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starspangledhero) wrote2010-09-05 01:57 am
starspangledhero) wrote2010-09-05 01:57 am
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[video; english] WRONG KNOWLTON, AMERICA
[ Unlike just about everyone else in Discedo, America's looking pretty excited right now. And sick. Not too bad, but he didn't make things better with self-medication, so he'll be breathing a little heavily and probably pausing for breath every once in a while. ]
Why didn't anyone tell me Thomas Knowlton showed up?! Well, okay, Japan just did, but I mean before that! It's one thing to miss running after a plane because I'm busy dying of food poisoning--seriously, I'm never eating foreign food again--but I would've grabbed a bucket and sprinted if I knew he was here! Ya hear that Thomas?! Not even smallpox would've stopped me!
[ COUGH okay he has to take a minute here to recover. ]
Or... or the flu. Whatever. I hate colds. Hardly ever get 'em back home, which is good, 'cause even when it's not the economy, human meds don't do jack for me, last like, ten minutes... ah.
Yeah! So you guys know how I'm all awesome at espionage and stuff? You have Knowlton to thank for starting that.
[ America sighs wistfully, staring off into space with a stupid grin on his face. ]
He's one of those types that wouldn't order men into battle; he'd lead. Always in step right along beside me. That was only in battle though; he was even better undercover! Got a good amount of dirt on England with his help. Even at the end, he didn't falter.
[ His eyes snap back into focus and the guys looks even more elated, if possible. He's practically wiggling in his seat from sheer excitement. He's like a dog who wiggles half of its body when it's wagging its tail. ]
Been 193 years since I've seen him! I lost a lot of good men in the Revolutionary War, yeah, but now I'll actually get to see one again! I never thought I would! Hope more of my people of the past show up. More importantly, I gotta show Thomas a good time. I can't let him think his country isn't gonna go out for a drink with him after he died for me. It's the least I can do to honor his contribution to my Intelligence and independence.
I'll... [ Another long pause to breathe. America shakes his head. ] Deal with the washers and... everything else when I'm not welcoming a patriot when my head feels like it's full of cotton and my stomach's doing cartwheels.
Thomas, if ya hear this, make your way over to Marshall Street!
Why didn't anyone tell me Thomas Knowlton showed up?! Well, okay, Japan just did, but I mean before that! It's one thing to miss running after a plane because I'm busy dying of food poisoning--seriously, I'm never eating foreign food again--but I would've grabbed a bucket and sprinted if I knew he was here! Ya hear that Thomas?! Not even smallpox would've stopped me!
[ COUGH okay he has to take a minute here to recover. ]
Or... or the flu. Whatever. I hate colds. Hardly ever get 'em back home, which is good, 'cause even when it's not the economy, human meds don't do jack for me, last like, ten minutes... ah.
Yeah! So you guys know how I'm all awesome at espionage and stuff? You have Knowlton to thank for starting that.
[ America sighs wistfully, staring off into space with a stupid grin on his face. ]
He's one of those types that wouldn't order men into battle; he'd lead. Always in step right along beside me. That was only in battle though; he was even better undercover! Got a good amount of dirt on England with his help. Even at the end, he didn't falter.
[ His eyes snap back into focus and the guys looks even more elated, if possible. He's practically wiggling in his seat from sheer excitement. He's like a dog who wiggles half of its body when it's wagging its tail. ]
Been 193 years since I've seen him! I lost a lot of good men in the Revolutionary War, yeah, but now I'll actually get to see one again! I never thought I would! Hope more of my people of the past show up. More importantly, I gotta show Thomas a good time. I can't let him think his country isn't gonna go out for a drink with him after he died for me. It's the least I can do to honor his contribution to my Intelligence and independence.
I'll... [ Another long pause to breathe. America shakes his head. ] Deal with the washers and... everything else when I'm not welcoming a patriot when my head feels like it's full of cotton and my stomach's doing cartwheels.
Thomas, if ya hear this, make your way over to Marshall Street!
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[ HEAVY SIGH. Still sick. ]
I guess... nap 'til he comes over here.
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You wanna nap too?
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Ahh, there is no need.
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[ WHINNNNEEEE ]
I don't wanna be sick and alone!
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[ The thought that he might get Japan sick doesn't cross his mind. Douche. ]
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But you are brothers!
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If you insist...
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[ SNIFFLE WHEEZE and yet he still has the power to grab Japan's wrists and drag him towards the bedroom. His movements are slow and sluggish but he manages.
And once they're inside, America promptly kicks his jeans off (hey, it's comfier to sleep in underwear, okay?), flops on the bed, and gropes for his bottle of magic pills. By magic pills, I of course mean morphine. ]
If you want PJs or anything, I've got some spares in the drawer.
[ Considering America's laundry is everywhere in the room except the drawers, it might be a challenge. ]
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Surely your clothes would be too large.
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[ pointing across the room while simultaneously fumbling for a pill or two. ]
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It's going to suppress his breathing and make it uncomfortable but hey at least he won't give a fuck. ]
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and return in lovely pajamas. He left his clothes folded neatly somewhere. sob.]
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