3:53 pm
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Jostled from his sleep by a firm shake, Sadiq blinked wearily into his pillow and groaned lightly. "What is it, Seda?" he mumbled, refusing to turn away from the pillow. He had yet to replace the blinds, so the light would shine right into his bedroom.
"You're flight is in ten minutes, Sadiq Bey," the elderly woman told him, voice soft and subdued. She was a traditionalist and still saw women as being below men, despite what Sadiq had tried to claim. The fact that she now believed she was able to speak to him, a man, was proof that his words were heard.
His eyes widened and he quickly sat up. "s**t!"
Seda held out his uniform and he muttered a quick thanks as he hurried into the bathroom to change. He splashed water onto his face and dried off, before brushing his teeth in a hurry. His mask was then put on and he hurried toward the door, trying to pull on his boots at the same time. He caught sight of his housekeeper holding out a piece of bread and he smiled his thanks before grabbing it and running out the door. He'd eat on the way.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 5:11 pm
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Sitting across from the Italian, Antonio smiled and tried to greet him. However, Romano simply got up and left before he could get out a single word. He didn't get a thank you, either. Spain's face fell and he nibbled slightly at his omelet, eyes slightly clouded as he pondered what he may have done wrong. Did he wake him up late? Was the omelet gross? Did he smell? It could be anything, really.
Slightly troubled, Antonio picked the dishes up and set them in the sink. He quietly washed them, humming a soft tune. Shaking his head as he dried his hands off, he smiled slightly. Romano was probably just tired. That's why he was cold this morning. Yup! That had to be it.
Cheery mood back in place, he wandered to his room and changed into his tan uniform.
{When posting, please remember to bold dialogue and italicize thoughts. Some are forgetting to.}
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 5:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 5:46 pm
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