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towerofanimus2011-08-09 05:51 pm
pineandmaple.livejournal.com) wrote in towerofanimus2011-08-09 05:51 pm
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OPEN!!
Characters: Canada and all
Setting: Dorm floor; Stairway/Pool Floor; Kitchen/Cafeteria
Format: Either/or
Summary: Canada is making the venture down past all the spooks!
Warnings: none yet
A. Dormitory Floor;
Canada took a deep breath. She couldn't stay locked up in her room forever, like she had since the punishment for skipping work had made her cut a finger and it had bled all over her shirt. Her good shirt....her only shirt. She'd washed it as best she could and tugged her jacket down over her sleeves.
Unfortunately now was the time to get some sort of food in her and that meant braving the staircase. She ventured out of her room and peered down the hallways, trying to ignore the whispering voices and the phantoms in the corner of her eye.
"Everyone alright?"
B. Staircase
One step at a time, one hand on the wall, that was how she had to go. She paused at every door, peering out into the gloom. The pool looked particularly ominous in the dark...
She stepped out, peering at its depths. Maybe it had monsters--no that was silly. Something America would think. She shook her head and made a little 'come-with' gesture at Kumalop who had gone to bat at the water. It didn't help to linger...and she still had to pass that forest. She gave a little shudder and continued down.
C. Kitchen Floor
The harrowing walk down the staircase had finally gotten her here, to the kitchen floor. What a relief. She stepped through the dimly lit cafeteria, swallowing and contemplating if there might be someone just around the corner. That was silly really, she was a nation, she could handle anything lurking in the shadows. But then she heard that proper voice, the one she'd known for years and she swiveled on the spot.
"E-England?"
Setting: Dorm floor; Stairway/Pool Floor; Kitchen/Cafeteria
Format: Either/or
Summary: Canada is making the venture down past all the spooks!
Warnings: none yet
A. Dormitory Floor;
Canada took a deep breath. She couldn't stay locked up in her room forever, like she had since the punishment for skipping work had made her cut a finger and it had bled all over her shirt. Her good shirt....her only shirt. She'd washed it as best she could and tugged her jacket down over her sleeves.
Unfortunately now was the time to get some sort of food in her and that meant braving the staircase. She ventured out of her room and peered down the hallways, trying to ignore the whispering voices and the phantoms in the corner of her eye.
"Everyone alright?"
B. Staircase
One step at a time, one hand on the wall, that was how she had to go. She paused at every door, peering out into the gloom. The pool looked particularly ominous in the dark...
She stepped out, peering at its depths. Maybe it had monsters--no that was silly. Something America would think. She shook her head and made a little 'come-with' gesture at Kumalop who had gone to bat at the water. It didn't help to linger...and she still had to pass that forest. She gave a little shudder and continued down.
C. Kitchen Floor
The harrowing walk down the staircase had finally gotten her here, to the kitchen floor. What a relief. She stepped through the dimly lit cafeteria, swallowing and contemplating if there might be someone just around the corner. That was silly really, she was a nation, she could handle anything lurking in the shadows. But then she heard that proper voice, the one she'd known for years and she swiveled on the spot.
"E-England?"
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"...Your hair isn't that ridiculous."
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"Where do you want to go? We can stay here or I can take you to your room? Or...?"
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"We'll need to search the area and decide on a safehouse. A meeting place. No one will be left behind. I don't like this, Canada. The voices--voices can't hurt you, physically, anyway, but voices are normally just the prelude to things much, much worse."
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"Well we should find your best friend then. Do you think we should pick a room in the dormitories or a floor?"
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"Our best bet for safety is to pick a room and congregate there. It's safety in numbers. I suggest we simply start looking around this floor."
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"Well then, let's start looking then."
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"Yes, let's."