[OPEN] ANXIETYYYY

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Characters: Poland and every last person ever.
Setting: Room 1-18, stairs, cafeteria
Format: Action.
Summary: Poland is new, Poland is shy, and Poland is confused. Sure are a lot of strangers in this here tower, but his search to figure out where the hell he is has him going all over.
Warnings: Poland being very shy.

['Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here'

That made absolutely no sense. If his world had been destroyed, he wouldn't even be here now. And who saved him? Those burning questions are pretty much gone, though, once he realizes that in the room he's in.

And that there are people he does not know. It takes him a few moments (moments filled with quivering and very obvious stranger anxiety) before he makes a run for it. He has no idea where he is and it kind of pisses him off. Was he kidnapped or something? Kidnapping is lame.

He gets lost a few times before he manages to find his way to the cafeteria because he smells food and hey, food. Food is always good.]

Comments

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Poland wasn't patient. He was just stubborn. That's it.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Ivan was both. It tended to help. He just kept smiling.

And humming.

And smiling.

And humming.

And smiling some more.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Humming, huh? Okay. Poland will just hum his national anthem.

And smile back.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Well he could hum his national anthem too. His was better anyway. Very trendy. He smiled brighter.]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Poland will just hum his louder. His is known for being cool.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[He smiled brighter and hummed even louder, because his was certainly better.]