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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 11, 2010 1:33:56 GMT -5
It was... odd.
He had one of his favorite books, The Canterbury Tales, and was nearing his favorite scene.
The weather was perfect - not too cold, or too hot.
He was free for the entire day, as he'd already finished his homework like the diligent student he was.
In other words, the day was absolutely perfect. And yet...
Arthur frowned, setting his book down on his lap with a sigh. Nothing felt right. He felt out of place, bored, and just... restless. Perhaps he was getting sick, or maybe... no. He was not lonely; that would be ridiculous! He didn't need anyone to keep him company.
No, not at all...
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jun 11, 2010 20:58:21 GMT -5
Alfred was ambling along in his casual American way, a wide, slightly foolish grin on his face and a nice, warm hamburger in one of his large hands. The beautiful sun and a clear sky was all he needed to be happy, and so he was in a perfect mood on this day; his steps felt especially soft against the short, carefully cut grass of the school's lawn.
Something, or rather someone, caught his eye all of a sudden. The American paused, blinked, and did a double-take. There sat England, putting a book in his lap at just the right moment, it seemed to Alfred.
"HEY, IGGY!" he shouted obnoxiously, waving his free arm like a madman, although he was only a few feet away. This was his usual greeting. He never bothered to be quiet when he saw someone he knew, no matter how many times he was told to keep his voice down, and besides, it was too great of a chance to pass up.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 11, 2010 22:44:00 GMT -5
Arthur flinched in surprise, and immediately grimaced upon seeing who the loud voice belonged to. Oh, sweet Elizabeth... of all that people that could have passed him by, did it have to be Alfred?
"Lower your bloody voice, you git!" Arthur yelled back, resisting the urge to hide his face in embarrassment. A small, almost nonexistent part of him hoped that Alfred would come on over as he always did and offer some company, but the more rational part of his mind - the part that liked having blonde, not white, hair - was begging whoever ruled the universe to keep the American far, far away.
After all, it wasn't as if he was lonely.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jun 12, 2010 21:45:56 GMT -5
"I just wanted to hang out, Arthur~!" Alfred immediately shifted gears and started walking over to his friend like he usually did. He took a large bite out of his burger and chewed slowly, savoring the amazing flavors of the meat, cheese, tomatoes, and lettuce.
The American nearly tripped on his way and was inches from having Iggy meet his partially-eaten burger face first. "Shorry about tat," he apologized, straightening himself up and grinning widely, pieces of the fast food he had been eating partially visible through the gap between his lips.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 13, 2010 6:42:19 GMT -5
Arthur grimaced, lifting up a hand to block the American's mouth from his view.
"Chew with your mouth closed, damn it!" he growled, thoroughly disgusted. "Don't you have any manners?!"
Really, where had the little Alfred, the cute one that used to always look up to him with innocent blue eyes and listen to every word he said, gone?
The Briton paused his thoughts for a moment, before sighing and shuffling a bit to the side. He supposed Alfred still did have that innocence, no matter how many terrible things he went through in the past. In all honesty, Arthur was glad; it meant that, no matter how obnoxious and irritating the American seemed, deep inside, he'd still be the same Alfred F. Jones.
"Sit down," Arthur grumbled, putting a little effort into making his words sound forced. "People are going to stare if you just hover over me like that, and Lord knows you attract enough attention as is."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jun 13, 2010 22:48:26 GMT -5
Alfred ignored Arthur's complaints and insults and continued to eat, waiting until he said something worthwhile so he could react to it heroically. After a little bit, he heard "sit down" so immediately he sat next to his friend and began to strike up a conversation with him, hamburger in mouth and all.
"Sho, whashup, Iggy, anyting nu?" he tried to say. "I great, excshept for mehbe Iban, but ish alright. Haf joo seen Allie?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 14, 2010 3:34:17 GMT -5
Arthur's hand twitched, and he had to resist the urge to smack the American upside the head. Was it that hard to speak after chewing?
"I taught you better manners than that, you git!" he growled, staying his hand and instead opting to shoot the taller blonde a glare. "And no, I haven't seen her! I have better things to do than stalk that crazy prat."
Of course, it was a lie. While he didn't necessarily stalk the girl, he did occasionally ask the teachers how she and Alfred were doing.
...Not that he cared for them any more than a friend of sorts, really. It was just out of habit. Yeah.
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Post by Alexandra F. Jones on Jun 14, 2010 21:28:46 GMT -5
Allie F. Jones was not procrastinating on that pile of homework she had gathered. Nope. Not at all. She was just... merely saving it for a more opportune time! There was nothing bad about that! After all, heroes always knew how to come in at the best of times to make the best appearances! And well, now just wasn't the time to be doing that stinky homework anyways.
The sun was out. The sky was blue. She wanted to be outside! Not stuck in some sort of stuffy room! It was just too gorgeous of a day to waste time spending it inside! Or studying. In fact, it was the perfect weather to play... baseball!
The American girl was dressed in a tank top and short blue jean shorts. And there was a baseball hat on top of her shoulder-length blonde hair. She was ready to play ball! Even had an athletic-looking bag to complete the look! Now she just needed to recruit someone to play. Where was Al when she needed him? He was always up for a good game of baseball!
She wandered the grounds for people, but saw no one who would be interested... until hey wait?
Speak of the devil.
Was that Al? With Artie?
Perfect!
Energetically jogging up to her brother and friend (even if they did fight all the time) she joined the two of them. Her blue eyes caught that hamburger that Al had. Dammit! She was jealous! But she knew better than to come between a Jones and their burger. It was a sacred bond that could not be disturbed in any fashion. So she would just flash him a brilliant smile. Even though he'd probably know from the way she smiling she wanted that damned burger.
However she did heard that last comment about the manners from Eyebrows. "Pffft. Going on about your manners again? What year do you live in, old man? The Victorian Age. Welcome to the 21st century, where everything is too fast paced to worry about not talking with our mouth's full!" Allie proclaimed as she heroically posed. She was the perfect image of the heroine she so strived to be!
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