Too much talking last night made me think about - mostly about my Egypt character. So while I did a relationship meme already, I'm begging(?) for more input on how I play this particular character. I feel like he's becoming a nuisance to everyone. :X

ALSOI want to know what you all think about me as MR.MOD - word in the grapevine is that you ( Read more... )

Amidst the chaos, Egypt decided it would be in his best interest to leave. This was not an atmosphere he enjoyed, it was too messy, too loud, and his things were ruined. So he tacked a note to his door.

Gone home to Cairo with Francis ( Read more... )

The Hanging of Egypt's Dirty Laundry

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*Egypt is looking out his window, finally free of the extravagence the Fuwa had bestowed on him, looking even more humble with his keffiyeh around his neck. His arms are folded on the window sill, looking out at the rubble, which is now awash with the spoils of the balloon game. He sighs*

Rome, I know you're out there. We need to talk.

ROME. Rome... ROME ROME ROME... *sitting in his room, changing the word like a mantra, looking more frantic than he'd look in a long time.*

Rome... Rome Rome Rome... *falls back onto his bed and stares at the ceiling*

.... I have to kill him somehow.

Terrible, the fish are so lonely now.

Gupta's room was one of the largest rooms in all of HQ, with beautiful golden pillars, huge extravagant pillows, drapings of thick cotton, and all sorts of excessive opulence - suited only for a man of his standing. The temperature of the room was very warm, if not hot, and dry, reminding him of home, and a small river wound its way through his ( Read more... )

I'm surrounded by children, in this place, and it appears most of central Europe has decided to take root here in HQ - as everyone is calling it.

It's a pity there is very little company with whom I would really associate myself with.