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Apr 29, 2013 20:30:19 GMT -5 |
Post by ERIN "IRELAND" PATRICK on Apr 29, 2013 20:30:19 GMT -5
[style=width:400px; background-color:#FFF; font-family: Freestyle Script; font-size: 50px; color:#000; border-top: 10px solid #FF7900; border-bottom: 10px solid #FF7900;]September 1783 Erin rolled her eyes. ”If Arthur finds out he’ll just do what he always does. Take away my rights all over again. It’s not like I haven’t seen that before.” [/b] Admittedly she didn’t want what she had gained taken away, but if she was fighting for more that was a risk regardless. If he discovered it now, she’d go ahead with it anyways. If he didn’t she’d go ahead with it and if she did by some chance lose…again, then he would take the rights away anyways. She had so little to lose and so much to gain the choice was an obvious one. ”You’d do that?”[/b] Erin asked with a devious grin. ”Okay…so that’s the plan then. I’ll try to get in to talk to Francis, you can be my back up and make sure Arthur doesn’t figure anything out.”[/b] Erin explained, reiterating the plan to make sure it was clear. Though, much like Alfred, she was pretty sure Francis and Arthur would be far away from each other by now. Erin turned to hear Alfred’s response to her question of time. ”Sounds good then. I would avoid that too if I were you. Too many questions get asked when portraits of major events include people like us.”[/b] She noticed his fidgeting but was intentionally ignoring the desire to ask what his issue was. Erin was so used to demanding what she wants that she had forgotten what it was like to fidget. She was still as impatient as ever, but fidgeting for her was more of a nervous thing than an impatience thing. Generally she just did what she wanted, so there was no need for the impatient waiting. If she was forced to wait she did so the only way she knew how…by pestering the hell out of people. ”That is true. Paris is another option. But I’d rather talk to Francis himself…”[/b] Erin was decided that she would speak to France damn it. Who knows…maybe it’d end with a bit more than a commitment of forces? ”If we tried to sneak out of here, do you think anyone would notice? I mean, if you have time…what’s a meal between two new friends right?”[/b] Erin offered with a devious grin. [/div] TAG: Alfred/Mandee WORDS: 373 OUTFIT: A long forest green gown, thinner set than would be expected given her position and rank. It’s a little rough for wear. Her hair is pulled up, sort of like in the photo. [/style][/style][/center]
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Apr 30, 2013 0:24:46 GMT -5 |
Post by Alfred "America" F. Jones on Apr 30, 2013 0:24:46 GMT -5
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[STYLE=background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff0000; padding: 2px;]tags[/style]Erin [STYLE=background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff0000; padding: 2px]words[/style]348 [STYLE=background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff0000; padding: 2px]notes[/style] I'm sleepy...and yet had the odd idea to finish this up before I head to bed. Go figure. XD[/style] | [STYLE=border-left: #ff0000 1px solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 400px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; border-radius: 0px 0px 50px 0px;] Alfred made a face at Erin's words. "Yeah, I remember what that was like." The key word in that sentence being 'remember'. He'd won his independence, and he hoped that Erin would win hers too.
The corners of his mouth expanded into a grin when Erin questioned whether he was really willing to do what he said. "Of course! I don't mind getting England out of the way for a few moments." It would help Erin out, and Alfred could tease England a bit more in the process. It was a win-win situation for the both of them! Plus Alfred didn't mind helping Erin out a bit. She was in a similar situation to the one he was in prior to this treaty, and he could sympathize with her and understand why she wanted to break free.
"Yeah, that's what Benjamin told me too," He stated with a laugh. He wondered how Benjamin and the others were doing. How long would it take to do the painting, and consequently, how long did Alfred have to roam around? That said, so long as he didn't leave the general area he was fairly certain they wouldn't be too upset.
Apparently Erin was thinking along those same lines, if her next question was any indication.
A small yet mischievous grin came across Alfred's face at once. "I'm not sure, but I'm willing to give it a try." The painting was clearly still at work, and he doubted that too much of a fuss would be made over him cavorting with other nations. In fact, Benjamin and the others might even see it as a good thing, given that setting up diplomacy with others was an important goal for a new country.
"Did you have anything in particular in mind?" If not, hee didn't mind exploring. He would do so on his own if he were so inclined, but seeing as he had company why not ask her to join him if she didn't have something specific?[/style] |
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May 25, 2013 19:21:42 GMT -5 |
Post by ERIN "IRELAND" PATRICK on May 25, 2013 19:21:42 GMT -5
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[style= font-family: arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight:bold; color: #FF7900; text-transform: uppercase; height: 50px; line-height:80%; text-align: center;] We gotta hide what we're doin' 'cause what would they say
Erin grinned diabolically in response. That’s right! What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him! Why hadn’t she thought of that? Well…maybe she had, either way she was going to claim that she came up with it later. No way this new nation was coming up with better ideas than she was!
”Okay! So…I’ll try to track down either France or Paris, propose my idea and see what I can get in response. You’ll run interference in case Arthur gets involved.”
[/b] She said, reiterating the plan. The tone she used to say Arthur was very malicious. She was still quite angry with him right now. Then again, when wasn’t she?! But this time…how dare he!!?! He’d have squashed her brutally…how could he not do this same to this…this…Foreigner!?! Oh no! Erin realized she was starting to take a liking to this Alfred guy. It’d be best if she came up with some dirt to insult him with later. Erin nodded absently at Alfred as he confirmed it’d be a while yet. Hearing the number of people posing for the picture was a relief at least. Paintings took time…and that many people took even longer! Erin caught Alfred’s fidgeting and gave her head a shake with an amused smile. ”Want to go for a walk perhaps?”[/b] she offered. ”As long as I don’t run into Arthur, I don’t care if he hears I was here later…”[/b] The girl popped her head out the door again to check the coast was clear. Her bright green hair was more than a little identifying and the less who saw it the better. Hell, people on the street regularly gawked if she was out and about…so she often spent more time staying in than wandering. It helped when it was wrapped up and properly styled to keep it a smaller size. At least the people of Dublin in her regular haunts had stopped asking, but here in France she stood out strongly. If anyone saw her it was likely to get back to Arthur. She needed to avoid that for now… [/div] DATE: September 1783 TAG: Alfred/Mandee WORDS: 345 LYRICS: "I think we’re alone now" By Tiffany OUTFIT: A long forest green gown, thinner set than would be expected given her position and rank. It’s a little rough for wear. Her hair is pulled up, sort of like in the photo.
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May 26, 2013 0:24:18 GMT -5 |
Post by Alfred "America" F. Jones on May 26, 2013 0:24:18 GMT -5
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[STYLE=background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff0000; padding: 2px;]tags[/style]Erin [STYLE=background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff0000; padding: 2px]words[/style]360 [STYLE=background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff0000; padding: 2px]notes[/style] Here, have a quick response. =D[/style] | [STYLE=border-left: #ff0000 1px solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 400px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; border-radius: 0px 0px 50px 0px;] Alfred nodded when Erin reiterated the plan, a frown coming across his own face at Arthur's name. Erin wasn't the only one with anger directed toward Arthur. Alfred achieved a much sought after victory, but that didn't mean that their hard feelings toward each other were pushed aside. If anything, Alfred's victory made them that much stronger.
Having only been painted a couple of times himself, Alfred only had a vague idea of how long it took for a picture to be completed. The largest picture he'd posed for consisted of three people, and he was certainly squirming in his seat by the end of that one. He was surprised the picture turned out as well as it had, considering.
Though he wouldn't be looking at that picture for quite a while - It was a painting of himself with Arthur and Matthew. Given the climate between Arthur and Alfred, and the fact that Matthew remained loyal to Arthur...
Alfred smiled at Erin's invitation. He wondered if perhaps she had as difficult of a time staying still has he did. Then again, maybe she just didn't want to stick around. She mentioned not wanting to be seen, right? Sure enough, Erin's next words confirmed this suspicion - She did not want to be seen by Arthur.
"Sure, it'll be nice to stretch out my legs! So much sitting around here." Alfred knew there were reasons why they needed to remain seated, but Alfred wasn't much of a fan of sitting for long periods of time. The fact that he did not have to sit in for the painting was more of a blessing than a frustration, as he knew he wouldn't be able to take it, especially given his state of excitement. Fortunately, Benjamin and the others realized this. Even though only Benjamin Franklin, John Adams, and John Jay knew who he actually was. "Where to?" Alfred liked taking the lead, but he hadn't the faintest clue where they were and what was around. Therefore, he decided to let Erin have the honors.[/style] |
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May 27, 2013 9:49:38 GMT -5 |
Post by ERIN "IRELAND" PATRICK on May 27, 2013 9:49:38 GMT -5
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[style= font-family: arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight:bold; color: #FF7900; text-transform: uppercase; height: 50px; line-height:80%; text-align: center;] We gotta hide what we're doin' 'cause what would they say
It seemed to Erin that a lot of people had issues with Arthur of some sort. She assumed it was because of his inclination to be an asshole most of the time. He had a genuinely enjoyable personality when you set aside his need to dominate all nations and life...okay, that was melodramatic, but with what the British Empire was at its peak it could be considered justified melodrama. Erin still found herself adoring Arthur as much as she hated him, it was a vicious cycle. At the moment, the hatred outweighed the love though.
Erin had several paintings of herself back at home in Dublin. Some of them had Arthur in them but in most of them she was alone or with various leaders of her country. They stayed in her house and never really left. People would ask too many questions if they were looked at too closely. Especially since many of them dated back as far as nearly 600 years ago. It tends to draw attention when someone appears in multiple time periods; the curse of being a nation really. There was so much caution involved. As a result of these many sittings over the years, Erin knew just how quickly an individual could be rendered, and just how long it could sometimes take. It all depended on the details. Her and Alfred could have mere minutes left until it was done and over with, or they could have more than an hour. She was of course unaware of the quality of the artist hired for the painting.
Alfred’s fidgeting had to be very evident for Erin to have noticed. After all, the girl was severely lacking in observational skills, often needing things spelled out for her. She didn’t have issues sitting still, but she was getting a little irked by his frequent shifting. It wasn’t something she was used to. She was also planning to use a walk to slip out of the building to a small tavern that a few blocks from here. She knew from past visits that the food was usually excellent. Their stew was good last time, but lacking potatoes...apparently they were not deemed edible here at the time.
Erin gave him a slight smile at his complaint of sitting around. ”You don’t sit on political things very often do you?”
[/b] she inquired, pushing the door fully open. She took a moment to slip her under his elbow as she answered the where to question. ”I figure a walk to that meal I suggested. There is a lovely tavern with great food not too far from here. its a few blocks over.”[/b] Erin offered, hoping he would take the suggestion. None of the food here in France utilized enough potatoes, but recently there had been a push happening for potatoes as a an edible food source. Erin was hoping that the lovely food from last time would be made with potatoes this time...maybe they were an early adopter of the potato? She doubted it, but a girl could hope. [/div] DATE: September 1783 TAG: Alfred/Mandee WORDS: 507 LYRICS: "I think we’re alone now" By Tiffany OUTFIT: A long forest green gown, thinner set than would be expected given her position and rank. It’s a little rough for wear. Her hair is pulled up, sort of like in the photo.
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May 30, 2013 0:24:44 GMT -5 |
Post by Alfred "America" F. Jones on May 30, 2013 0:24:44 GMT -5
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[STYLE=background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff0000; padding: 2px;]tags[/style]Erin [STYLE=background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff0000; padding: 2px]words[/style]332 [STYLE=background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff0000; padding: 2px]notes[/style] Nada[/style] | [STYLE=border-left: #ff0000 1px solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 400px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; border-radius: 0px 0px 50px 0px;] What few pictures Alfred did have of himself at that point were several years old. There was little chance to pose for a portrait in the middle of a war. He'd have to pose for another portrait soon, s his most recent depicted him at a physical age of eight. His physical age effectively doubled in the time that passed since. He was no fan of sitting for the length of time that it took to get one's likeness down, and felt that someone needed to come up with a better way - Preferably one that was faster.
Alfred bristled at Erin's observation. Was it that obvious? "No, I don't," he commented. How could he, when Arthur handled everything until recently? "As a colony, I had little reason to. Arthur made most of the decisions for me. Just one of many reasons we fought." He smiled. "It's different now. The papers are signed. I'm representing myself now. No more virtual representation!"
He failed to realize that talking about his success was doing no wonders in helping Erin to cope with her own situation. If anything, it was giving her more reason to act. His success would have that effect on a few others as well, though he did not realize it just yet.
Alfred nearly recoiled in surprise when he felt Erin's arm link with his. Were all Europeans this touchy-feely with those they'd just met? The question immediately died on his lips following Erin's next statement. Meal? Food? Alfred's stomach gave a pronounced rumble. It was far too soon after Valley Forge for Alfred to turn down a blatant offer of good food. Not that he would turn down food often before then. He enjoyed eating, what could he say?
"Let's walk." He grinned, starting off down the hall. He did not even chance a glance to see if the coast was clear before setting off.[/style] |
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May 30, 2013 9:45:34 GMT -5 |
Post by ERIN "IRELAND" PATRICK on May 30, 2013 9:45:34 GMT -5
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[style= font-family: arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight:bold; color: #FF7900; text-transform: uppercase; height: 50px; line-height:80%; text-align: center;] We gotta hide what we're doin' 'cause what would they say
Erin didn’t even notice that she had in any way potentially offended Alfred or hit on a particularly fussy topic. She just knew that she had spent years sitting in on legal meetings and political ones too. Arthur didn’t sit in on those for her...not usually. Ireland had made her own decisions on many things despite being ruled over by England. To be fair though, Erin had many more years than Alfred to get that experience. The girl could sit still if she needed to, even if she generally preferred not to. It was better to rule over herself as much as possible, even if sitting through it was boring.
Erin’s face darkened a bit at hearing that Arthur did it all for him. ”He really didn’t let you sit in? I guess that is the difference, I was never really a colony. I was ruled by Arthur...but I did handle a lot of my own affairs, even if the Parliament system was broken and allowed for English interference.”
[/b] Erin thought about it more closely. She was a kingdom and added to Great Britain as such. She did have a say in certain things...but in all the things that mattered England was in charge. So perhaps she was basically a colony, just not given the name of colony? There was also location to consider because Erin was right next door to Britain she was far from considered foreign, whereas Alfred could be considered such. A colony like Alfred would be great for economy and trade, not to mention resources. Erin had little to offer Arthur that he didn’t already have. So...was she just taken over as a surrounding area with defensive purposes in mind? Or did he do it just for the kicks!?! Was he still doing it for the kicks? This didn’t help Erin’s mindset at all... Erin grasped onto the little bit about Alfred doing all his own representing. That was what she wanted. He got it, so why couldn’t she? It always came back to that. A full circle. What did Alfred do that Erin didn’t? What was the difference between them? Now she had something new. Alfred had no control before, so it’s no wonder his people were more inclined to revolt. Perhaps hers were not fighting as hard because they didn’t feel nearly as slighted. Perhaps the illusion of having some control was making them resentful but not quite to the point of really fighting for it. She’d be sure to look into that possibility as soon as she got the chance. The military and location issues still hadn’t occurred to her as part of the real problem with gaining her independence. Erin gave Alfred a stern look when he recoiled and sort of held on so he couldn’t go far. Erin wasn’t afraid of new people and certainly not of Alfred. In some ways she could almost see him as like a child given how young he was. Despite the dramatic height difference, leaving him towering above her, he was about as intimidating to Erin as a lovely potato dish...and just as pleasant to look at. Erin laughed lightly when she heard his stomach respond instead of his mouth. ”Well that’s settled. When did you last eat!?!”[/b] she inquired. Just over 40 years ago, Erin experienced a severe potato famine. Her people were starving and it led to Erin’s fear of going hungry. As soon as she felt a light pang that told her she was hungry, the discomfort started. If she didn’t eat soon she’d start to panic...pathetic really. As a result, she was looking forward to eating to prevent that feeling...she’d never let her stomach get to the point of grumbling again. Erin had just checked the hall and wasn’t afraid to just start moving. ”So if you had to choose a meal to have right now, what would you eat? I’d love a nice steaming dish of seasoned potatoes!”[/b] Erin told him her eyes lighting up at the idea. [/div] DATE: September 1783 TAG: Alfred/Mandee WORDS: 668 LYRICS: "I think we’re alone now" By Tiffany OUTFIT: A long forest green gown, thinner set than would be expected given her position and rank. It’s a little rough for wear. Her hair is pulled up, sort of like in the photo. NOTES: A heads-up. Potatoes were generally considered a food for animals in the United States until 1872. Alfred may find her choice in food dish a little strange...
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