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Killer-American
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[2015-02-18 10:26:56 +0000 UTC]
"Loading my gun-"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 842; Deviations: 40; Watchers: 581
Watching: 740; Pageviews: 10022; Comments Made: 1915; Friends: 740
# Interests
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Comments: 998
❝Dream as if you'll live forever.
Live as if you'll die today. ❞
Mostly Sane . Positively Suicidal - Partly living RP account for 2p counter part of Hetalia's U.S.A, THOMPSON L. JONES. index. [ x ]
( This is my representation of 2p America, he ain't a beauty, but he has a very real personality. He's a little different than how most people might portray him, but has many similar qualities. He isn't a murderer, and would rather sit on a cough with you instead of getting into your pants. Sure, that's mostly true-- but he can be prone to violent outbursts, so it's better to keep on his good side. He is actually quite nice, I promise he doesn't bite... unless of course, that's what you want him to do. )
❝Life is a lot more
painful than death. ❞
[ x ] Trash bag Jones.( Comment here to keep this page clean!! ) I like to keep things clean, so I'd greatly appreciate it if you could all reply to this comment with starters or if you want to talk. No need to thank me for favorites or watches, or anything in-between, I can already feel the love. I'm the admin of this account [Aster], and I usually talk under the name Trash bag Jones or use brackets. All you need to know about me-- Junior Twinkie, senior stressing over uni, I love drawing and singing. I hope to talk to you some time soon and that you enjoy your stay at my humble abode~!!
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out. omfg i havent seen a 2p america in forever ,,,
celestine was a 2p fem france & honestly i will still write her that way tbh iM,,
THANK YOU ofc for the watch back appreciated!!
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trash bag jones. omL HI THANKS EEEEE bless you. Bless your soul. No need to thank me!!
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out. ahh well thanks still! I would love to rp sometime if you’re up for it! (:
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.fottere. Sorry to bother you, but just imagine Chi and Thompson as Veronica and JD from Heathers X3
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trash bag jones. noT A BOTHER, I LOVE THIS IDEA LMAO. I LOVE THE HEATHERS and that seriously made me laugh, this is great.
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.fottere. I LOVE that musical so much and it just came to me when one of the songs started to play. It seems to fit them both pretty well too lol.
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trash bag jones. nah I fully agree with you. I highkey want to listen to that whole musical again. Gosh darn it.
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.fottere. If you ever want to do a Heathers AU, I'd totally be down ^^. You should definitely listen to it since all the songs are great.
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trash bag jones. I haven't listened to it in some time, but I would love to do something like that once I remember all the details.
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.fottere. Awesome, just let me know when you do.
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(Oh yeah sorry to ask but,do you know any 2p!Russia accounts i can Watch?...)
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trash bag jones. shoot, no. I dont know any personally off the top of my head, but I'm sure if I looked through my watch list I could fine you some.
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thank you for existing
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trash bag jones.
im?? i-- what ??
thank you ???
cries
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ooc.
He's such a babe
Lemme smooch his cheek
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trash bag jones.
Ugh omg yes pls
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ooc.
PAJSDNUIODS smoochies
OwO I have an idea for a starter I lowkey wanna send you e h e
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trash bag jones.
Mmmm yeS PLS.
send awa y
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ooc.
I CRY
BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY I WANNA DO
BUT I DOnT WANNA LIKE SPaM the living fuck outa you :'))))))
ADOJBSAD Do you think we could work up some like, pre-established relations?
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trash bag jones.
No, please spam me. By all means.
pls
And hey, I dont see why not. ;^)
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ooc.
OWO I will once we figure out re-established relations
I feel like these two would have quite an interesting past really. Amelia's a little shit, and really I could see her getting into a good bit of trouble with him lmfao
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trash bag jones.
Yea, I can see that too. Tommy is also a lil shIT
well, actually a big shit, but you get the point. Era-wise, though, I'm thinking maybe they met during WWII and have been raising hell since??
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ooc.
OMG please. Yes. I need that in my life. Like bruh, they just luttle hellions on the loose lmao.
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trash bag jones.
this is amazing. Okay, I'm pretty much set --
wheeze
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ooc.
UwU I will send you a starter here in the next day or so
Sorry things have sort of like :'))))) oof
I got distracted from this ac
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trash bag jones. oh heck, no I totally understand. You don't need to apologize. Just look at me. Lmao
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{ { Aww!! I like this account u v u } }
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trash bag jones.
AAA THANK YOU, I LIKE YOURS TOO
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( thank you omg ; ;
we can rp if you would like! ! ) )
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trash bag jones.
acK OMG PLS
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{do you have any ideas or want me to comment on a certain meme?? )
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trash bag jones.
I'm honestly up for anything but go explore some memes if you'd like, I have a lot of them
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❝Dream as if you'll live forever.
Live as if you'll die today. ❞
Mostly Sane . Positively Suicidal - Partly living RP account for 2p counter part of Hetalia's U.S.A, THOMPSON L. JONES. index. [ x ]
( This is my representation of 2p America, he ain't a beauty, but he has a very real personality. He's a little different than how most people might portray him, but has many similar qualities. He isn't a murderer, and would rather sit on a cough with you instead of getting into your pants. Sure, that's mostly true-- but he can be prone to violent outbursts, so it's better to keep on his good side. He is actually quite nice, I promise he doesn't bite... unless of course, that's what you want him to do. )
❝Life is a lot more
painful than death. ❞
[ x ] Trash bag Jones.( Comment here to keep this page clean!! ) I like to keep things clean, so I'd greatly appreciate it if you could all reply to this comment with starts or if you want to talk. No need to thank me for favorites or watches, or anything in-between, I can already feel the love. I'm the admin of this account [Annabella], and I usually talk under the name Trash bag Jones or use brackets. All you need to know about me-- Junior Twinkie, still a sophomore, I love drawing and am the Queen of the cuties. I hope to talk to you some time soon and that you enjoy your stay at my humble abode~!!
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birdman:
Ok, this sucks but I will drop it here anyway
School was a challenging time for any teen going through those years of awkwardness, uncertainty, lack of sleep and brief or lifetime romances. Best friends could be formed and worst enemies set, it was just a time that most went through with the main goal of getting through i in one piece. You had your popular kids that names were known throughout the school and then all the groups that were based around that like the jocks, the nerds and A+ students and so many more that it would take too many years to list. In all these groups though you had students that just didn’t really fit into any, that sort of were their own, normally known as misfits. Cardel probably belonged in that group over all the rest.
He was a determined student sure, if you didn’t know him by his name you would have at least heard the title ‘The albino’ floating around. Most knew him by that and he honestly didn’t prefer that title over his name, you couldn’t be a favord of every student though.
He was hard working yes but also slacked off at times where mostly it counted, his marks in anything but Drama and music were something to frown upon at times. Though a part of the misfits, and in his senior year of this intellectual prison, he tried to familiarize himself with most of the students in his year level, most of them being those sorts of popular kids with no time for others, that was kind of not his crowded and never would be. Late night parties and hanging around after school smoking sure, he could do that, but also getting on with everyone, that was a bit of a bigger issue for him. He had his doubts about making too many friends even if just for status. Few and simple, that was what he aimed for and pretty much had. Life was pretty alright compared to what high school life could be.
Today was one of his hit or miss days. It was already early morning, most classes only just opening up and students walking to their lockers in order of grabbed what they needed for classes, Cardel was already wasting time in the music rooms. Not wasting time really, but, he always spent wednesday mornings playing away at the piano before anyone else had a chance to even come in and set up for the day. He didn’t own a piano at home, at most an old keyboard that had a few keys not work. He also had a melodica, but that was wasn’t even half the amount of keys you needed for any propper songs. Really the only time he could really play was here, and if he was able too he would probably just sneak off with the schools wooden piano.
He would play until either getting shouted at to get out or the bell rung for home group, today was smooth jazz, probably one of his favorite things to play. When he played it too everything else was blocked out to him, he wouldn’t even notice someone else walking into the room.
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And walk into the room, someone had. Thompson was an ally cat most days, whether or not he showed up and stayed there was a mystery, a coin flip. He was smart, yes, but never really applied himself. Too interested in what was going on back home at the shop. He was a usual suspect, for sure. He jumped between groups at the school. Kind of a socialite. Mostly just a party animal, but certainly a rebel. Today was a day he was present, though. Looking to get away and play piano, maybe even sing a little. It seemed someone had beat him to it, however. The auditorium filling with the most beautiful collection of notes. This was jazz. Very distinct from most styles as there was almost a sort of lazy slide to the notes. It was certainly sexy, that was for sure. Leaning in the door way, Thompson crossed his arms. Watching the sight before him. Taking in all the details. He may have just found someone better than him at playing.
Sly grin on his lips, he pushed himself off the door frame, strolling up behind the other, as not to be noticed. It took a little bit of listening, but he knew the song the other was playing. He knew it fairly well. Thompson swallowed lightly before he leaned over, hand messing with some higher keys, playing a second part solo the other was unable to play due to only having two hands, a low, but raspy baritone voice scat singing along. Hopefully he wouldn't startle the other male too much, his smirk widening. Though, he could always just take over the piano if that were to happen. Either way he wouldn't be complaining.
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If Cardel ever skipped it would be between classes for a smoke break with two accomplishes of his that he hung out with almost more than anyone. Together they got up to no good but he managed. His passion for anything only ever really truly came out here in this room before this piano. It was one place he could lose himself to whatever was going on, letting his fingers effortlessly dance across the keys, his mind focusing on nothing but the music. It was no surprise that he didn't notice he was now playing for an audience of one. He had been playing the piano for years, ever since he was little, he had years learning classical songs. Jazz was his true passion though and you could hear that in the way he played it.
Not noticing the other getting closer, or ever starting to add to the song. His ears and mind only really picked up that someone had came to join in when herd words being added. Cardel opened his eyes and looked at the other before smirking a bit and going back to focusing in keeping in time. He didn't mind, it was a perfect opportunity to show off and he took it proudly. The other student clearly knew how to play, and he was able to sing too something he had never been able to get the hang of. It was a nice voice, perfect for jazz. Putting a big more effort into it now that he wasn't just playing for himself, Cardel got to the hardest bit of the end of the song and managed to play through it pretty well. As the song came to an end, he turned to the other after a moment."Well hey there, you play pretty great, sweet voice as well!" He had to say that to him, it was rude not to add good words about someone else skills.
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Thompson was more than complacent with sharing the auditorium, as well. He liked showing off for others, because if there was anything he was good at, it was playing and singing. He could play most songs with his eyes closed, or in mid conversation, but that was mostly due to constantly rehearsing as a youth under his father's hand. Not a day went by that he wasnt playing the piano, or sneaking off to play guitar. He eventually saw piano as a chore rather than a hobby, voicing his opinion on the matter not long before concocting the idea to move out.
With the end of the piece coming up, Thompson gave another few vocal runs before it ended, noticing the other looking at him. At the revival of compliments, the brunette smirked. " hey, now. I cant take all the credit, not with a master piano player like yourself in the room." He gave the other a wink, smirk widening. This guy really was amazing, though, as good if not better than Thompson himself.
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Cardel was sure for now he would be in the others good graces, it was too early to make an enemy. Anyone though who had a passion for music and could play along and sing jazz that well was automatically in his good books. Getting the compliments thrown right back with ones about his playing though, well, he was not going to be modest. Smirking a bit he suddenly looked very proud. “Ja, you have a good ear. I do take pride in my playing quite a bit, danke for noticing~” He laughed a little, swing around in the stool so he was fully facing the other now, putting out his hand. “Names Cardel Beilschmidt, but you can just call me Cardel.” He had no need for people calling him by his last name, most of the time they had a tough time pronouncing it. Plus, he liked having his name known due to that slight attention seeking side of himself.
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He blinked for a moment, clicking his tongue. This guy was full of himself. Good. He should be. Letting out another chuckle at the albinos comment, Thompson grinned. So, he was foreign? Maybe a transfer student. He'd find out soon enough, watching the other shift his body. The brunette backed up a step to make room for ... Cardel. That was an interesting name. "Thompson, but most m'friends call me Thom or Tommy." Taking the other males hand firmly, ha gave him a good ol' American smile and a shake. Saluting with the other hand, Thompson let go. The stranger had an interesting last name, too. "Y'new here, or somethin'?" The american inquired, raising a brow. "Don't think I've ever seen ya around much."
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If there was one thing the other did not hesitate in it was selling himself, a talent in its own. This man was one of many already to have experienced his strong self-confidence and that was sugar coating it a bit. He though, even though egotistical, was a friendly enough guy. He chuckled a bit himself, nodding when introductions were now both exchanged. "Nice ta meet you then Thom." He already assumed he could use one of those shorter nicknames, he considered Thompson a friend, so the other had to have had the same thought. Grinning at that salute he was given, Cardel hummed a bit in thinking about how to answer that question. "Not exactly. I started school here, but then went back to Germany for pretty much a full semester. I have been back here for around nearly a month now. That would probably explain why ya haven't seen me around much." It was clear he was German, his accent still thick but also easy to understand. He was fluent in English though still slipping some German words into his everyday talk.
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Ah. That was it. He was German. Thompson should have guessed that sooner. Crooked smirk on his lips, the American purred,"Germany? Is that where you're from, pardon my assumption." Placing both hands on his hips, Thompson shifted his weight to one side, head tilted slightly. "Lemme guess, you're related to that Ludwig kid? Ya'got the same last name, kinda got the same face." Decising to skip formalities, it seemed the other had already started using one of his nicknames, why not. Even though he sounded like an asshole most of the time when he spoke, Thompson really was interested in what Cardel had to say. As he always wanted to travel the world and visit other countries. He heard a lot of cool things about Germany. And well, they had the best beer, too.
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Hearing that Thompson now questioned it he nodded with a small chuckle. "Ja, it is and I know there is no hiding that fact either! I'm from a small town not too far from Berlin." He couldn't put on an American accent to save his life, neither cut out the words that were so natural to him. Only just getting back after a decently long stay back home as well, he would have to adjust again to speaking English every day. He hummed in reply, confirming the American's guesses. "Ja, Ludwig is my little bruder. He stayed here while I went back home, it isn't hard to tell we are related though. Even if looking a little different." Not only looks but Ludwig was already a bit taller and more filled out muscle wise due to him being on the football team. "It is a bit weird being back in here though, have you ever been to Germany, you seem to be interested." He made the assumption, the other seemed interested.
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> Humming in response, Thompson listened intently to the other. He was right. On both parts. Smirking, Thompson leaned on the piano. " Yea, he always talks about his older brother. I never thought it was you, thou ... You don't seem to fit the description he gives." Teasing the other, he left him on an end note of misinformation. " Yea, actually. Ya'right. I've always wanted ta'go. Seems like such a nice place. I haven't been many places though, aside from across country." He was referring to the U.S, his home. Thompson always thought it was cool, being from another place, speaking another language and well-- visiting places. There certainly was no way of hiding it. He sighed in content. "Man, what I wouldn't give..."
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