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Post by Joseph L. Jones on Mar 3, 2012 23:29:38 GMT -5
Nah, Nah, im tellin the truth is all. keep complimentin~ *hugs*
well yea I know, I know! still though shes been trynna still vada for a long time now.. your welcome- only use 'em if he fits in, i really don like others usin my vada, cus they know NUTHIN about how he was as a kid or ANYTHIN...
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Post by Walker Jones on Mar 3, 2012 23:32:02 GMT -5
Huzzah! *hugs back*
Well, then, if you want to PM me some stuff on his backstory.. I have history and such, but characteristics and how he might act around Tejas would be nice. *hugs*
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Post by Joseph L. Jones on Mar 3, 2012 23:35:15 GMT -5
aight, thats fine then~ i wills later, whenever you plan on usin him tell me.. *protective of head vada*
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Post by Walker Jones on Mar 3, 2012 23:35:56 GMT -5
Otay! Gracias chica! *snuggles*
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Post by Walker Jones on Mar 3, 2012 23:51:21 GMT -5
Texas blinked, was that really what he had just remembered? When France had almost killed him? He looked up at the next branch, this one thinner and more gnarled and ugly than the last two. He jumped, hooking his hands around it he pushed himself up and over, looking over the edge he was about fifteen feet in the air. He closed his eyes, digging back for the next memory. Spain had gained control over him. Again. He sat on a small wooden chair, waving his feet in the air as Antonio talked with the Italian. The thief. Tejas didn't enjoy the Italian being there- he always hogged the attention. When the short brunette was away, Spain was in Italy looking for him, and when he was here he took away all the time that he and his father could be together. Either that or he was wringing gold out of Mexico like a wet towel and spending time with her. Why were they more important?
The answer was simple really- because they had something he didn't. The short angry Italian had his fathers heart. And his sister had gold. Tejas had no gold. And he had no Spanish hearts. When Spain asked his people for gold so many years ago and they said they didn't have any he would do horrible things to them. So he hid. Tejas hid. He felt like a coward, but when his people were dying of infection because the Europeans cut of their hands in payment of not enough gold, he couldn't do anything. He felt useless. He was useless. He was just land, to be lorded over just for the statement of giving extra miles to whomever owned him.
The Spaniard picked up the smug Italian and went into the bedroom, the door closing and locking behind them. Tejas groaned. Kicking the floor he went outside to see what Mexico was doing.
When he looked outside he saw “Him”. The boy that always took his sisters attention. Chile. The South American boy was in the process of kissing her. Tejas stood behind his sister so that Chile could see him but his sister remained unaware. He stuck out his tongue. Made a face. Even poorly reenacted the scene with a broom he found propped up against the wall. But Chile was stubborn. Too stubborn. He only glared back at Tejas or just closed his eyes. Tejas got bored and left after a few more minutes of he and the Chilean glaring at each other like some sort of standoff.
Tejas sat on the roof above them now. Invisible as they were momentarily in bliss. His sky-blue eyes narrowed, didn't Chile know that Mexico was the only person he trusted? Why did he have to take her away. He watched as Chile pushed her up against a wall, the one that Tejas was sitting above on the roof. The dry night air running through his air. The sky as black as pitch.
“How 'bout we have some fun, si?” He smiled seductively reaching out for her.
Mexico pressed herself against the wall, shying away from him, “I don't think... Spain.. he wouldn't..”
“Come on Chica.. Spain doesn't have to know.” He smiled, Tejas glared. He knew when Mexico was afraid, he put a hand on the pot next to him. Chile pushed her further against the wall. Leaning over to kiss her deeply. Tejas stood and picked up the pot.
He dribbled a small amount of the pots contents onto the Chilean's head. The man sniffed, then gagged before stepping back. “Hey, bastardo. Get away from mi hermana.” Tejas said. Chile's head whipped up, a snarl on his face. Tejas chucked the rest of the pots contents onto his glaring head, the chilean's mouth partially opened, about to speak but interrupted by said contents.
Luckily Tejas kept good relations with the neighbors. Who happily supplied him with their chamber pot when he explained to them, of course not mentioning that they were not actually humans. He just said that a bastard was trying to claim his sister and he wanted to do something about it.
He now understood why the other neighbors called that family Los Comedores De Carne, the Meat-Eaters. Because of the smell that rose from the contents that were now dripping off of a soaking wet Chile. “Do that again and I'll make sure to let that pot sit out in the sun a day before.” the Tejasian growled.
Chile picked up a stone. And aimed for the boy.
Texas jumped as an ant bit him, startling him out of his memories. Why had he thought of that? He knew he had always been jealous of everyone. But why think about it. It was better to be feared than loved right? Who needed friends. Or family. They could go kiss Italians or Chileans for all he cared. Clambering up onto the next branch he traced the bark with a finger. Before closing his eyes and finding his next memory. “We only want our freedom!” Tejas heard his sister shout at their drunken father. He looked over at her, Mexico was beautiful. Her long dark hair and eyes wild with adrenaline and fear. He looked nothing like her- it surprised most people that they were siblings. He being willowy, tall and thin. His sky blue eyes large and free. His dark blonde almost brown hair falling over his forehead in small ringlets. Much like Spain's, to his and his sisters disappointment.
She on the other hand was a good deal shorter than he. She was also older to her annoyance, though it got Tejas a lot of laughs until she hit him with a mocahete(1), or some other found object that could be used as a weapon against her brother. She had dark brown eyes and a long flowing dress most of the time- though now it was a war uniform along with him. Her hair went almost down to her back and was always well taken care of.
She stormed upstairs to her room and he followed, unsure of what else to do. They entered the small room they shared. Their small beds lining the walls. He saw Mexico slide a case out from under her bed.
“I'm leaving, Tejas.” She murmured. Opening it and putting in some clothes and a map of Mexico.
“W-where?” Tejas replied, his eyes wide with shock and fear of losing his only companion.
“'Gonna form my own country.” She stuffed a dress into the case. Then snapped it shut. “You want to help?”
“Si. O-of course.” He chocked. He couldn't believe that they were actually leaving.
“Come on, once Spain goes to sleep. We'll sneak out and he'll never see us again!” She whispered to him, a large smile on her face.
A/N: Mocahete: It's a grinding tool developed in Mexico, made for grinding corn into flour. Normally made out of hard rough stone to crush corn easier and to bash pieces of Texas skull out of his head
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Post by Carina Jones on Mar 4, 2012 17:37:49 GMT -5
^-^ I really like this. *hugs*
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Mar 4, 2012 19:43:07 GMT -5
I still love this~~~~ *huggles*
>.>
<.<
I also think Yorkie will have to make and appearance in this at some point....
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Post by Walker Jones on Mar 5, 2012 0:18:02 GMT -5
*giggles* of course, you remember our rp right?
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Mar 5, 2012 0:29:08 GMT -5
of course I do~~~ ;D
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Post by Walker Jones on Mar 5, 2012 0:50:29 GMT -5
*grins*
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