Sep 4, 2018
@wolverinesmittens mentioned you in a post:
[Text]: ‘Hmm, seems like a good idea to me buckeye.’
[ TEXT : SHITIGAN ] change every point to “bulldoze detroit” and youd be closer to an actual good idea
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@wolverinesmittens mentioned you in a post:
[Text]: ‘Hmm, seems like a good idea to me buckeye.’
[ TEXT : SHITIGAN ] change every point to “bulldoze detroit” and youd be closer to an actual good idea
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[ @askillinois | X ]
Jesse grinned widely at the suggestion of beer. “Oh man, I would love one.” he said as he threw an arm around the shoulder of the other state. “I brought some food for you.” he lifted his other arm, showing off the brown bag he had in hand.
Awesome! One beer, coming up! The brown paper bag caught his attention as he reached for the cooler; pulling out a can for the both of them. Unannounced company and food? —Man, Illinois was so fucking cool.
“Fucking rad! What’d you get?” Ohio wondered, unable to hide his grin or his excitement as he held out the cold, dripping beer can for him to take. Someone please tell him it was cookout supplies. “I could inhale a fucking cheeseburger right now.”
@italitude replied to your post “What’s an Ohio now?”
“The Ohio?” Sounds like one of America’s brats. “I’m not so sure about that. Alfred told me about your midwest and–wait, you don’t know who I am?” It wasn’t uncommon but she still got mad every time. “I’m Sicily, and I’m not surprised that big dope Alfred hasnt’ taught you any manners.”
Sicily? Shit. He hadn’t even realized he was talking to a national representative, and his face paled slightly. “Oh! Sicily—” His thoughts ran in frenzied circles as he tried to think of a way to smooth over his stupid mistake. He leaned against the table; striking a more confident pose and smile, both of which weren’t exactly convincing. “Ha! I knew that, just wanted to make sure...you...knew that.”
@a-scot-is-a-scot missed his flight!
Now, Ohio wasn’t normally this jittery. When it came down to it, he found he was a pretty laid back person, but the anxiety sprouting in his stomach refused to calm despite his best intentions. Mental reassurances, breathing exercises, the whole shebang: nothing helped.
The few times in his—short, compared to most nations—life that a foreign national representative set foot on his land, it was always accompanied by an incessant weight on his chest. Or maybe the giant to-go cup of Starbucks was to blame for that, he wasn’t entirely sure. It definitely wasn’t aiding his nerves. Still, didn’t hurt to double-check, right?
The stars made a fruitless attempt to peak through the dark, endless clouds as he shuffled his way into the airport hotel; wrapping his jacket tighter around himself against the biting wind that swept across the car garage. That weight in his chest tugged him down with every step, it felt like, until he reached the door where the unease was strongest.
God, he hoped it wasn’t Russia, or some other big and intimidating country. The Ohioan hardly knew how to talk to anyone other than America, and maybe Canada, anyway. Still, he had to check in, and then text Mr. Fifty States about whatever went wrong—he could handle that!
Sucking in a hard breath and putting on a brave face, which was what he hoped looked like the welcoming grin he was aiming for, he lifted his closed fist and knocked.
Hiatus (Now — March 11th)
[Hey, guys! So, I’m having trouble finding the inspiration for ol’ Calvin here, especially since my main focus is my England blog and I have a difficult time finding other states to interact with, so I’m going to take a cheeky hiatus for a few months rather than leave you all hanging without any explanation!]
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@hiinthemiddle: He flashed him a lazy smile and looked down at the bonfire at his feet. Moving further into the woods would increase their chances of sightings, although it meant packing up and lugging a bunch of crap down the maze of hiking trails. No time like the present. “Dude, there’s a site deep in the woods next to a little lake. We could totally set up there. Help me pack up some of this shit.” It took a while, but dowsing the fire and packing everything into a backpack took less time...
Jesse moved as fast as he could, bristling with excitement as he helped Calvin pack down and get ready. Finally, he looked at the man, motioning for him to lead the way to the site. “Man this is going to be such a good trip.” Jesse grinned widely, a little bounce in every step as they moved closer to the site.
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[Text]: ‘Hmm, seems like a good idea to me buckeye.’
"Hey there neighbor! Just popped in to see how you're doing!" Jesse smiled and waved, holding a bag in one hand as he wandered away from his truck toward Calvin.
Neighbor? Sure, in the sense of being two states away, he supposed Illinois was a neighbor. Either way, he was the last person to be picky about it. People almost never stopped by unexpectedly to visit and he was bristling with positivity. He grinned and offered the other state a warm flick of a wave in response before sauntering over to meet him.
“Hey, man! I haven’t seen you in for-fucking-ever!” He clapped him on the shoulder good-naturedly. “Must’ve been a long drive—want a beer?” The red-and-white cooler filled with cans upon cans of cheap beer was calling him.