A few feathers too short [ABBEY]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/QPWDW.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8][style=text-align:left; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; margin-top: 150px; background-image: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png); color:#ffffff; text-transform:uppercase; width:345px; margin-left: -2px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]To feel pain when you get hurt, or to weep when you feel agonized, that kind of natural emotion is nothing to be embarrassed about.[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 10px; width: 380px;text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px;]Perhaps, it was that nostalgic feeling, or perhaps it was just a fleeting moment, but as soon as the two, neighboring nations started with their childish banter did the blonde-haired Capitol decided that she'll need some fresh air and, if they still haven't decide to stop by the time she returns, come back with something to hit on them in the head. Perhaps the book she was carrying a while ago would work, she thought with a sigh, shaking her head and walking out of the building, at least it's not raining compared to the last time she was here. "Perhaps I should have told them about it," The blonde-haired capital mused, rubbing her forehead with her thumb and index finger in hopes to relax her a bit. "Mon dieu, if this goes on I would definitely grow old and ugly in few years~" She wailed more to herself, her sapphire optics lingering at the streets of London. Paris was not entirely notified that France will be heading to England and only did she realized that it was for nothing that the pretty Capital knew why she was not told about it. It appears she have wasted her time in rushing in hopes that she was missing an important meeting as soon as the blonde-haired female arrived, opening the door and noticing that France was nothing more than bickering and teasing England. Typical. It was a good thing they didn't notice her (much), otherwise she would have decided to pick up a book and smack both of them with it, even if she doesn't really want to do that to dear France. Nothing she could do about it, it's not like it'll damper her spirit or anything to begin with. Well, Caroline de Beaumont thought to herself, staring back at the streets with a small blink, looking around. "I could just wait," She murmured to herself with a sigh, scratching her cheeks with her delicate fingers. "Or... go around the park, at least." Again, it was rare for the capital of France to actually visit the capital of England, but nobody's exactly complaining as of why she bothered to do so since it pretty much means that she must have something to do with France visiting. Figures. [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes... I figured these two would meet. Somewhere. tag... LONDON location... LONDON, ENGLAND lyrics... Pierrot by Hatsune Miku credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] I'm not living in an ordinary world 'Cause I'm not your ordinary good girl Abbey had not been informed that France was coming over. If she had then she probably would have left the house and not returned until it was deemed safe. She knew he and Arthur would probably be arguing for hours, and so maybe she could sneak out or something. So far, she had been hiding in her room avoiding the conversation, but it was getting a little boring in there by herself. Did she want to risk going downstairs and getting caught in the conversation though? Definitely didn’t want to, but would they notice her? She actually almost doubted they would, but she wasn’t going to exactly take that chance. Thus she opened her window and dropped onto the yard. It was about then that she realized Paris was actually here, and that she probably should have looked before she jumped in case someone had been standing there. Oh well, nobody was and so she was perfectly fine with just dropping to the front yard. ”Oh…hello when did you get here?” she asked the other capital who was apparently talking to herself at the moment. It really wasn’t all that surprising, all the spirits were at least a little crazy in some form or another. ”Ready for that shopping trip? I’d rather not get dragged into their nonsense at the moment to be honest.” she asked with a small smile. After all, from the way Paris was talking it didn’t sound like she really had anything better to do. Actually, it sounded like she was trying to figure out something to do, so she was going to at least suggest they go shopping. Sure it might be a little different shopping in London as opposed to Paris, but it shouldn’t be too bad. Though she was sure the girl was going to try and get her into something more ‘fashionable’ or something. Really, the capital didn’t particularly care about fashion all that much, she liked her clothes and was comfortable in them. A change probably wouldn’t kill her, well actually it technically couldn’t, but that didn’t mean she would be particularly thrilled beyond reason about it. Either way, it would at least keep them from having to watch their respective nations arguing like children. That was her entire point of leaving, and she was assuming the same of Caroline. Why else be out front pondering about where to go after all? Thus, now she just had to wait to see if they were going to go shopping for a while. Maybe they could even whap the two nations with pillows when they came back. That could be interesting if nothing else. 441 / Caroline / bwee [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/QPWDW.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8][style=text-align:left; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; margin-top: 150px; background-image: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png); color:#ffffff; text-transform:uppercase; width:345px; margin-left: -2px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]To feel pain when you get hurt, or to weep when you feel agonized, that kind of natural emotion is nothing to be embarrassed about.[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 10px; width: 380px;text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px;]Just as she waited, the blonde-haired capitol blinked for a bit, as if something of impending danger was coming on her way, and it didn't took her too long enough before she heard something opened and only did she looked up could she knew what it means. Luckily, she stepped to the side just in time for the other capital to jump down from where she is, an annoyed frown adorning on Paris' face as she only made a 'tut tut' sound with her arms cross and head shaking side-to-side before she sighed and decided that it's better than nothing. Well, at least, compared to England, she seems a bit more bearable to hang out with, not that she's saying anything about the British male or anything. "Bonjour, mon ami." It was a common courtesy to greet someone before actually engaging herself in a conversation and, right now, Caroline seems to be in a chatty mood as of late. "Seriously, you could have hurt yourself." She said with a mild irritation in her tone, tilting her head to the side as she looked at the other female before her. "Oh, not too long ago. I assume the fact that I was only worrying for nothing that I decided to stay here." She explained, scratching her cheeks with her slender finger. At the mention of shopping, the short-haired Parisian brighten a smile, hands clasping together as her eyes brighten at the idea, something better than just wasting time in the park doing absolutely nothing but to wait till she gets bored and go back home. "Oh, C'est Magnefique!" The female smiled, already ready to leave and have the other capital lead her to their shopping district. Compared to Paris', London's isn't so bad as well, though the lack of actual fashion stores and boutiques made it a bit of a challenge for her to actually have the woman dress something more fashionable instead of having those drab, but she's not exactly complaining on her fashion sense, just wanting to help her be a little more pleasing to the eyes. "What a very nice idea," Paris squealed, clasping her hands together. "It has been a while since I walk around the streets for shopping, maybe I can bring home some souvenir to decorate my house a bit." She mused, placing her hands behind her as she began to walk slowly but not far enough so Abbey could still direct her on where they are going. "So, how are things? It must be such a splendid day that you decided to ditch Anglettere and accompany me, oui?" Paris spoke in a mild sarcasm, the fact that the few things these two agree upon most of the time would be on England and France's constant arguments (it always escalated from something minuscule to something troublesome, if not crazy, when these two would meet around), but that didn't stop her from actually having a decent conversation with her fellow capital. [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes... I would laugh if, by the end of their shopping, Paris and London will have to end up smacking the two some in the head. XD tag... LONDON location... LONDON, ENGLAND lyrics... Pierrot by Hatsune Miku credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] I'm not living in an ordinary world 'Cause I'm not your ordinary good girl London jumped down to the grass from her window and found Paris standing there. Well, that was either incredibly good timing, or some sort of weird coincidence. Either way, it would work out for the both of them. While they got along, they did not get along with one another’s country and so they could both avoid dealing with said country if they left for somewhere together. She was greeted by the other capital and smiled. Then it was stated that she could have hurt herself and shrugged slightly. ”It’s not that far of a fall, and I’ve jumped from there before so I know how to land.” she said with a smile and another shrug. It wasn’t as if she was jumping from any higher than the second floor, and she doubted that she would injure herself from such a height. They were a little more resilient than your average person after all, so they bounced back pretty easily too. A sprained ankle was not exactly a huge ordeal to them. Either way, she probably could have taken the stairs like a normal person would have. Too late for that now and thus she would just have to deal with her decision to jump out the window. She suggested shopping to pass the time, and figured now was as good of a time as ever to take the trip they had talked about through texts. Originally it was probably supposed to be shopping in Paris because there was far more of that capital’s interests there and Abbey wasn’t really all that particular about clothes. Though she did have a suspicion that she might end up with something she may never wear by the end of this trip. Oh well, she would try to find something she liked that was slightly out of her normal outfits at least. That was all she could do, was try there were no promises that she would actually find something. ”I mean, this isn’t Paris, but there’s plenty of places to shop, I’m sure we’ll find something you deem more interesting?” she offered with a slight smile. There were certainly enough places to keep them busy for quite some time. Hopefully it would keep them busy long enough that she wouldn’t have to deal with bickering from their nations. How long could they possibly go before they got bored of it and gave up for the day? Hearing Caroline, London smiled slightly. Seemed she was thrilled with the idea of shopping. The souvenir suggestion was an interesting too. ”Depending on what you are possibly looking for I can suggest a few places maybe. Unless you just want to try and go in all of the stores we can, which is fine too.” she said with a smile. Once Paris started walking, Abbey turned and moved to catch up to her so they could walk together. The statement that was drizzled with some sarcasm got a slight laugh. ”You know how they are. The bickering gets annoying fast, and I don’t particularly like being the target of your country’s lewd comments.” she noted idly. ”I didn’t originally have a plan, but since you’re here I figure we could go shopping and keep ourselves busy until they get bored of picking on one another for stupid things.” she said with a shrug. It was true enough that it usually started pretty trivial and then tended to escalate. Hopefully they wouldn’t have to stop any actual fights when they got back and it will have solved itself by then. 592/ Caroline / gory movies to iron chef. psh [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/QPWDW.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8][style=text-align:left; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; margin-top: 150px; background-image: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png); color:#ffffff; text-transform:uppercase; width:345px; margin-left: -2px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]To feel pain when you get hurt, or to weep when you feel agonized, that kind of natural emotion is nothing to be embarrassed about.[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 10px; width: 380px;text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px;]"Still a bit too unlady-like." It wasn't that she disagrees with her, it's just that she finds it as she says; unlady-like. Then again, Caroline can't just start judging which is lady-like and which isn't since she, herself, is not even perfect and hates admitting it. It just so happens that only a few within her circle of influence knew about it, and she means most of those in France and not much else. Just too bad France, too, is unaware about it as well so the possibility for London to know some of her well-hidden secrets are little to nil. Not really complaining but it's best if few would know, less complications with life as one would say. Dismissing the thought, the blonde-haired Parisian merely waved a hand as she gave the female a light push to the direction of their shopping district- where ever it is- while trying to catch up with the female capital. "Nonsense! As long as there's a place to shop, I'm sure there's always something interesting and chique to buy!" Paris said with an air of dignity on her voice, already formulating on her mind what she will plan to do with Abbey. Yeah, forcing her to wear and buy something might be something good (despite her not liking it one bit) but, then again, she could try to buy something that might bring France's attention back to her. Maybe a industrial-strength rope or something. "Oui," The female chimed out with a graceful smile on her face, hands clasped together in delight. "I do enjoy a good place to shop," She added in a mild, sing-song tone of her voice. "Oh, that's just how France's nature is to almost everyone." It has gotten to the point that it annoys her slight but Caroline doesn't seem to harbor ill-feelings to this habit of his, even funny sometimes, but she is aware of what the other blonde mean. "I suppose countries like them have bigger troubles than what us capitals have," Caroline justified with a mild sigh escaping her mouth. "Maybe if I buy something to smack some senses into their head, perhaps," the female mused with a dark chuckle before she realized that she was in a public place and waved a hand on it. "Oh, you know I was just joking!" Somewhat. "That reminds me, how are things around here as of late?" And, there's the actual topic they're suppose to start minutes ago. [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes... Late post is late. tag... LONDON location... LONDON, ENGLAND lyrics... Pierrot by Hatsune Miku credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA[/style]