[EVENT/OPEN TO ALL] The Coliseum

[INGVAR NOBEL]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000;][bg=C4C4C4][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/xbbygm.jpg] See who I am break through the surface Reach for my hand words 368 tagged Event music Within Temptation - See Who I Am comments Come post with me~<3 It was sweltering hot, even for Italy. As a Nordic, Ingvar Nobel was not pleased. Even though he did get some warm weather, it was nothing compared to what it felt like in the Coliseum. He fanned himself with one of the cheesy little tourist pamphlets he’d picked up at the entrance—cheesy, but semi informative. And remembering what things had been like back then made him smile, even though he was burning up. Things had definitely been livelier then. And fun. Things had definitely been more fun. Staring down into the pit, the Swede couldn’t help but think of the past; his past. He’d ruled most of Northern Europe with an iron fist when he was an Empire. Hell, if he hadn’t been greedy, he might have been on top still. And, of course, if it hadn’t been for Russia, Denmark, and Norway. The bastards. He remembered fondly the times when he’d surpassed all three of them. If he’d asked them to lick his boot, they just might have been forced to oblige. A chill ran down Ingvar’s spine, and his smile widened. Nothing could push down his inner Viking—he would always love the control he’d had, even if he held a friendly façade now. It was dangerous not too. If any of the stronger nations knew he was still power hungry, they’d probably lock him down. Especially America. God, he stuck his nose in everything. Too bad he hadn’t been around back when Ingvar and Kalevi could have used his help. A dusty wind blew in his face, and Sweden coughed at the intrusion. But even that made him remember the good old days. If only they could go back to wind-swept battlefields, filled with the sounds of clashing metal and war cries. Back to the days when he got along with Denmark and Norway, and Finland was that neighboring nation he was eyeing. Yeah, those were the days. The ex-Viking peered around the coliseum, looking for someone to share this building nostalgia. There was surely someone that he knew all those years ago that he could talk about ‘the good old days’ with. He would be just fine with someone he didn't know too.

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[KLAUS MØLLER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000] blew down the doors to let me in shattered windows and the sound of drums people couldn't believe what i'd become ♙words: 291 || ♙tags: event || ♙music: dance dance by fallout boy revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate Out of all the places that were available for tourists, the one place Klaus would most likely stay at was the Coliseum. Why? Well because it was large and crowd controlled. One hand was deep in his pocket while the other one was moving a pamphlet back and forth to cool himself off. That wasn't all though. His hair was clipped back so his bangs wouldn't stick to his forehead, and adorning his face was a pair of large sunglasses that he picked up at a local vending stand. It was too hot here.. he wanted to go home.. his skin felt like it was peeling off. There were many of the complaints that were running through his head right now. He would be spouting them out loud, but there was no one to complain to as he dodged around people as they walked through the pathway over the pits below. He wouldn't mind just jumping down there and running around. A grin grew on his face as he imagined it, and even thought of the olden days. A nostalgic sigh escaped him as he started patting his chin with the pamphlet. That was when he noticed another Nordic there. Aha, he wouldn't've been surprised if the other Nordics were here as well. It was like a calling ground or something for those who used to battle great battles and wars. "Oi, Ingvar!" He all but shouted, not that he meant to.. The heat must have been drying away at his brain or something. But luckily for him, the other tourists seemed to have simply ignored his sudden loudness and continued on their way. A slight sheepish expression played on his face as he made his way over to the other. just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king ♙notes: wooo, first post! credit to gREY of OTE || lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay