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[bierkoning]

@neerlandstrots // Daan

“Hey brat. You still feeling sore after losing Eredivisie this year? Yeah, Ajax smashed your precious Feyenoord.” He says Feyenoord with such childish contempt. 

[boekvanontdekking]

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Helma had come home later than usual after one of her classes. She was tired, talking to students after her final class of the day had gone from what could have been a 15 minute conversation to one that lasted an hour and a half... She knew some of her student may not pass their class this semester.  Riding her bike down the street she decided to park her bike outside the cafe before heading upstairs... A small coffee was in order. Before she could make her way however, she had noticed a “little” figure hunched on her step. She knew full well who that was, she’s recognized him anywhere. “Daan?” Helma called out, soon realizing this night may get a little longer than intended.

[derhaifischderhattraenen]

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Two weeks after talking to Tim, Michael picked up the twins and they drove down to Austria. There they stayed in a hotel for the night. It was their last day of luxury before the long journey on foot, however the twins didn’t know about that. Michael had not told them where they would go, only that they would be staying with him for the next few weeks. What he has told them though, is to go to bed early for they would be working hard the next day. He also had told them a week ago not to pack any more than the essentials, (electronics were excluded, sleeping bags included) and that all had to fit into a backpack. It probably all sounded like a lame camping trip. Taking Michael’s any of advice was completely optional to the boys.

The next day he awoke them both at 6 am. With the voice of a drill sergeant he told them to pack their things and at the hotel entrance in twenty minutes. While he waited for them Michi had a smoke and checked their route for the day one last time. Cruel as he was, he decided they would start off walking through the alpine mountains. 

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Your beautiful sister has arrived! With her driver no less and a thick fur coat new this season. Knock knock, big brother. She’s come to enjoy your company and some attention. 

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With her phone having died on the flight over, Hanako was in a bit of a panic as she got off the train. She was going to tell Tim where she was when she got off, but... it seems she’s gotten off much too late. She definitely does not know where she is. The sign outside the station reads ‘Utrecht’... That doesn’t sound right.

[wietkoning]

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 She stepped towards him with harsh steps (those high heels sure make a nice sound) and jabbed an index finger to his chest. “You, mister, look absolutely God awful and honestly it’s not really hard to tell you’re screwing around just for some mindless fun. It’s the word of the day, don’t be so defensive.” A pause.

“You should lay off the milk, if you drink more it’ll get you fat, you know?”

He rolls his eyes with an audible sigh, chugging the rest of the milk and tilting his head back as if to curse the door for even being unlocked. 

“You hacked my phone or somethin’. I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, Maaike.” Defensive? Isn’t that how he always is when he’s in the wrong? “Yeah, you should lay off the chocolate; I think I see some love handles.”

[anavasada]

Daan: "Hey Shiv! Shiv my man! Shifty Shiv~ Ya wouldn't happen to know what the penalty of stealing a handful of candy in India right?" (@neerlandstrots)

[He had just been staring at the fair boy, no matter how often he saw it, it still lept out at him. He could spot a tourist from a kilometre away. Though it took his voice for him to recognise the South Hollander]

“Death.” [Stealing is bad, kids.]

“Or in your case, dishonour. Now… which poor vendor do I pay? You should have told me you were coming, I wouldn’t have given you a reason to steal.”

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[zweibierbitte]

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Lutz was on his way again to Ned’s place. He had promised the twins to take them to the ‘Efteling’, apparently a fairytale based amusement park somewhere in the Netherlands. He had never been there but it sounded like fun! The German parked his car and walked up to the house, knocking. Now he just realized he didn’t even announce his arrival... This wasn’t so smart, but oh well. What could those kids be up to anyway. However, he was very surprised when neither Daan nor Harm opened the door but Floris! 

“Uh hi there.” He smiled a bit confused. “I don’t suppose the twins are home, are they?” 

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“Harm, Daan. How have you two been doing so far for Sinterklaas? Are you being good to your Dad and your brothers and sisters?” She has her arms crossed, standing like a foreboding mother. Despite the fact that both boys were taller than her. Maybe that just made it scarier.

[bierkoning]

Daan mockingly @ Koen: "Look how much your mom loves you!"

“At least I have one. Ohh burn.”

[boekvanontdekking]

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“Oh Jesus... One second.” Helma huffed a little looking both ways to cross the road, hurrying over to pick up a couple pieces of little and a empty water bottle before heading back. She held them awkwardly in her hands as she looked around for another trash and recycle bin. “Sorry I just can’t stand that people toss things like this just anywhere.”

[derhaifischderhattraenen]

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Any other parent would be appalled and offended by such accusations of their child, however, Tim absolutely wouldn’t be surprised by such behaviour. That didn’t take away the fact that this highly concerned and disappointed him.

“Excuse me, what?” The frown on his forehead spoke of his serious concern. “Fake IDs and louche individuals, you say? I-..” He sighed in frustration and almost disbelief. “I’m sorry, I just… Thank you for telling me. I’m just kind of in a state of shock right now and I don’t know how to react. I can’t believe that boy..! Does he even know how dangerous this is? Does he want to run into serious problems? Or does he do it purposefully to make my life hell?”

“I wish it was all just a stupid joke and I misunderstood him. He seemed to take it all very lightly, even when I brought up the danger and the potential threat of prison. However somehow from your reaction I am having my doubts that that’s the case...” As enthusiastic as he seems about Harm receiving punishment he had genuinely hoped it was all just a very badly made joke. “He claimed in front of me that you knew about it and that you were fine with it, which I’m guessing was an attempt to stop me from talking to you about it. Do you need help with him and his antics? You seem rather stressed out.”

[cryomaniac]

RP!

Magnus Densen always had a spring in his step, ever the jovial Dane. His face plasters on a smile as he strolled around the streets and canals of Amsterdam. The warm and gentle light of the slowly setting sun illuminates Denmark’s face with a shade of sunset orange. Merry as he is, he greeted people with mellow cheer, sometimes making small talk with them before parting ways.

An hour into his walking, he saw someone staring at him keenly, as if trying to discern something about his face. The Dane had his curiosity piqued slightly. It was rare for people to stare openly, much so with intensity. To his surprise, the person approached him, asking about his identity carefully.

“Are you the Kingdom of the Netherlands?”

Never a stranger to such a question, more so being in the land of said country, he was not slighted. Instead, his smile widened from ear to ear. A soft chuckle erupted from Magnus, then he shook his head.

“No, I am not. I am the Kingdom of Denmark. Why do you ask?”

With his response, the person quickly apologized, adding a response in the lines of ‘You look like him.’. The Dane chuckled once more, forgiving them before going onto his merry way. Then, in his mind, an idea came to life. Adding more spring to his step, Magnus made his way to a certain person’s house.

[vannin-rp]

“sae, when will ye come over then” he had turned quite red but did manage to wink back

“Let’s go gay… Let’s go abroad… Let’s go to the Isle of Man“

Isle of Man travel poster (c. 1950).

[wietkoning]

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Harm blinks a few times before grabbing his phone. “You wanna check the list of girls I’ve been with so far?” Daan on the other hand isn’t so… open. “What the fuck dude, I ain’t giving ya my preferences ya creep!” Fluster intensifies.

“Sure, kid.” At least Harm has a reference point. “Daan, you can make some serious shit go down in Rotterdam, and you’re afraid to talk about sex? Are you fucked up or what?” There’s a nice  way to ask that, but Koen is... Koen.

[zweibierbitte]

South Holland: "When are we gonna go and make the streets unsafe?" [@neerlandstrots]

“Hmm, let me check my agenda first.” So german, so organized. But it’s empty. “I got some time right now actually.” 

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