†010 - {edit} grasping the remnants of summer

[bucuresti]

[ooc: sorry! had to redo the post because i didn't like it. xD]


[Standing out by the lake, Mihail keeps his hands in his jeans pockets, watching the water passively. Summer went by fast and that served to make him almost nostalgic for it, or for being home in the summer in general. Then again, he might not want to be home now, what with the Roma deportations from France. So, he's a little but pissed off, but true to his nature, he doesn't express it in any other way than standing very still.

The lake breeze is nice, and good for stress relief, but he's not sure what else to do. It's getting cold anyway, and summer activities are now incredibly limited. With a sigh, he kicks at a lone rock, watching it skip and tumble down into the wander with a quiet 'splish'. Kicking rocks is certainly better than raging at politics anyway.

So yes, there's a lone Bucharest outside, and company surely wouldn't bother him in the least.]

Comments

[ancienregime.livejournal.com]

[oh hello, french woman always here at the wrong time, popping her head in and then quickly retreating. well that wasn't what she was looking for.]
Désolé! Wrong room!

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

[]

Pardon?

[ancienregime.livejournal.com]

[poking her head in, looking a bit bewildered.]
Euhhh, I said désolé? Wrong room?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, where is it you're looking for?

[lupacuj.livejournal.com]

[ He's half resting by the shore. The deportations aren't making him too happy either, hell, some are comparing it to the holocaust. He lets out a small grunt in greeting, but his eyes are half closed and he really hasn't came out of sleep quite yet. ]

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

[]

...Hey.

[lupacuj.livejournal.com]

I take it you are not happy.

[ He stretches but continues to lay stretched out, backed against a large tree ]

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

No. I'm not.

[]

I thought deportation of a minority had been left behind in the Forties. It appears I was wrong.

[zvezdabeo.livejournal.com]

[this city has gotten a little bored in her room, and besides, she'd heard about what France was doing, and while she may not be... distraught, she wonders how he might feel.]
Mihail. How are you feeling?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

[]

I could be better.

[zvezdabeo.livejournal.com]

[she hums, gently picking at those talon-like nails that she's ever so proud of. well, she can't say she doesn't have enough of her own Romani people - but she, at least, isn't deporting them. no - she has better things to worry about. like kosovo.]

It was an unfortunate decision, on France's part. I suppose I should say that if you cannot house them, I will take as many as I can.

[breizbleu.livejournal.com]

{Bretagne is curious, very very curious about something he heard in the news today. So wandering up to the Romanian capital, he clears his throat.}

Excusez-moi, are you euhhh, Bucarest?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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Ah, yes. Why?

[breizbleu.livejournal.com]

May I ask but one question, Monsieur? I read the most interesting article today in the news, it was about the Taxation of Witches and Fortune Tellers (http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gjLZhDtWycV9SlX_L7grPC8VWa2AD9I4D33G0). Are you really that superstitious to the point that you allowed them to win such a court battle?
I do not mean to be rude or anything...it is just somewhat odd, I 'ave never 'eard of such a thing in my life.

[ooc: I just heard this on the news a couple of minutes ago. I thought it was a bit funny XD;;]

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

Will's nearby, not having noticed Mihail, tuning up his banjo before beginning to pick (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ANj9BYFuxo4) a quick song.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He finishes with a flourish and sighs happily, letting himself fall back on the ground.

[croisements.livejournal.com]

[ Lorraine is sitting underneath a tree looking listlessly out at the lake, singing (http://www.mamalisa.com/?t=es&p=1435&c=183) quietly to himself. He stops as soon as he sees somebody, though -- self-conscious, perhaps. He debates speaking for a while before finally deciding: ]

You look melancholy.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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I... suppose I am.

[croisements.livejournal.com]

... Is something bothering you?

[3monthsdarkness.livejournal.com]

Eric is a white spot sitting in the shadow of a tree. There is an uncharacteristically serene glaze in his eyes.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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Um, hello?

[3monthsdarkness.livejournal.com]

Eric starts and turns. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trespass."

[gulags.livejournal.com]

You look sad.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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Just a little.