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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Jan 29, 2011 0:12:28 GMT -5
Feliks opened his eyes once he heard Lithuania's voice but wasn't able to see him at first for Ivan was obstructing his view. Looking mortified, he watched as Ivan turned around and had given Toris the first hit for "ruining our fun" and hearing the sound of his barely audible wimper, Feliks' blood began to boil causing him to snap out of the trance he was in and took off one of his stilettos and lept out of the tub onto Ivan's back and started hitting him with the heel and pulled his hair.
(No, I don't think so either. Forgive me for this crappy post and the run on sentence.)
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 29, 2011 18:24:44 GMT -5
As Feliks jumped on Ivan's back he swung his pipe around trying to get him off. Getting hit with heels stung a little. He wacked Felik's back with his pipe, in an attempt to get him off. If not he would just back up and into a wall and slam him against it.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Jan 29, 2011 21:45:27 GMT -5
Feliks could tell Ivan was getting irritated because he was swinging his pipe around aimlessly but he continued to attack him, soon one of the swings made contact with his back and knocked the wind out of him leaving him to drop his shoe breathless even so he resumed holding on grasping his hands around Ivan's neck determined not to give up.
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 30, 2011 14:41:59 GMT -5
Frowning at his failed attempts Ivan backed up into the wall slamming the breathless Pole into it. He grabbed Feliks hands and threw them off from his neck. "That wasn't very nice." he said holding his pipe over Feliks. He paused. "How about we get lunch, da?" he said walking out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.
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Post by Toris Laurinaitis on Jan 30, 2011 21:04:03 GMT -5
"L-Lunch? I-Ivan, you are so strange, you're attitude changes so often..." Toris cut in, after watching this whole ordeal of his master and best friend. "It's like if nothing just happened..."
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 30, 2011 21:41:45 GMT -5
Ivan turned to Toris. "Make us lunch, da?" he asked smiling down at the smaller country. "Something with vodka would be nice."
(Ack....so short....sorry)
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Post by Toris Laurinaitis on Jan 30, 2011 21:58:34 GMT -5
Toris sighed, "As you wish, sir." He wandered into the kitchen to figure out what would be good with vodka, even though Ivan had just been drunk out of his mind. Though, Toris didn't care. He was glad that Ivan didn't hurt him more than he had a bit before.
((I can't think of anything to write > <))
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Feb 12, 2011 18:59:31 GMT -5
Poland sat on the floor confused on the sudden turn of events. "Liet, do you like know what just happened? Why am I not dead yet?"
(Sorry it's so short and that I havn't posted in awhile I've been really busy. Please forgive me.)
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Post by Toris Laurinaitis on Feb 13, 2011 22:21:56 GMT -5
"I... I don't know, Feliks. Normally, Ivan would have dislocated someones shoulder or tied their innards together by now... Maybe he's feeling sick.." Toris replied, pouring vodka into a glass and looking down, thinking heavily about what might be wrong with his "master"
((Blelelele XD))
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