✪ A M E R I C A ✪ (Alfred F. Jones) ✪ (
starspangledhero) wrote2010-09-23 10:56 pm
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[voice//action for Marshall street apartments]
[ And you thought you were rid of them. Nope. America hath been Mindbroken, which for you means the return of two very special individuals from America's chip event. Both are America's voice. Don't feel like color coding. MAKE DO WITH HORRENDOUS ACCENTS. ]
Someone tell this fuckwit that he ain't allowed ta go inta peoples' homes an' turn everythin' upside down! It's bad enough that he's doin' it ta my land, but do I have ta suffer this blatant invasion of my rights at every turn?!
It's not your home! Don't make me turn your "Alfred" logic bullshit back on you.
Ya can use that excuse fer the war, but ya sure as hell can't use it here, 'cause it ain't yer house!
Well it "ain't yers" either. It's the American embassy, not the "Confederate Den of Inequity"!
Yer face is a Den'f Inequity.
Go back to your drunken gambling you amoral-- where are you going?!
I'm gonna fix what ya've ruined!
[ A door slams. One of the Americas can be heard screaming through the other side of the door. ]
I'LL PUT THEM RIGHT-SIDE UP AGAIN, YOU PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE CUP HANDLER!
[ The other speaks into the communicator. ]
Beg yer pardon, everyone, but this ain't gonna stand. No way am I gonna let anyone here get roaches crawlin' in their cups and spreadin' consumption. Don't let the Yank in yer room.
[ knock knock.
Here comes the Confederacy to turn the cups in your cupboard rim-down. Or is it the Union to turn them rim-up? You might be able to tell because the Reb's missing shoes and looks rather shabby, but then again, if you don't know jack shit about the American civil war, you'll probably be confused. ...Or you're confused anyway. Perfectly acceptable. ]
Someone tell this fuckwit that he ain't allowed ta go inta peoples' homes an' turn everythin' upside down! It's bad enough that he's doin' it ta my land, but do I have ta suffer this blatant invasion of my rights at every turn?!
It's not your home! Don't make me turn your "Alfred" logic bullshit back on you.
Ya can use that excuse fer the war, but ya sure as hell can't use it here, 'cause it ain't yer house!
Well it "ain't yers" either. It's the American embassy, not the "Confederate Den of Inequity"!
Yer face is a Den'f Inequity.
Go back to your drunken gambling you amoral-- where are you going?!
I'm gonna fix what ya've ruined!
[ A door slams. One of the Americas can be heard screaming through the other side of the door. ]
I'LL PUT THEM RIGHT-SIDE UP AGAIN, YOU PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE CUP HANDLER!
[ The other speaks into the communicator. ]
Beg yer pardon, everyone, but this ain't gonna stand. No way am I gonna let anyone here get roaches crawlin' in their cups and spreadin' consumption. Don't let the Yank in yer room.
[ knock knock.
Here comes the Confederacy to turn the cups in your cupboard rim-down. Or is it the Union to turn them rim-up? You might be able to tell because the Reb's missing shoes and looks rather shabby, but then again, if you don't know jack shit about the American civil war, you'll probably be confused. ...Or you're confused anyway. Perfectly acceptable. ]
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But anyway what Japan wants to see Confederacy again.]
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May I come in?
[ Here's a face that clearly reads "you can either invite me in or I can sneak in later when you're not looking." ]
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Ah... of course.
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And the second the door is open, the Confederacy hurls himself in (politely) and makes a bee-line for the kitchen. ]
Sorry fer the interruption, but Yank insists on havin' things his way even though his way is likely ta hurt people, an' I'm the only one standin' up ta him. And that make me the villain'f history? What bull--
[ He bites down on his tongue to muffle the rest of his sentence. Confederacy has... swearing problems. And gambling problems. And drinking problems. And everything problems. ]
...As England would say on a good day, "what a load'f bullocks."
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[STARING. Following after because YOU DON'T TOUCH A MAN'S KITCHEN.]
What is going on?
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Makin' sure ya won't get roaches crawlin' in yer cups.
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[Watching curiously]
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[ flip flip flip ]
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...Ah, I see. But I always check the cup before I use it..
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Don't mean they haven't been in it.
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And that is basically Japan's face's thoughts.]
A-ah...
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[ THUMBS UP. ]
God knows why Yank doesn't do the same. It ain't like cockroaches can distinguish between a Northerner an' a Southerner like people can. Oh well, it's only what he deserves fer invadin' my house!
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[pause]
However, why are you-- I thought you were both.. Alfred-san now?
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We were. Dunno what happened. Now we're back ta bein'... us, during the war. Guess whatever happened split him up again.
...He'll be back, though. I'm sure'f it.
[ He's not exactly overwhelmed by crushing depression, but he's certainly not happy. More like resigned that he's only going to become a part of something larger than be his own independent nation. ]
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An'... what'f he didn't? What'f it was jus' me an' Yank? ...Hypothetically speaking, 'f course.
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I did not... Ah, I apologize. It is just that you two fight so often.
If you two could get along, I believe that it would take time getting used to, but it would be fine.
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It'd be different than'f we weren't... us. Apart. Different than what yer used ta.
[ He finally turns, managing a smile. ]
It's alright. Like I said: all hypothetical. Ain't any use askin' "what 'f." It'll all go back ta normal soon. In the mean time, I'll be... me.
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Do you have a problem with that?
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Nah. Well, I mean, I have a bit'f a problem not winnin' an' bein' suppressed an' exploited by the North, but'f I stuck around, ya wouldn't have yer friend. Not entirely. So it's only natural ya want thing back ta how they were. An' Alfred's a good guy; bein' him ain't the worst thing in the world.
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Uh. Ya mean right now?
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You, and Union-san, and Alfred-san. It is natural to be sad that not all of you can exist, after meeting you.
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Huh. Aside from my people, yer probably the only one who'll miss me. That's awful nice of ya.
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I MEAN he sure as hell doesn't want three Americas running around, but he is sad to say goodbye.]
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