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Post by Sydinator on Dec 11, 2010 20:44:02 GMT -5
ukraine music list [/center] plain ukraine (10 songs)
[/i] Rambling Man . Laura Marling ; Soviet EraWhat he Wrote . Laura Marling ; ModernBlackbird . Beatles ; Fall of the UnionPearl . Katy Perry ; Looking back on Soviet EraToo Beautiful . HE IS WE ; Soviet EraThere she Goes . Sixpence None the Richer ; ModernHorse and I . Bat for Lashes ; Cossack EraWild Sage . Mountain Goats ; ModernKeep Breathing . Ingrid Michaelson ; Modern[/ul] ukraine and her siblings (3 songs)[/i] We Both Go Down Together . The Decemberists ; Soviet EraUs . Regina Spektor ; Looking Back on the Union[/ul] ukraine to her siblings (8 songs)[/i] Clumsy . Fergie ; ModernBoats and Birds . Gregory and the Hawk ; ModernYou'll be in my Heart . Tarzan ; Kievan Rus EraBetween the Lines . Sara Bareilles ; ModernGolly Sandra . Eisley ; ModernLullaby for a Stormy Night . Vienna Teng ; Kievan Rus EraCorner of Your Heart . Ingrid Michaelson ; Modern[/ul] ukraine to russia (11 songs)[/i] Night Terror . Laura Marling ; GeneralMy Manic and I . Laura Marling ; GeneralOats we Sow . Gregory and the Hawk ; ModernSally's Song . Fionna Apple ; SovietNot that Girl . Wicked ; ModernSkinny Love . Birdy ; Fall of the UnionSamson . Regina Spektor ; Looking Back on the Soviet EraGravity . Regina Spektor ; From the Start to the UnionStill Feel the Bruise . The Mountain Goats ; ModernSomewhere Out There . Our Lady Peace ; Golden Horde Era[/ul] ukraine to others (3 songs)[/i] Recessional . Vienna Teng ; Ukraine to BelarusSummer Sunshine . The Corrs Antebellum . Vienna Teng[/ul][/size] It's easy to miss the magic we see every day in our lives. The twinkle of the stars, the wind that blows through our hair, the smiling old lady, and even the little mouse that vanishes behind a corner one second. Yes, that's right, a mouse. In fact, that little black mouse you saw today could perhaps be the most magical creature you'll ever see. Because, you see, that little mouse was made by a man with a knack for magic and was blessed with magical abilities of his own. Not that you would have noticed, of course, its very hard to notice the magic now-a-days, but, it does exist. It most certainly does exist. xxx In a world not much un-like our own live several (or perhaps hundreds would be a better word) rather normal creatures. As normal as one can be anyway, when living in a world filled with magic. Here dreams become reality and, the stories we all saw play out on our screen as a child come to life. Here, in this world, the characters and creations who hold the title as a “Disney Character” come to life and here, here in this reality these characters live out their lives like any normal human would. Even if they aren't human. In this world the animals all talk, all the predators become docile creatures, and here each hero and heroine interact with others made by the same company. Belle is best friends with Pocahontas, Simba and Lilo are friends, and even Beast has taken a liking to the Aristocats' company. But in a world where heroes exist, so do the villains. And exist these villains do, none of them are locked up or anything of that sort, these menacing creatures tend to roam around doing whatever they please, whether its to plot against the heroes or just harass others. Here they can do whatever they please, for its not like that can gain power or harm the others, all of their powers have long since been stripped of. They're powerless and some are even harmless without their powers. The heroes still watch them though, you can never be too careful with villains, after all. None the less, despite the villains, it seems as this world is just perfect and, as we all know, perfect can get boring some times so, whenever the characters please they can leave their own world and enter ours. You won't notice them, they may retain their appearance (or it may change so you won't recognize them, after all, someone like Quasimodo or Simba would be easy to spot) but still, you won't notice them. It's hard to notice the magic that is around you, after all. So, that black mouse you noticed the other day, the redheaded boy with a twinkle in his eyes, the little blond, yes, they could have all been from this other world. You would never know, though. But one day, one day after Mickey Mouse, advisor and leader of this world, left with his beloved Minnie for a well deserved vacation in the real world, odd things began to happen. Just the other day the portal to our own world opened and yet, no one left Disney reality. No, no, instead someone entered their reality from the other side. In other words, humans entered the reality they should have never entered and upon their entrance to this realm the fragile reality both worlds were holding broke. Now, the villains' powers have been granted back, as well as their freedom into the other world. So far, the villains have done nothing with their new found powers but, everyone can tell they're plotting something and will strike soon. Disney characters are vanishing left and right now, kidnapped or stuck in the other world perhaps, no one knows. But there is one thing everyone knows: with Mickey gone, this can only get worse. And so, there is only one thing the characters must do. They must venture into our realm in search of their leader and, they must find him fast... Because before long, there may be no magic left at all.
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Post by Sydinator on Dec 13, 2010 16:04:32 GMT -5
100 THEMES ; UKRAINE 1. Introduction ;[/i]” or " Ukraine", the borderlands but, behind closed doors she is Yekaterina. To her siblings, who will all come later, she is “ Sister” and “ Katya” but, to her mother, to Kieven Rus, she will always be Yekaterina, the strange babe with beautiful blue eyes. Pure, like the sky. Yes, to her mother, she will always be Yekaterina.[/ul] 2. Love ;[/i] and, from that day on, she is his. Mama leaves them, after Vanya's birth, leaves them in a tiny house away from her capital. Katya still loves her Mama, even when she does return. Vanya is needy though, Vanya is her baby so, Katya loves him more. She will still love him, even as he grows and his mind leaves him. Katya will always love her Vanya, her Mama, and the third sibling that will join them one day. She will always love them.[/ul] 8. Away ;[/i], her boss had made that painfully clear. Russia was bad, bad for Ukraine, bad for her people, seeing him would just bring about bad things. She needed to stop thinking about him, that's what her boss said. Concentrate on something else. She couldn't. She just couldn't, Russia- Vanya needed her, she knew he did. He had to. They, him, Natasha, and herself, had been together so long, so very long- Her boss didn't understand. She wasn't going back to him, she wasn't visiting Russia, she was just- She was just visiting her little brother. Her littler brother that she had left and must have been so miserable. He hated being alone and, that's what she had done. She had left him, left her poor little brother all alone. Left him all alone in that big house of his, that cold house of his. There was no one there to feed him anymore, no one to fix his scarf or, to make sure he was getting sleep... Her boss said their would be people checking on him occasionally, he was a nation his leader would have to make sure he was okay but, her boss just didn't understand. No one knew her Vanya like she did. He wouldn't eat if he didn't have to, he wouldn't sleep, not when he was alone. He would just drink his vodka and- Ooh, it wasn't like she regretted leaving him! Nonono! It wasn't like that at all! Her people were happy now, so happy! But- she loved her brother, she loved both of her siblings so much... he just couldn't abandon them- She had to make sure they were okay. Natasha, she could take care of herself, she was so strong (stronger then Katya herself could ever hope to be) but, Vanya- Her little Vanya- He crumbled so easily, he was- the years had not been kind to him. They had changed her little Vanya, they had ruined him. She had to make sure he was alright, she had to take care of him, no one else would... But she couldn't. It was- It wasn't fair. She had been ruled by others all her life but, even when she was free she couldn't do what she wanted. It wasn't total freedom- She was still ruled over by someone else- M-maybe if she asked nicely she could- No, they wouldn't let her. They never let her. Even when she was free... Even when she was independent- “I'm sorry Vanya, I'm sorry- I can't see you, my boss said- I'm s-sorry-” She always was.[/ul] 12. Insanity ;[/i] there. She does not see it because she is so happy, she is free, and her brother, her Vanya is there and they do not have to be apart anymore. She does not see the madness, the madness in her brother, because she's hugging him and sobbing. Soon he comes and takes Natasha from them, from Toris, and they can be a family again. She does not see the madness then, nor later when he reclaims all of her land past the Dnieper as his own. She does not see the madness within her sister, either. The dark look, the quiet voice, the obsession, she sees none of it back then. Years later, though, when she's mending her own broken bones (because Vanya always breaks his toys), she realizes there has always been a madness in her family. By then it's too late though, her siblings are too far gone to help. She stays anyway, despite this, because she is their sister and she will protect them from everything, even themselves, if she must. That is what good sisters do. Katya is a good sister.[/ul] 22. Mother ;63. Do not Disturb ;76. Broken ;[/i]” and, after a while, Toris stops asking her. Katya is glad for this, (even if she will never say so aloud), because, after saying this so many times, she starts to stop believing it herself. But, she has to, because she knows, she knows her Vanya, the little violet eyed boy she raised, would never hurt his sister. Would never hurt his Katya (she is his and he is, well, he will always be hers, in her mind) on purpose. Her Vanya is kind and gentle, he is, he is not the monster Toris describes. He would never, never do any of those things. (And yet, Katya knows he does, just as well as Toris knows.) Toris and the others, they just don't understand. She and Natasha, they are the only ones who understand, who knew him before. The others don't know of Katya's Vanya. (What Katya has yet to realize though, is that her Vanya, the little boy she raised, is long gone. It will be a while before she realizes this, as well.) They do not know how he will come to her, crying and blabbering. They do not know of what he's gone through. They just don't understand. He apologizes, later on that day, when it's just Katya and Vanya, he apologizes and apologizes and cries while holding her bruised arm and promises to never do it again. He didn't mean it, he wails, and Katya forgives him. Katya will always forgive him.[/ul]
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Post by Sydinator on Apr 22, 2011 16:08:16 GMT -5
Sydney's Ukraine HeadCanon[/i] a very oblivious person but, some of it is just an act. * Despite being a huge Christian, Ukraine is all for all forms of love. If a nation can find happiness, any ounce of happiness, even if it's with two other nations or someone of their own gender, then good for them. They've done what most nations can't, and, they deserve to be happy because of it. * Ukraine does not like to speak of anything pertaining to WWII. She has forgiven all the parties involved, as much as she can, and has tried to move on but, it's hard. * Despite others telling her that it was not her fault, could not have been her fault, Ukraine blames herself for Chernobyl. Blames herself for all the pain Belarus had to endure, and still endures, because of it. * Speaking of Chernobyl, Ukraine still has a scar-wound from it. It's on the left side of her stomach and it stretches up to her ribcage. It large, it's red, and it is ugly. It hasn't healed over fully just yet, either. Sometimes it will scab over, and, sometimes it will re-open itself. * Ukraine is covered in scars across her arms, legs, and back. Most have faded and healed over but, Ukraine is still very self-conscious about them. * Ukraine does not think of herself as “pretty”, she knows Belarus is the pretty one and envies her little sister's delicate skin and beautiful everything. * Ukraine loves children, loves them. She would love to have some of her own but, fears what would happen to the little one if she ever did have one. * There's two things that both Belarus and Russia are scared of, and one of them Ukraine in “protective” mode. No one insults her siblings, or hurts them, in her presence. The pitchfork is not just for show, after all. * The second thing is drunk Ukraine. She doesn't get drunk easily but, most of the time, Ukraine keeps herself away from anything stronger then wine in a soup. Ukraine is an “adventurous, violent” drunk. The type who will grab you, insist that you go cliff diving with her, and then threaten you with disembowelment when you try to resist. * Cossack-Ukraine was scary, scary and pretty vulgar. She thought she was hilarious though, and Ukraine looks back fondly on her Cossack days. She thinks they were all lovely men, and they had the best of times together. * Sometimes, especially if arguing with Poland, you can see bits of her Cossack days bleed back into her. * Ukraine doesn't have many friends. Excluding her siblings, the only “friends” she has are Poland, Canada, and Estonia. And even then she's not sure if they're really her friends, because, what if they feel differently? How horrible would that be? * As of late, though, America has been inching his way onto her “possible-not-sure” friends list. * Ukraine speaks several languages. Ukrainian is and always will be her first language but, she can speak Russian and Belorussian just as well as she can Ukrainian. She peaks English, Polish, and Lithuanian rather fluently but, not as well as the first three. She can also speak some bits and pieces of German, Turkish, Hungarian, and Greek. * Whenever she needs to tell Belarus something important, Ukraine uses Belorussian in hopes to get Belarus to speak it again. It doesn't really work.[/ul]
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Post by Sydinator on May 12, 2011 18:36:27 GMT -5
but, i'm broken too[/i]! This was, this was suppose to be helping them, all of them, all of their people- This was suppose to make them stronger, make them better, his boss had said so, had promised him- W-why was she so thin, then? Was it working? She didn't look very strong, he had seen her so much stronger before- But, no- No! It had to be working, she would be strong again, just like his boss promised, and then everything would be wonderful again. His house was so big now, he had so many friends there, now. He knew she would like that, his big sister had always loved to take care of others, sometimes she looked so sad back home though, but, he knew she wouldn't be like that anymore. She was going to be strong now, after all! And strong countries weren't sad, they weren't sad ever- “ V-vanya?” The little bundle of blankets on the blanket groaned, a tiny hand (too tiny, too skinny-) poking out from beneath it. Instantly, the tall Russian (but, he had not been called “ Russia” in years) man was on his feet, stepping over the other tiny bodies in the room and moving towards the only one on a bed. This was who he had come to visit, his big sister, his poor, poor big sister. She looked so tiny now, far tinier then he had ever seen but, it was all for good, yes? She'd be better soon, he just knew it, and she wouldn't cry anymore. They could all be happy, like before, and now they'd have even more friends! “Here I am, Syestra, please don't cry.” Sitting down on the edge on the bed, the violet eyed man leaned forward to brush a few strands of damp hair out of the tiny woman's eyes. He was still not use to seeing it so short, she had cut it years ago, when she had tried to run away from him- He had gotten her back, of course, because siblings were always suppose to be together, (she had told him this, herself), but, it still hurt to think about it. He didn't know why she would of wanted to leave him, she was his big sister, she was suppose to love him- But, he couldn't think about that right now. He had to focus on his sister, his Ukraine, (Katya, his mind screamed), his big sister who needed him. “O-oh...” The woman gave a little moan, trying to push herself up with one elbow. “I-i'm so sorry, Vanya, I must look h-h-horrible-” Tears were forming in her eyes, again, and Ivan, (that was his name, wasn't it? Only his Ukraine called him that now, though), could only watch sadly as his big sister coughed and hacked, before breaking down into a sob. “I-I should be working, n-not laying a-around. M-my people, oooh, my children, I-I'm s-such a bad mother-” “Nyet!” The man shook his head furiously, reaching forward to pull the trembling woman into his grasp, despite her protests. “N-no, Syestra looks beautiful, she is always so pretty, please, please do not cry, Syestra. You are so much prettier without any tears on your face.” He only received a choked noise in reply as the blonde woman finally stopped her resistance at being held. (It had only been weak resistance anyway, the Russian may have had more of a struggle with a little child.) Petting her hair, (so short, he wished she would grow it out again), the man gave a soft hum and shifted his older sister's position within his arms. “Belarus-” There was a sharp pause, an unwary silence beside the moaning in the room. “...N-natalya misses you.” “D-d...oes she?” “Oh yes, we all miss you Syestra, we all miss you very much.” The blue eyed woman made no movement for a long, long time and, had it not been for her shallow breathing, Ivan would of thought her to have died. Finally, when it seemed like she could of only fallen asleep, she moved again, moaning out a question that must of sat on her tongue for ages. “H-how is she, N-Natalya?” Pretty Belarus, with her long hair and dull eyes. She didn't speak much anymore, she could be so quiet when she wanted, and she was getting skinny now. He was sure, if he was to pull her shirt up, she could count all her ribs. They were all so skinny now, though, all of his new wonderful friends, he was sure something was wrong with them. But, Ukraine, she looked worse for wear- B-but, that was okay, Ivan was sure she'd look better soon, so soon. “.....Natalya is well.” The woman gave a shaky, content sigh, leaning her forehead against the chest of her brother as she did so. “....G-good. .....M-may I see her?” He frowned and shook his head, careful as to not disrupt her position. “Nyet, I do not think that would be good.” (His boss said this had to be kept from the others- a grand secret, yes?) She had gone still again, and the Russian man's frown just slightly larger as he eyed his sister's still form. He moved forward to hug her, because she looked like she desperately needed one but, as soon as his fingers brushed her shoulders, she let out a deafening hack. Her shoulder shook with fury, and Ivan could feel the sting of her tears against his chest as she hacked and coughed. He could see blood now, trickling out of the corners of her lips as she coughed, and the man gave a scared little squeak, gathering her whole body up in his arms. “Shh, shh, Syestra, p-please-” The hacking continued on at an alarming rate, and, Ivan could feel tears prick at his own eyes. H-how was this strong? She was suppose to be strong now, how was this helping?! Squeaking, the tall man began to rock the woman, his mind desperately searching for an old tune he had heard once, long, long ago. ( Baby, baby, rock-a-bye, on the edge you mustn't lie....) And he sung to her, with his voice breaking and his lips stumbling over the lines because he frightened, until her coughing finally subsided to tiny little dry heaves. He didn't let her go then though, even as she moaned into his shirt about the blood but, eventually, even her cries and heaves stopped all together. She was so tired lately, the man could tell and, it worried him, because she was suppose to be strong- ( Or the little grey wolf will soon to come, nip you on the tum, tug you off into the wood-) “V-vanya?” “Hm...?” “I am- I am still strong, yes? E-even like this?” “.....Y-yes, of course, Syestra.” Because she had to be strong, for him. They all had to be strong, for the Union. They had to be. ( And lay you underneath the willow wood.)[/ul] need[/i] them. She loved her life, loved the soil of her home and the wheat fields in her yard- not to mention how the sky was so very blue and could stretch on forever- Yes. Yekaterina loved her home, loved it very much. She would not trade her place with anyone in the world, never never, and- Well, she was not a very envious person, not until children were involved, at least. Sometimes Yekaterina were envious of her children, those born to her soil- or the one who had ran to her when the Union collapsed. The mortals, humans, they were lucky. Their families were never ripped apart, or forced apart, they had worries yes but, Yekaterina felt as if they were the luckiest sort in the world. They had families, they could start families, settle down, their children would always be their children- Yekaterina's children... Well, she loves her children, (her citizens), but, sometimes they leave for another country and do not return and, she's okay with that, really! But, she still misses them... And her other children, because they could certainly only be considered her children, she had raised them- (Ivan, Natalya, they were hers, weren't they? She was their elder sister but, she had raised them and no one else helped, it had all been her, and they had loved her so much, back then, so they had to be hers, right? There was no else, no one at all.) They weren't hers now, were they? Separated by borders once more, she still loved them but, they could not be a family any more, not like before, never like before. Yes, sometimes Yekaterina was envious of them, her children, her citizens, her humans. Sometimes she wonders what it would feel like to be needed, needed like the little ones need their parents and family. (She is needed but, only in the way that a human needs a nation.) But, only sometimes. (Natalya calls later on, her dress is ripped and Yekaterina nearly sobs as she promises, “yes, yes, of course I will repair it”, and she smiles through the tears, because, yes, they are still hers.)[/ul]
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Post by Sydinator on Jun 4, 2011 17:52:54 GMT -5
isle of man, startrefuge[/i], (because if he has a brother, then, he must have a mother), but, he is so enraptured with just being with the oldest one again that he asks none of these. He is just content to be around others again, someone like him, that these questions never leave his lips. They talk and talk for days, (or the older boy does, at least. The other one has never been a good talker.), and he learns of the druids of the older one's homeland. He learns that the people coming to his island, (his tiny island with Themselves), are seeking haven from something- the older one never says what but, the boy is sure it can not be a good thing if the older boy's people are running from it. The boy thinks this is grand, because his home does not have many people on it, and he decides it would be good to show the older boy all of his home, so he will know they will be safe here. It is when the boy is trying to catch a bird, (to show his brother), that the topic of names comes up. The boy has never had a name before, his people call him “the fae child” and Themselves don't call him much of anything. It is apparently strange not to have a name, though, because his brother looks at him strangely when he says he has no name. “That's no good.” His brother says and, the boy asks him if he has a name, then. He laughs and says his people call him 'Eire' and, the boy thinks it's a fine name. It fits him, the boy decides, and, when the sun starts to set and Eire sits down against a tree, in the grass, the boy crawls up to him and asks him if he can have a name, too. His brother looks at him for a moment and then he grins and says his people, (Eire's people), call him 'Mannin' but, he can be 'Aleyn' from now on. And the boy grins and curls up against Eire and he is so happy because this is the first time he's had a name and he is glad Eire gave it to him. The boy, Aleyn now, falls asleep in the grass, under a tree, curled up against the brother he was so sure he had and is so glad to have found. He wakes up alone, though, and no matter how far he searches he just can not find his brother or any of his boats. He ends up on the shore, and, the Little People curl around him and hold him tight as he wails and sobs. They say he doesn't need Eire, or anyone else, because he has them and who would need anything else? He is grateful for Themselves, his lovely friends, and eventually all thoughts of Eire leave his head, as do the memories of him ever coming to shore. He keeps his name, though, even if he can't remember who gave it to him now. But Aleyn thinks his name is a nice one, and, it reminds him of cool grass and breezy summer days, though he is never sure why. The Little People know why but, they will never tell and, Aleyn is alright with that. They- he and the Little People- were never very good at talking, anyway.[/ul] English Rule - Mannin - 1290
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Post by Sydinator on Jun 4, 2011 17:55:05 GMT -5
“Oh, look, Syestra, that's Harry Potter! He is very famous here, yes?”
Platform 9 ¾ was once, again, a very crowded mess. Parents crowded around their children, giving them final goodbyes and students were piling into compartments on an awaiting train. Most of the children on the platform, all students of Hogwarts, no doubt, had a parent with them, or at least, a guardian of some sort. One group of children, however, all huddled together, had no sort of guardian or parent with them, and, in fact, looked rather lost amongst the large crowd. Their little group consisted of one tall boy and then two girls. If their looks were anything to go by, then, all three of the children were obviously related. Siblings, perhaps, or maybe cousins. Currently, though, instead of rushing to the train or giving last goodbyes, their eyes were trained on one Harry Potter. The older man was surrounded by family and, seemed to be giving a pep talk to a boy who could only have been his son. The little group continued to stare, until the man turned away from his son to wave him off.
The older girl of the trio tore her eyes away from him first, drawing in a sharp breath as she nodded. “Tak, that is him, Vanya.”
The tall boy beamed, clearly pleased with himself, though, this pleasure began to melt away as the youngest member of their group finally began to speak. “Brat is so smart. He will make a strong, smart husband one day.” The little girl's hand snuck up as she finished speaking, twisting its way around the boy's scarf with a tug. This only caused the boy to grow uneasy, face paling as he attempted to pull away from the younger girl's grip.
“Ahaha, I am not so smart Natalya, anyone going to Hogwarts should know who Harry Potter is, yes?” “Oh but, Brat, you saw him right away! You are so clever!” The girl's grip seemed to be tightening, because the tall boy was growing more and more wary. “N-no, Natalya let me go- Syestra, help!”
The boy was lucky that the train whistle decided to blow right then, because he looked close to hysteric tears by that point and, the distraction caused the little blonde's grip on his scarf to loosen. He took this as his chance to escape and promptly ducked behind the older girl, who seemed to be panicking herself.
“O-oh no! We're going to miss the train!” She moved quickly, making sure to hand off their trolleys to the train worker who was hurrying in the last few trunks and boxes.
“Everything is there, yes?” “Da, Syestra, you should not worry so much.” The only acknowledgment she received from the little girl was a nod. Beaming, the blonde haired girl ushered her two companions onto the train, murmuring little whispers of encouragement as they boarded the train. They shuffled about the train for a bit, looking for an empty compartment, before finally finding one towards the end of the train. The girl claimed the seat closest to the window, the tall boy piling in next to her. The little girl, whether because she wanted to be with the boy or because she didn't want to sit alone, (most likely the former, really), squeezed in next to the boy. He looked positively appalled to have her sit next to him, she looked absolutely pleased, the other girl, like usual, seemed somewhat oblivious to it all.
“We are lucky.” She stated, after a moment. The boy nodded his agreement and, after a moment, the train rattled to life. “I hope it is warm there, this Hogwarts.” The older girl blinked, before smiling and leaning her head on the boy's shoulder. “I am sure it is, Vanya. I hear from others they have a greenhouse.” She paused, nuzzling his shoulder in a comforting way. “They may have sunflowers, just for you.” The boy's violet eyes softened and a gentle smile began to twist across his face.
“That would be nice-” Their compartment door was flung open, disturbing the peaceful scene within. All three heads twisted around to stare at the “intruder”. They were greeted with the sight of a sheepish, dark haired looking boy. Wide green eyes stared into the room, and a girl with bushy red hair peered in over the boy's shoulder. The two blinked, obviously surprised, before the boy started stuttering out an apology.
“Sorry! W-we didn't know anyone was here, we'll just l-leave-”
“Nyet!” The tall boy had moved now, disrupting the two girls who had been leaning on him. “Sit down, we do not mind.” Actually, it seemed like the little girl did mind, if the glare she was giving the two newcomers was anything to judge by. The two “intruders” glanced uneasily at each other, before finally deciding to just go ahead and sit down. They piled in, taking up the other seat and, the tall boy smiled, leaning back against his seat.
The bushy redhead spoke first. “Thanks, all the other compartments were full. Are you first years, too? You both look older then first years but, there's no way to be sure! Albus and I are both first years, though we both have cousins in older years. We're both really excited, aren't we, Albus?” She paused, looking to the dark haired boy expectantly, who gave a tiny nod, before turning back to the trio on the other side of the compartment. “I'm Rose Weasley, by the way, and, he's,” She motioned towards the freckle faced boy, who was starting to turn red by now, before she continued to speak. “Albus Potter, I'm sure you've heard of his father, right?”
The little trio blinked, the older girl looking rather lost in the whole conversation, while the younger one merely glared daggers at the two newcomers. The boy, though, seemed rather ecstatic about the whole thing. “Da! I have! He is man who saved wizarding world, yes?” He beamed at Rose and Albus, clearly interested.
Rose nodded, straightening her sitting position as she eyed the strange trio. “Yes, he is. Albus can tell you all about that, though. But first, what are your names?! You don't sound very British, are you foreigners?” Albus leaned in, shyly waving to the older girl near the window, who waved back. The girl did not move to answer Rose's question though, instead the blonde boy cut in to answer.
“Oh! Yes, we are not from here. We are all from Russia, very far away.” His smile never left his face, and, he gestured at the two girls sitting next to him. “I am Ivan Braginsky, and these are my syestras. Little one is Natalya, big one is Yekaterina.” Rose gave a little squeak, leaning forward instantly.
“Russia! How strange! Why would Russians be coming to Hogwarts?” Ivan, for a moment, looked offended but, his older sister, Yekaterina, quickly cut in. “Silly, we got letter, of course.”
Rose blinked, mouth agape. Albus frowned, blinking at the three. “S-so, you're all first years t-then?” Ivan shook his head, pulling his sisters towards him before speaking. “Nyet. Just Katya- Yekaterina and I.” Rose, out of her stupor, blinked, gaping at them once more. “So, she's,” she motioned at Natalya, who had nuzzled her head under her brother's scarf by now. “older then you two?”
Yekaterina gasped, shaking her hands wildly. “No, no! Natalya is baby! She is littler by two years, she is not in school, yet.” Albus and Rose blanched, eyes wide.
“What?!” That was Rose. “Why is she here, then?” That was Albus. The two older blonde shrugged, and, after a few moments of awkward silence, Ivan spoke up.
“We could not leave her, she is little.”
And with that as their only answer, the compartment lulled into silence. Of course, there had to be a reason why a nine year old was being whisked away to Hogwarts alongside her two older siblings. And, in truth, Ivan's answer was the actual reason, though there was more to it then just that. You'd have to ask the Headmaster about that, though, and, even then, it's doubtful he'd answer the question. Arthur Kirkland was a strange man, they all said, talked to things that weren't really there, was by far the youngest looking headmaster they had ever had, and was just all about strange. Some said he had been alive as long as Britian had existed, too.
They were all just rumors, of course but, while in the Wizarding World, some listened to rumors more then others.
Ivan and his two sisters though, really had never heard of these rumors, in fact, they weren't even aware a Wizarding World existed until about two months ago, when some strange British man showed up at their door. That itself ended up being a very strange incident, because, at the time, they spoke no English and the British man, (Arthur Kirkland, they could remember his name, now), spoke no Russian. And from then on he kept asking for their parents, though after a about an hour, when no adult guardian came forth, they think he finally realized that they had no family. Just them three, all alone.
(It hadn't always been that way, though. There had been a man, ages ago, with a harsh stare and skin like ice but, he had watched them and they had loved him.)
So Mr. Kirkland, with the charisma and manners only a dead horse could possess, went about to try to explain things to them. Which, really, only made them more confused, because they were really only three little children on their own who had never heard of a “wizard” or a “witch” before. To give him credit though, Mr. Kirkland did eventually get it through to the children about the school and how they really needed to go. He handed them their letter and list of things to buy (in Russian, no less! How thoughtful.) and he seemed to have them hooked, until the oldest realized they would need to buy things.
(No no, we don't have any money for this! We can't go, we can't!)
Arthur Kirkland had been adamant though, that, no, they just absolutely must go. There were funds to pay for them, they didn't have to worry, he would pay for their flight to England, for a hotel for them to stay in until school started. He and the school would pay for everything, they just had to come! There was not much room for argument with Mr. Kirkland, so, in the end, Yekaterina buckled and agreed to let herself and her siblings come to Hogwarts for the school year. And why shouldn't of she? There was free room and board, warm beds, and, if Mr. Kirkland was being honest, they wouldn't have to pay for anything.
Which was good, because Yekaterina barely had enough money to pay for food for herself, let alone her two little siblings.
The whole time, though, there had been no discussion of Natalya being too little for the school. Not even when Mr. Kirkland brought them to England, (which was big and amazing, so much busier then their little village), was Natalya brought up. Mr. Kirkland had even bought her clothes and a tiny robe, for herself. Yekaterina and Ivan thought nothing of this, at the time, and not even now, with their two new found companions questioning it, did they find it strange.
They couldn't imagine leaving their littlest sister alone anywhere, anyway.
That would just be horrible.
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Post by Sydinator on Jun 7, 2011 15:01:41 GMT -5
victorian circus au [/u][/center] young circus al[/i] the circus. It was hard not too, when that was all you knew. Sure, sometimes it was lonely, or strange, and you had to be around people you didn't like a lot, but, he still liked it. He liked the bright lights, the flashing colors, the music, the happy children- He liked it all! But, what he liked most of all, was soaring above the crowds, high up in the tent with Matthew. Twisting and twirling, flying through the air.. It gave him a surge of exhilaration, a burst of adrenaline, and a feeling of pure joy. A feeling that would take forever to go away. Up there it was just the two of them, flying and relying on each other to land or grab each others' hands. That was his favorite part of the circus. He wasn't even that good at being a trapeze artist, he and Mattie were only ten after all, and they had just been teaching themselves since they were eight. (Since Alfred had found lost Matthew wandering in the empty fairgrounds and had convinced him to join him at the circus, since when Al had found his best friend.) But, still! Being up in the air was still his favorite part of the circus, especially since Arthur and Francis, (who had both 'adopted' Alfred and Matthew respectively, since they had no guardians), were saying they were getting better and better! His next favorite thing was the food, though. Romulus was a really good cook, he fed everyone fresh pasta and sometimes they got leftover popcorn, if they were really good. There was one thing Alfred didn't like about the circus, though. Just one thing. It was the second tent, the one next to the bigtop. The sideshow, the freakshow- Whatever you wanted to call it. It scared Alfred. There were things in there, things that didn't look human. Stuffed lambs with five legs, the bearded lady, a man with tattoos all over his body... And of course the twins. The twins were what really scared Alfred. Lovino and Feliciano, Romulus's two grandchildren, the pretty little Italian boys- Or at least, they would be pretty, if they had two separate bodies. But, they didn't. It was like someone had taken the twins, when they were little, cut them in half, and sown Lovino's left half of his body together with Feliciano's right part. Matthew liked to talk to them, said Feliciano was sweet- Alfred didn't think so, though. Matthew had never been in the tent, with everyone else. They were all scary, and Lovino and Feliciano especially. He didn't care how friendly Mattie though Feliciano was, Alfred had heard Lovino screaming and cursing enough to be frightened of them. But, whatever, Matthew could talk to them, if he wanted. But, Alfred hoped Matt didn't think that he'd come running to save him, if the tattoo man decided they needed another addition to the sideshow- Except, he would. Matthew was Alfred's best friend, he'd save him a thousand times, if he had to. Mattie didn't have to know that, though. Alfred was okay with Mattie thinking that Alfred wasn't a super hero and that, really, Mattie was his favorite thing about the circus, right next to flying and the tasty spaghetti. And Mattie would stay his favorite thing, even if Alfred couldn't save him and he became a sideshow freak, too. Even if the sideshow was what Alfred hated about the circus, even if they all scared him- “Presenting the flying wonders, the golden twins!” “Al, Alfred, it's our turn!” “Right! Wait for me, Mattie!” Yeah, Alfred really liked the circus.[/ul]
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Post by Sydinator on Jun 28, 2011 2:51:24 GMT -5
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Post by Sydinator on Jul 2, 2011 22:21:15 GMT -5
a good woman[/i] for the poor boy. She tries to help him out the best she possibly can, she is quiet, she is patient, and she listens to all his sobbing and begging and crying. And then, then she tells the boy everything that went wrong and the solution to his- no, their problem. She just needs him to tell her one thing and then, then he can go home and everything will be fixed and perfect. He says he does not know what she needs though, and Yekaterina heaves a sigh and stands up. She goes to find a board, saying she knows one other way to fix the problem, then. She feels a giddy sense of satisfaction when the piece of wood cracks across the boy's head. He is a screamer, a loud one, which is a nuisance but, she takes care of that soon enough. He goes quickly, a bullet between the eyes, because Yekaterina is a merciful woman. She is merciful and she is good but, she loves her job. Is that not how it is suppose to be, though? Find a job you love? Well, Yekaterina has found that job. She goes home to her children later on that night and she hugs them and tells them how much she loves them before setting off to put them to bed. Yes, Yekaterina likes to think she is a good woman.[/ul]
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Post by Sydinator on Sept 19, 2011 21:58:48 GMT -5
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