America (Alfred F. Jones) || 1864 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entranceway2013-06-15 06:09 pm
ahousedivided) wrote in entranceway2013-06-15 06:09 pm
( video + action )
[ The America that's smiling into the screen looks pretty similar to the one everyone is used to. He looks cheerful. The uniform's different though; a darker blue. A rifled is propped next to him and he casually plays with the bayonet. He seems to be talking to someone off-screen. ]
C'mon now! We just wanted to say hi! You were enjoying us earlier. Who's to say someone else won't?
[ Another one appears next to him, dressed in grey and grinning just the same. Dear god there's two. ]
Oh right, 'cause you're ashamed!
That he likes us?
That no matter how many regrets start to pile up, no matter how much he wants to hate himself, he's always gonna love himself more!
Hard to be a hero when you're hardwired to always put yourself before anyone else!
Hard to be a hero when you're sending your own children to slaughter. But that's nothing new with you, is it? Road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
Best book yourself a room!
[ The blue one starts prodding the grey one with his bayonet a little too hard. Then the device is grabbed away and the real America is seen scowling into the screen. ]
I got a two for the price of one deal. Think I liked it better when they were fightin' with each other instead of picking on me.
[ One of the Shadows scoffs. ]
Liar. The more we get along, the more you feel like you're holding yourself together. No matter how much anyone tells you otherwise: you're gonna be afraid that you'll be split apart. Can't stand losing anything, can you?
Always need more land and more power. Don't lie; that promise of gettin' to the top of the world is exciting.
And you're gonna do whatever it takes to get there! Like always.
[ Welp, his Shadows sure aren't any less chatty than he is. America looks dismayed for a moment, but quickly lets it go and sighs. ]
I'm goin' for a walk.
LET'S RIDE THE RAPTOR.
THAT'S-- [ the frustration fades quickly and he considers it. ] --actually not a bad idea. Okay.
[ If you thought this post was going to end on anything but a stupid note you were wrong. America and his Shadows will be riding around the mansion and grounds on a Utahraptor should you want to run into him. ]
C'mon now! We just wanted to say hi! You were enjoying us earlier. Who's to say someone else won't?
[ Another one appears next to him, dressed in grey and grinning just the same. Dear god there's two. ]
Oh right, 'cause you're ashamed!
That he likes us?
That no matter how many regrets start to pile up, no matter how much he wants to hate himself, he's always gonna love himself more!
Hard to be a hero when you're hardwired to always put yourself before anyone else!
Hard to be a hero when you're sending your own children to slaughter. But that's nothing new with you, is it? Road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
Best book yourself a room!
[ The blue one starts prodding the grey one with his bayonet a little too hard. Then the device is grabbed away and the real America is seen scowling into the screen. ]
I got a two for the price of one deal. Think I liked it better when they were fightin' with each other instead of picking on me.
[ One of the Shadows scoffs. ]
Liar. The more we get along, the more you feel like you're holding yourself together. No matter how much anyone tells you otherwise: you're gonna be afraid that you'll be split apart. Can't stand losing anything, can you?
Always need more land and more power. Don't lie; that promise of gettin' to the top of the world is exciting.
And you're gonna do whatever it takes to get there! Like always.
[ Welp, his Shadows sure aren't any less chatty than he is. America looks dismayed for a moment, but quickly lets it go and sighs. ]
I'm goin' for a walk.
LET'S RIDE THE RAPTOR.
THAT'S-- [ the frustration fades quickly and he considers it. ] --actually not a bad idea. Okay.
[ If you thought this post was going to end on anything but a stupid note you were wrong. America and his Shadows will be riding around the mansion and grounds on a Utahraptor should you want to run into him. ]
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video always
Damn right!
Hah, you're probably the only one that's gonna be even more upset about this than Alfred!
Especially when we find you.
[ Whoa there friend I think you need to slow down. ]
TEXT ALWAYS SUCK IT AMURCA
U SUCK IT CROWLEY
Nah. At least I'm not. Got better things to do than waste time with you, obviously.
But can ya imagine meeting his Shadow?
[ They're like little devils on his shoulders right now. America looks like he's actually thinking about it. ]
Actually... yeah. That I'd like to see. I wonder if he's American?
NO U
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Yeah, who else am I gonna tease this relentlessly?
Yeah, who else am I gonna project my father issues onto?
[ FROWN. That was not supposed to happen. ]
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You cannot be serious. Father issues?
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[ The real America puffs up like an angry bird. Or like an indignant person in a Miyazaki movie. Or maybe someone having an allergic reaction to wonderful, delicious blue crabs. Point is that he looks far more irritated than ashamed. ]
They're oversimplifying it! You just... you're so British.
And you know how things are with countries. Why else do you think we're so hostile to every English person in Wonderland? You're like having England around to take our frustrations out on, except you don't have the painful baggage of our memories.
That's not the only thing missing. You don't got the bushy brows or voice so dry that you could sand a boat with it.
Basically you're England Lite.
But don't worry, I'm learning to hate ya a little more every day for you, who you are, instead of who you remind me of.
It really ain't hard.
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We only like flattery when it's directed at us.
Or when we're tryin' to get with someone. Y'know. Sexually.
Which, to no one's surprise, never works.
Pure as the driven snow.
Ehhhhh, more like snow that's started to melt and you can start to see patches of dirt.
[ America was starting to look mortified for a second there, but at this point he's just. He's giving up on this. The number of fucks he gives is dwindling. ]
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We got human bodies, don't we? Comes with all the equipment attached.
[ To make everything absolutely worse, both Shadows waggle their eyebrows at Crowley. Ninety percent of it is just to make him uncomfortable and be dicks. The other ten percent is who the fuck knows.
The real America just looks at Crowley like the Batter looks at... anything remotely exciting, aka with dead eyes and with the enthusiasm of a log. ]
No.
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That obvious?
[ One of the Shadows grins and shoots Crowley a double-pistols gesture. See: icon of previous comment. ]
'Course it is. Feel free to stop for a visit some time!
[ America hates his life right now and so do I. ]
Ew, no, I'll catch his shitty accent and shittier weather!
[ Because that's obviously the biggest issue at hand with this scenario. ]
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Right of course that makes total sense.
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And degenerative eyesight.
And stealin' land
Maybe you've heard of it.
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Not countin' anything outside of the American sphere of experience.
We never do. Far as we're concerned, we're the center of the universe!
If it's pre-America it's pre-mattering.
With a couple ancient empires thrown in for funsies.
[ America clears his throat. ]
It's one of the greatest tales in Texan-- no, American history. It's a tale of the bravery of men of all backgrounds banding together in the name of gaining independence.
A story of rebellion with a happy ending.
[ Which earns a shove from the Shadow in blue, but America pays them no mind. His gaze is a million miles away. ]
The people of Texas--Americans, Mexicans, Indians, just to name some--wanted to get away from an increasingly centralized government that was denyin' their freedoms. No surprise that this led to outright revolt, but the Alamo remains one of the greatest testaments to the human spirit and courage. Heroes were born from the fallen men, including the legendary Davey Crockett. Mexican forces came to the Alamo to place siege. Weary, tired, and hungry, the men held out valiantly--very valiantly, not even an exaggeration!--until a final assault was launched. A hundred and eighty-nine men against eighteen hundred, and still they managed to take down nearly triple their forces! But alas, the Battle of the Alamo was fatal for every Texan who stood against a whole country that day. Gone but not forgotten. Never gonna be forgotten.
The efforts of those fallen Texans were a crucial step in founding the Republic of Texas, which I annexed in 1845.
Which means we inherited the border problems that led to more war.
And I'll never regret it. God Bless Texas. God bless America.
[ The two Shadows throw red, white, and blue confetti behind America like papery fireworks. ]
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Felt damn good too. Man, the rush of takin' in land and people, of power, puttin' more toward that hunger that can't ever be satisfied--
You're British you don't understand true heroism.
...Well he does have a point there.
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Also the funny thing about heroes is that they tend to end up dead.
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You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become a villain.
Isn't than an Xbox quote?
Naw, pretty sure it's Batman.
Whatever its origin, point is that my fate's a long way off.
Gotta go out with a bang!
Not a whimper.
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