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Standing in the middle of this busy city, he couldn’t have seemed more ordinary, more unnoticeable, attired in these casual clothes, jeans, a t-shirt he’d picked up from a local shop, and the tennis shoes he himself rarely wore. The Yankee wore clothes like these, did he not? Confred could not deny that he felt incredibly uncomfortable in them, his skin craving the cotton suits he always wore. To dress so…unfashionably, if it could be called that, was difficult. A classy gentleman, he had always been. Of course, his own sense of fashion was archaic, but that was besides the point. It was a little secret of his, but the Confederate did care deeply for his image. Only the finest clothing could be worn, his hair had to be combed a certain way, specific colognes were worn—he was not effeminate in any way, of course. It was perfectly masculine to care about one’s image—! Regardless, he would always blame such habits on his French influence. Yes, yes, it was the French influence in him—
Clearing his throat, he realized his mind was beginning to wander from his current task. No, no, now was not the time to ponder over how handsome he was and how as such a handsome gentleman, he did not belong in jeans and a t-shirt! His task right now was fairly…simple, yet not entirely, he reckoned.
He needed to get in the United Nations building. If it had not been for this task, there would have been no way in hell he’d travel to such a hellish place as New York City, New York. No, no, he would have been content to stay in his country home in Virginia, or his plantation in Louisiana, or his home in the French quarter of New Orleans. Oh, what he wouldn’t do for some gumbo in that old city—
His mind was really going everywhere today, wasn’t it? It had a tendency to do this when he was nervous. The Confederate naturally had quite a few thoughts, but when he was this jittery, they simply went in all directions! It was quite annoying, considering his constant need for control. He craved to draw out a cigarette, to take a few drags to calm himself, but no, no, today he was the Yankee. The Yankee didn’t smoke much at all these days, if he ever did. He would have to hold back on that precious habit he’d had since the days of Antebellum. There was no telling if someone who knew the Yankee was around.
Right, right, the United Nations. It wasn’t too far off from where he was, he was sure. Dressed just like the Yankee, and appearing just like him as well, he knew he could get in easily. Loki had ensured that his image was identical to the Yankee’s, his eyes, height, and structure looking to be the same as the personification of the United States. Really, it was just a matter of acting. He could do this.
Yes, yes, he would just stroll in there, behave as the Yankee, all while slowly ruining the man’s reputation. He would ruin him, bring him on his knees, just as he had seen in the images Loki had shown him. It would be easy to do so, and in the end, he would be the one that everyone adored.
Sighing, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, beginning his walk down the streets of New York. He could do this. Perhaps he’d just…take a bit more of a stroll before actually entering. …Maybe get food. …Yeah.
He wasn’t sure if he hoped someone would notice him on the streets or if he preferred to remain just one more member of the crowd.
I found where they have pictures of dogs on this internet!!
What? I love dogs.
……….Dogs are lovely.
(( /WRITING STARTER FOR THE LOKI PLOT WITH CONFRED IMPERSONATING ALFRED
/GETS ON A TANGENT ABOUT CONFRED’S CONCERN WITH LOOKING PRETTY
/OKAY ))
(( I WILL BE WRITING A STARTER TONIGHT THAT FOLLOWS THE WHOLE LOKI PLOT, BY THE WAY.
And how is everyone today?
/HOPING HE CAN IMITATE THE YANKEE’S SMILE SINCE YOU KNOW SOME PEOPLE HAVE SAID HIS OWN SMILE IS CREEPY IN THE PAST EVEN THOUGH IT’S NOT I MEAN IT’S A FABULOUS SMILE PEOPLE JUST DON’T HAVE EYES
I have a fucking awesome blog and people eat potatoes and I love them to bits for it <3
(Source: hamish-wholmes)
/PLAYS WITH A CELL PHONE
/TRIES TO ACT NORMAL EVEN AS HE WANTS TO SCREAM WHEN SUDDENLY HE TOUCHES SOMETHING AND THE PHONE STARS ALARMING
/CONCERNED HE’S ALARMED THE YANKEE THAT HE’S GOING THROUGH HIS PHONE
/ACTUALLY JUST TURNED ON THE ALARM CLOCK
/ABOUT TO HYPERVENTILATE BECAUSE TECHNOLOGY IS A SCARY THING WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE DAYS OF TELEGRAPHS
/SNEAKS AWAY FROM THE YANKEE
/BECAUSE BEING CAUGHT IN HIS CLOTHING WOULD BE SUPER AWKWARD
(( REBLOGGED IT THE FIRST TIME, THEN REALIZED IT WAS TOO LONG FOR MY DASH ))
