bucuresti: (El mi-a dat un astfel de spaima.)
[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.
]
bucuresti: (Furia fata de masina)
[To Mihail, and generally most of the Romanian population, twenty years has not been such a long time. In fact, it's still very recent for most. Twenty years ago, the Romanian Revolution took place in Bucharest in a period of three days of street warfare in order to bring down the dictator, Nicolae Ceausescu. At the time, he had paid off all of Romania's debts to the world, but at a cost that the money used to pay debts was all the money Romania had. Τhen, he decided to build the biggest building in all of Europe for his palace, which left most of Romania poverty-stricken and miserable. At the end of the Revolution, he and his infamous wife, Elena, were executed for all of the Romanian people to see. It was a moment of victory for the Romanian people, and it was the only violent overthrow of a ruler in modern European history (aside from the Russian Revolution).

However, questions have been raised since if it was truly a revolution or another political party's coup d'état. Ceausescu's children have been some of the loudest leaders of this questioning, and thus have wanted DNA testing done to their parents' bodies to see if it is truly their remains in the graves. If so, they plan to have a large funeral for the dictator, in which a good portion of Bucharesters are not pleased with.

The Revolution and the dictator's regime are still fresh in Mihail's memory, and just as well, this news infuriates him. He would have much rather had Ceausescu stay in his grave and rot there than be dug up just so there can be some extravagant funeral for someone who had nearly ruined the city. So he's now in his room, nearly steaming over the news and trying to take deep breaths to keep himself from throwing a fit.
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bucuresti: (Ca eu stau si asteapta ta.)
[Once again, for what seems like the millionth time in Mihail's existence, the politics of Romania have screwed him over, except now, it seems somehow different. For decades after Moldova separated from Romania and became its own country, the tensions between the countries and the capital cities have been almost unbearable. And now with recent news, it feels like a whiplash from being at each others' throats to suddenly being *~*best friends*~* with someone he hasn't been very fond of lately.

What's worse is that his own personal history with Chisinau hasn't exactly been the sparkling star of happiness. It started off nicely, yes, but after separation and some very nasty comments and actions, it's gotten down to outright warfare between the two. After all, in the time Moldova was part of Romania, Chisinau was just another small city. There's definitely been room for bitterness.

So not only are the memories of the Cold War biting at him, but this news has put him in a mixed mood. Yes, he's happy that Moldova and Romania are working things out, but he doesn't like that it directly involves Chisinau and himself.

People are free to talk to him, be it bother him because he's already in a pissy mood, or make him feel better, as he's happy speaking to any of his ex-Soviet Bloc neighbors.
]
bucuresti: (Nu se putea spala ecourile afara.)
[Romania's elections have recently taken place, with some odd results. Two major parties tied and in an attempt to help political and economical situations, the country has declared a New Centralist government, definitely in contrast of their past communist government. However, this new turn has left the capital feeling rather off and somewhat ill. Mihail has taken to reclining on his couch, trying to settle his churning stomach and battling a very persistent headache. After all, there's obvious unrest at home and he can feel all of it.

As of now, he's curled up in a parka (real fur-lined, indeed) and in more nauseous moments, he seems to think a glass of absinthe can help, so he's been making return trips to the kitchen and thus, slowly draining an absinthe bottle. He's confused enough that he doesn't realize it's only making him feel worse. Hopefully, things will die down over Christmas enough for a reprieve, but there doesn't seem to be any signs of that.]
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