Rashka Murdoch
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Silently I'm breaking, my makeup may be flaking, but the show goes on.
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Post by Rashka Murdoch on Sept 4, 2012 21:58:31 GMT -5
In Ukraine, it was harvest time. The fields were bountiful, though it had still cost so much to reduce the radiation that was still left over from Chernobyl. The people had gotten up before the dawn to work, and among them was Katya. Katya looked up at the sky, wiping off the sweat on her brow despite the chill in the air. Her hair was braided and wrapped around her hair, a long grey coat that fit comfortable over her breasts and high boots were the main part of her outfit. At last, it was lunch time. Time for rest, for peace from labor. The picnic basket at her side was perfect for lunch. Soon, she settled down underneath a tree a little aways from the field and closed her eyes to rest.
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Post by Marri Nell Dracfrow on Sept 4, 2012 22:16:33 GMT -5
Petra eyed the feilds from the train with an icy gaze her grey eyes not revealing any emotion as she was lost in her thoughts.The train halted to a stop and snapped her out of them and she grabbed her things and quickly stepped out of the crowded train.She hated the things but it seemed the easiest and most economically pleasing way of transportation to her boss and people to travel through Eastern Europe and today she had all the way to the Ukraine.In truth she had never been that close to the other female nation who she had always looked down on as a bit weak but then again at the time her and her people had looked down on many mainly the serbs who they had systematically tried to eradicate much like nazi germany had been doing to other groups so her mind may not have been the clearest it could have been at the time.Nor the time she had been a satellite of the Soviet Union often jealous or hateful of the special treatment the sisters of Russia seemed to get but also glad he hadnt taken as much a sick interest as he had with Prussia. But as she breathed in the cool fall air and made her way away from the cursed train the shook those memories away and focused instead on the sceneary around her.The country was beuatiful in her own way.She found her self wandering out through a feild and effectively getting a bit lost on her detour to the home of the other nation and suddenly walking around a tree tripped over someone or something and wound up face first in the grass and dirt. Usually quite dignified the now mortified nation promptly stood up stiffly and brushed herself off looking down unceremoniously and quite perturbed at whatever had caused her to fall hoping it was just a heap of some sort of grain or hay or whatever the hell Ukrainian people harvested.
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Rashka Murdoch
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Silently I'm breaking, my makeup may be flaking, but the show goes on.
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Post by Rashka Murdoch on Sept 4, 2012 22:30:25 GMT -5
Ukraine had been drifting off, thinking about her past as the lunch hour had progressed. It seemed like so long since they had a family meal, and maybe they should have another one. Sure, people thought of the nation as weak and poor. The woman would rather think of herself as old and motherly. Through her long years, Russia and Belarus had grown and taken their parts in the world. Nazi Germany had came and almost destroyed Ukraine, leaving her weak and under her brother's protection. After which, the favor was returned as Ukraine joined the Soviet Union again until her and her little sister left their brother alone. Ukraine looked up at Petra, smiling softly as her thoughts were disturbed by the accident. The girl had tripped over her stomach, getting some more dirt on her already dirty coat. It didn't matter though, harvesting was dirty and hard work. The sad thing was that the sunflower that was beside her had been trampled and broken because of the fall. "Please tell me you are okay..." Katya paused, trying to remember her name. The woman looked familiar, and somehow they knew each other... They were both just lucky that her pitchfork wasn't laying beside her, or who knows what could have happened. "And if not, share some piroshky and water with me? I have vodka as well? I have plenty to share, I tend to over cook." Which was true, she did. And barely ate any of it, but it was just easier to cook for three that had become a habit during her family years.
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