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Roleplay 1
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This will be roleplay one, I will start a new roleplay forum is we get to many people in one roleplay.
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-Germany took a gentle stroll along a beach. She hoped she was alone as she wore her typical dress and her combat boots. She was holding bratwurst in her hand and it hadn’t been touched yet. She figured the beach was a nice private place to eat it. She devoured the thing in a couple bites and licked her fingers off. She held her arms together as she rocked back and forth. “Oh good~! Sooo good!” She giggled a bit then tried to compose herself. Looking around with her one bright blue eye as the other attempted to stay hidden.-
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Canada, as the man hated so, was forced to the beach by his boss, gosh he loved that man but sometimes just plain no. The lanky man had to ditch his sweat shirt in option of red swimming trunks that where speckled with white maple leafs. He carried a small book in his hand, and settled into the warm sand, he flipped open the book and started to read.
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America opened her picnic basket, where she thought was the best place on the beach…….right at the shore. She took out her hamburger, and her sprite and munched and munched, and gulped and gulped until she was finished. She took out a Milky Way bar….then ate it. Then, she took out her Reese’s Pieces……and ate them. Then she took out a sandwich. This continued for a large some of time, until she got full. America pulled off her boots, and ran into the shallow part of the ocean. She looked around, and couldn’t help but feel a bit blue. She hated how empty the beach was today. She lifted her head, and directed her big blue eyes to the sky. It was a fine day, and she had no one to share her joy with. She walked out of the water, and built a pathetic sand castle. She stared at it for a moment, and then quickly crushed it with her feet. She laid down on the ground, and wallowed in her boredom.
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Japan walked along the shore of the beach, his iPod in hand. Sliding his thumb across the screen, he searched for some good dubstep. Finally finding one, he turned around, watching the ocean. He was bored, there wasn’t anything to do, he thought traveling to the beach was fun. But, it seemed like there was absolutely no one here. Sitting down, he watched the waves wash in and out. He bare feet in the water, he positioned himself with him lying on his arms, watching the sky.
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Canada grinned at an amusing part in his book and snapped it shut as he stood up, commending the page to memory. He decided to walk down the beach, his feet in the water, he was careful to no drop his book though. The lanky man enjoyed the peace and quite, as if was quite a differ from the hectic life in his country. The blond haired man closed his eyes as he walked, he didn’t really like the sun to much at the moment, but he tolerated it.
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China falls back in her snuggle-pillow, the softness of it is enlightening. After such a great Schnouzer film- Schewnegger? Sch- Ewschnougher? Shhh… Shwarzernegar?
“Do you mean, Schwarzenegger?” the screen lit up with a realization.
Oh.
Anywho. It was a great film.
It seemed the air was growing heavier the more time passed, and she hated feeling humid and sticky and hot. Fabric around her didn’t help, so she gave her pillow one last squeeze before kicking it away, making it tumble off the couch. The heat kept wafting itself into her house. If she didn’t do anything, she was going to start perspirating pretty soon.
What month was it again?
She lifted her head up to the Zodiac calendar up in the family room wall(well, it would be a family room if she had one) and read “Year of the-”
That’s wrong! She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. The movie really had wasted all of her focus.
“It’s June.” She thought. “June is-”
She jumped up. “IT’S SUMMER!” She cried, panting with the newfound heat that suddenly appeared in the midst of flower-smell and breeze from yesterday. Yesterday. She should’ve known the seasons in America were different!
Was today the first day of summer?
Anyway, she couldn’t waste such a hot day!
Closing her computer screen, she hopped out of her couch in her day-clothes and quickly threw out a swimsuit from her drawer, stripping and putting it on, she dashed out the door and left all her plans for a lazy “spring” day behind. -
America was tired with all the BS. She got up off the ground and stared at her sand covered clothes. “This was designer.”, she helplessly whined. She stared at the ocean and thought, Surfing…..I wanna surf….I can’t surf in designer though…..I’ll go home and change. America ran home, an eager smile painted her face.
——————————————-When America opened her swimming closet she saw many different colours and types of bikinis. She spent over an hour thinking, and trying on swimsuits until she cam across “the one swim suit that made life until then seem pointless” The top was a light blue ruffled piece, and the bottom was light blue with little slits at the sides. “A light blue bandeau bikini?”, America whispered to her self. “Perfect for this day.” She then ran to her garage to stare at her many surf boards. She chose the dark blue one, with some indie art on the bottom, that matched her bikini perfectly. She ran back to the beach and instantly hopped in the water.
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Canada absently saw someone surfing but he payed no mind, he was enjoying the sun as it warmed his cold skin. The man walked out the surf and traveled across the sand, flipping open his book, starting to read once more.
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Antarctica lay on the sandy beach, helpless against the wicked sun beating down on her skin.
“ehhhhhhh…” she whined,throwing the now too big for her coat over her to block out the sun. -
Canada ignored a small child laying in the sand, and kept reading his book while he walked. The man almost fell over from a small hole in the sand but he righted him self. He grumbled to himself and flipped a page in his book and kept walking, Canada was sure this was the way to his hotel as he walked the opposite direction he was going to get to his spot before.
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Antarctica weakly pushed herself off the ground as some guy walked past, clearly ignoring her.
“WAIT!!” she yelled, mustering the strength to tackle his leg. -
“Putain!” Canada yelled out the French word as he almost was knocked down,”By gosh, what the?” He looked down to see an child clinging to his leg, ahem that child being Antarctica,”What do you want?” He sighed and snapped his book closed, shaking the child off of his leg.
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“YOu have to help me i’m dyiiiiiinnnnng…..” she groaned dramatically, still clinging to the guy’s leg.
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Canada looked over the child,”Antarctica, I assure you are a very much NOT dieing.” He gave the unclaimed territory a sympathetic look though,”I understand how you feel, this weather is almost unbearable.”