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Amy Jones here~ make yourself at home, if you wanna. There should be something to eat around somewhere if you're hungry.
((Independent Ameriko RP/Ask blog. I don't own any pictures or anything. NSFW will be tagged as such. Happy to do crossovers I do love me some crossovers.))
M!A: Two different versions of herself for an unspecified time frame
Anya sighed sitting up against a wall, she slowly slid down so she could sit on the floor. She gave a light sigh and brought up her legs so she could hug her knees, she ten burrowed her face in them as a tear rolled down her face.
Amelia walked over to Anya, squatting in front of her. “Anya, are you okay?” She asked, concerned.
ameliafuckingjones started following you
“Hello there, welcome to the Island Nations.” The rune bearer looked at the newcomer.
The American waved to him. “Hi~ You can call me Amy.”
“I’m Lazlo, nice to meet you Miss Amy.” He held out his hand offering her to shake his hand.
She shakes his hand, smiling. “Nice to meet you too, Lazlo~”
“What brings you here to the islands, Miss Amy? Sightseeing?” Asking her with curiosity.
Amelia shrugs. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
ameliafuckingjones started following you
“Hello there, welcome to the Island Nations.” The rune bearer looked at the newcomer.
The American waved to him. “Hi~ You can call me Amy.”
“I’m Lazlo, nice to meet you Miss Amy.” He held out his hand offering her to shake his hand.
She shakes his hand, smiling. “Nice to meet you too, Lazlo~”
*waves* Hi Castiel, I’m Amy.
Were you looking for someone?
Not that I can recall? Are you looking for someone?
“no and stop flirting with me” he glaring lightly “I don’t fall for your charms, and yes I have something against the Americans..but I will not give my reasons”
She humphs. “I wasn’t flirting for once! And fine, if you don’t wanna talk about it then don’t.”
ameliafuckingjones started following you
“Hello there, welcome to the Island Nations.” The rune bearer looked at the newcomer.
The American waved to him. “Hi~ You can call me Amy.”
Anna, yawned as she woke up in comfy guest bed, she wondered what time it was and rolled over winching slightly she was still sore, huh it was 9:00 she overslept, oh well a few more hours couldn’t hurt anyone.
Amelia awoke where she had died, surrounded by her own blood, and she hurt all over. The fatal wounds that had caused her death had healed somewhat, enough so that she could at least stand with the help of her baseball bat and limp her way to a taxi that took her home. As soon as she got through the door, Amelia went to her room and collapsed onto her bed. She wondered briefly if Anna had heard her come home, and hoped she had.
((sry wifi cut out last night)) Anna sat up as she heard someone come in, at first she was afraid Anya had found her, but told herself to relax and go see what it was, “…a-amy?” she called out walking from her room and peaking into her older sister’s/mom’s room.
((it’s all good man)) Amelia made a peace sign to Anna, grinning. “Heya Anna. How’re you feeling?” She doesn’t exactly look like she’s in a position to be worrying about other people’s wellbeing.
Anna gasped and limped over to her, “Oh my goodness! are you ok! see i told you not to go after her! this is all my fault!”
Amelia shrugged, wincing a little. “It’s not your fault, Anna. I probably would have gone after her anyway.” She smiled.
Oh thank you~
*the single Belarusian is sitting alone watching his sister and brother with their Americans* *sighs* “idiots..”
“Well hey, if you want an American, I’m one and I’m single~”
he stood their still “…didn’t my sister kill you when the madness got her?”
She shrugged. “Yeah. But then I stopped being dead. I do that a lot. Well really only eight times, but you get the point.”
he gave a slow blink “..I don’t want to date an American, they are loud, obnoxious, un cleanly, not to mention they took both my brother and sister away and they eat to much..sorry no”
“You really have something against us, don’t you?” She sits in a convenient chair. “Would you like to talk about it~?”
