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Post by America on May 9, 2011 1:41:09 GMT -5
Date: September, 1971
Location: Somewhere in Southern CanadaAlfred had absolutely no idea what day it was. It was kinda cold out, but he wasn't in his own house right now so that made sense, didn't it? It kind of did...where was he again?
His brain was a little disorganized at the moment: it always was between trips, nowadays. While Alfred's head tried to figure out what was going on, his feet stuck to what they did best - keeping Alfred upright and moving forward. The ground was wiggling around though, which made it hard to walk.
The people around him were staring. That was something Alfred had gotten used to waaaaay back in the Haight: staring, watching, only looking in from the outside. Pft! Alfred giggled out loud, playing with the mass of cloth, beads, and fake hair that poured off his head and down over his shoulders.
Where was he again?
Alfred stumbled to a halt in a neighborhood, finding a conveniently empty wall and sitting down with his back to it. Over a decade ago, Alfred would've stared just as much. Someone with that kind of crazy hat-wig, all those long and mis-matched clothes (well, in Alfred's defense he'd been trading clothes in the dark with other people for a few years now! The only piece of original clothing he still had were his glasses, which Alfred couldn't seem to lose if he tried~), and shoeless feet utterly black with dirt...that wasn't a normal sight! Especially outside of his house. But Alfred didn't want to BE in his house anymore, so he'd come to the one place where no one would find him...
...outside of his house! Yeah, no one was going to look for him here! It was wonderful this way, living and loving instead of fighting and arguing and...and...his head hurt all of a sudden. Alfred needed to reset his brains before they overcooked.
"...Mmm, don't I have some of those left?" [/color] Alfred drawled out, thinking out loud as he patted his long and flowing (and stained and dirty) clothes. His search was rewarded with a few folded squares of blotter paper and a little bag with a couple of joints already rolled inside. With shaky hands, Alfred separated a section of the blotter, stuffed the rest of it back where he'd found it, and eagerly dropped the paper on his tongue. Sucking on it, he didn't have to wait long for the acid to kick in. The surrounding buildings that had seemed so bleak and cold before began to melt, becoming so much more inviting to look at. With a happy sigh, Alfred settled back to watch neon rainbow sunbeams slowly descend out of a radioactive sky, humming loudly and singing quietly while he watched. "Sargent Pepper's Lon'ly Hearts Club Band, hope you will enjoy t'show..."[/color][/center] ---- ooc: Well, there you go. Hippimerica has entered the scene of...wherever the hell in Canada Mattie happens to be at the moment~ XD
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Post by canada on May 10, 2011 23:08:39 GMT -5
Matthew stepped across a small neighborhood. He wasn't sure what had brought him here of all places. Peterborough was a large enough city to warrant his attention, but there didn't seem to be anything going on. The construction that had just recently begun seemed to be coming along nicely. Maybe that was all it was. Just some time for him to see something good taking place. Buildings being made with no reason other than to serve the needs of the people. That was a nice hope, but it didn't explain why he was where he was. It was at least a half hour's jog from here to the bulk of the construction.
He saw a person hunkered down on the side of a building and stopped. A cloud of stink smacked onto his nose as if it was having a difficult time moving through the air so it had to come in waves. It was practically swimming. As he moved closer, he could begin to smell the fragrance more fully. This wasn't his first time near drugs, he knew what it was. What he didn't know was why he was continuing to move toward the other person. When he had caved in to those craving, the situation had been a lot more social. This guy practically looked like the personification of street drugs. Their shabby clothes, the creepy singing and...
Wait was that Alfred?
Matthew bent down at the waist to look into the other's eyes. He blinked a few times. Yup, that was him. No doubt about it. What he saw before him, even with the obvious lack of maintenance, was still close to what Matthew saw in the mirror to be anyone other than America (or himself but he was going to assume he hadn't gone crazy out of the blue). At this proximity, he considered pulling something across his nose. When you weren't taking hits, the smell wasn't quite as pleasant as when you were.
”Um... America... not to give you the wrong idea... but what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be more East?” Not that he supported his brother's battle in that direction. Only 30,000 of his people had offered to go and they had needed to join America's forces in order to do so. The Canadian forces were only officially there to give medical aid.
Now that he thought about it, America didn't look to be in what Canada would consider fighting shape. He barely looked to be in any condition to be awake. While he had noticed this before, it was suddenly concerning. All of the bravado that America had maintained in order to seem like he was in control wasn't anywhere near the exterior. If it was still there, it was deep down. ”Are you okay?”[/b]
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ooc: Sorry for the wait!
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Post by America on May 10, 2011 23:43:18 GMT -5
Date: September, 1971
Location: Somewhere in Peterborough, CanadaAlfred was pretty sure the wall and ground had turned to pudding, but he couldn't remember when that had happened. It was soft and comfortable, though, and he didn't mind it. It all...made so much sense now! Really, it did!
He couldn't remember the rest of the words to the song, so Alfred just hummed the rest of it. Man, England had some niiiiice music all of a sudden...it was like, like...all kinds of unreal to think of Arthur rocking out like that~
Suddenly something was up in front of his face. Alfred squinted, dilated pupils refusing to constrict enough for him to figure out what was there at first. ...Ooh, it kind of looked like him! But it had bunny ears or something and wore funny clothes. Neat!
”Um... America... not to give you the wrong idea... but what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be more East?” [/color] Oh, ow. Talk about harshing a good vibe. Now the radioactive sky was raining stupid red snowflakes, and - no! Dammit, no! He didn't care about that! It totally didn't matter! "Duuuuude,"[/color] Alfred whined, "You and your, um, antenna are, like, totally too harsh for me right now..."[/color] ”Are you okay?”[/color] Happy place, happy place, think about your happy place. Didn't want a bad trip, didn't want to even THINK about that sober stuff...hugging his legs to his chest, Alfred worked on staring right through the thing in his face. If he tried, he could get X-Ray vision and the thing would be gone! That was better: now Alfred could see something really trippy. It was like, like the thing with the ears was all over the place but in one place. But, like, at the same time. Whoooooooa. "We all live in'a yellow submarine~"[/color] Alfred began to sing. He didn't know why he was singing this one, but it seemed really relevant to the situation, y'know? It was hard to sing when he kept giggling through it though. ...Where was he again?[/center] ----- - In case you cannot tell, I've never been on a drug trip before~ XP
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Post by canada on Jun 4, 2011 14:09:54 GMT -5
Matthew stared, not sure what to say to his brother. It was really quite bizarre. As many times as he had seen other people on drug trips, there was something about seeing Alfred in the middle of one that made Matthew squirm a little more. It felt like one of those moving picture scenes when you're presented with an alternate version of yourself and you're supposed to feel better about who you actually are.
Honestly it kind of did give him a limited feeling along those lines. On one hand, he was glad it wasn't him people were seeing like this (he had to put faith in any passing Canadians to know the difference), but he guessed Alfred wasn't in a state to really mind the publicity anyway. He sat next to his brother, not afraid of him regardless of his altered state.
“Uh, sorry about my antenna. But um... we should probably go somewhere a little less public, eh?”
Okay, so he didn't want to push anyone's ability to distinguish and just as importantly, he didn't want Alfred doing anything destructive. The southern nation forgot his own strength occasionally when he was thinking (relatively) clearly, who knew where this would lead. At the same time, he couldn't force him so he was stuck here if Alfred wasn't willing to comply.
Instead of adding any compliance, Matthew was rewarded with his brother's cover of the song “Yellow Submarine.” The northern nation sighed and looked at the direction Alfred was occupied with. He wondered what the other was seeing.
“You know, I'm sure there are some far out things to see inside...”
This was going to be a long afternoon.
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Post by America on Jun 4, 2011 23:17:49 GMT -5
Date: September, 1971
Location: Somewhere in Peterborough, CanadaAlfred had starting singing lyrics from different songs at random only a few lines into his rendition of the Beatles. While bits of Elvis's best might not have meshed well in other times, to Alfred they couldn't be a more sensible match at the moment. They just fit, right? The King was singing along on his rocket-ship to the edge of space right now, probably, so it made perfect sense!
...Which way was space again?
“Uh, sorry about my antenna. But um... we should probably go somewhere a little less public, eh?” [/color] Bunny-antennae thing was still here? Alfred leaned back against the cotton candy-soft and looked at the thing again. Seeing long, twitching whiskers like that made Alfred miss his pet bunny. 'I wonder what happened to my bunny...'[/color] Alfred examined this oddly coherent thought for a moment, then tossed it over his shoulder and dismissed it. Bunnies were meant to be free anyway! Free like fish in a river! Freedom was amazing, y'know? "S'a free world, bunny-man! Public's just a figment of your imagination anyway..."[/color] The ground turned to jello next, saccharine sweet and bright green apple color. Wobbling, Alfred moved to sling a heavy arm around bunny-man's shoulders and lean on him. Damn, this guy was solid, like the ground wasn't even moving for him. So awesome, you know? Alfred decided to make this fluffy half-bunny-thing his new best friend. "You're a great guy, y'know? Let's be awesome friends or...or something."[/color] “You know, I'm sure there are some far out things to see inside...”[/color] Alfred released a high, childish giggle. "Duuuude, bunny-dude...no! Being inside, it totally, um, it totally sucks. I like it better way outta my house, like this!"[/color] Pausing, Alfred eyed the building (holy SHIT it was floating off on the breeze like a balloon!) and scratched his head through his hat-wig in momentary confusion. "That isn't my house, is it? My place is way too small to think right. Your brain just - just kinda deflates or something, right?"[/color] Belatedly, Alfred realized that he had been really rude to his new bunny-friend. Looking almost solemn, Alfred stared bunny right in the face. Awww, it was so cute to see rabbits wearing human clothes when they were really bunny rabbits! "You want some acid, man?"[/color] Alfred's smile was easy, albeit abnormally blissful, and his eyes were still fully dilated. Still, the idea of his new buddy saying 'no' didn't even exist in Alfred's brain. Share and share alike was the rule, if you wanted to live in a world confined by rules...and as he waited, the rubber penguins in the road continued their stately waltz.[/center]
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Post by canada on Jun 21, 2011 0:01:03 GMT -5
Maybe he was taking this too seriously. Matthew had to admit that he was more paranoid than he used to be when he was younger. Maybe he should have been more happy to see his brother for a reason other than continental defense or marriage proposals. His looney behavior was certainly a con, but it wasn't all bad.
He thought about Alfred's drug induced comment more than he should have. Public was just a figment of his imagination. It sounded like the opposite stance that Alfred was taking in his global policies. It reminded him of an article he had read not that long ago about a counter-culture movement in the United States. It had bled a little in to Canada's territory, but wasn't taking as much root since the nation wasn't exactly in the same position as its neighbor.
”Sure whatever you say, let's be friends.”
It was sad that he appreciated Alfred saying they should be friends. Not that Alfred never said those kind of things, but for him to say it during a drug trip made it seem very earnest. The out of his mind Alfred thought he was interesting. Score.
”Deflates? Umm no my brain is pretty solid..”
He had no idea what Alfred was talking about there. His best attempt at decoding it came up with nothing. Alfred's home was pretty big and Matthew's brain didn't deflate. Unless he meant it deflated when he was drunk or high, but he was never either of those things much around Alfred.
The responsible side of Matthew told him not to accept the drug. He realized it was being a worrywart to imagine one country faking a drug trip in order to get another at a disadvantage, but he wasn't confident enough to be out of his mind during such turbulent times. A part of him did want to accept, though. He was young and this was his brother. He shouldn't have to be so uptight. But there was no going back once he said yes, he could change his mind if he said no for now.
”No, that's okay, you enjoy it.”
A smile crossed his face as he thought of something that could be fun. And if he wasn't going to drop any acid, he might as well still have fun too. He took out a nickel and flipped it. The last time he had tripped out, things like that had amused him. It would be just like Alfred to be totally different, but it was worth a shot.
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Post by America on Jun 21, 2011 22:17:46 GMT -5
Date: September, 1971
Location: Somewhere in Peterborough, Canada"Deflates? Umm no my brain is pretty solid..." [/color] Alfred couldn't figure out why Bunny-Dude was talking about his brain now, but his whole... solidness...ness...was pretty obvious. Like, he was made out a whole chunk of super-solid rock. Shiny rock. Rock candy? "Luuuucky~"[/color] Alfred replied, leaning more heavily on the bunny-rock next to him "I bet you can't, um, can't even HEAR them shouting too...you gotta show me how you do it, man."[/color] Shouting was just...it hurt his BRAINS, and Alfred couldn't find the off-switch. The damn thing kept moving around, crawling like a bug wandering through his hair or something...ignoring the penguins for a second, Alfred turned his gaze back up to the sky. A guy in his house had told Alfred he was gonna try to become a cloud. Glowing and raining sparkles seemed a little funny, but just letting yourself flow in all through the sky was...it was... ...What was it again? "No, that's okay, you enjoy it.”[/color] Didn't want to share? ...Did bunny-rock have his own supply, maybe? Alfred decided to ask him about it later: he had to stock up himself. If he ran out of the good stuff, Alfred was gonna come crashing back down from this wonderful fog and that was...that was...Alfred couldn't quite remember what that was, but it was bad. Very bad. He didn't want that at all, never never ever ever~ Alfred's thoughts, semi-coherent as they were, were distracted when rocky-bunny suddenly showed him a magic trick. Like, POP! Out came a teeny silver bird from his buddy's fingers! Giggling, Alfred reached out to touch the bird's feathers - were they soft like a regular bird's? Were they hard and cold like steel? - but the bird flew away into the sky before Alfred could reach it. "Dude! Like...dude!"[/color] Alfred exclaimed, "Did you see that? Tell me you saw that! That's like, like totally amazing!"[/color] Magic was really awesome, right? It totally was! (Except when it wasn't, when it was scary and dark and - and that wasn't the POINT, happy thoughts happythoughtshappythoughts) And magicians were awesome too, 'cause they knew how to do it! "The bird flew~"[/color] Alfred said, giggling again, "Flying's so amazing. I wish I could fly too..."[/color] But he couldn't fly, 'cause the soggy-soft candy ground was sucking him down. That wasn't awesome at all, man...Alfred sighed, not liking these kinds of thoughts. They made the sky too thick, like a giant wall crushing him down.[/center]
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