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[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

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?"

Comments

[fifty]

[Well, it's not like they weren't being loud. America, behind them, grabs their shoulders.]

He--she's--no ones there, okay?

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

[She jumped, letting out an undignified squeak before spinning around--letting go of Amelia's hand in the process]

O-Oh--it's just you. Am--Alfred right?

What do you mean, we can hear her...I just saw her.

[misstates.livejournal.com]

[Amelia's hands instinctively curl into fists as she spins around to - ]

... Alfred? [Huff.] But we saw her! How do you explain that?! [She starts walking in the direction of the voice again, jerking her head to indicate to the others to come.] C'mon, the more people we have the better!

[fifty]

[He follows, impatiently. He doesn't know the other America's human name. Doesn't know Canada's, either, but that matters less. It's weird to hear his human name out of countries anyway.]

I already did this, it's not England, it's some sort of--ghost thing.

[And he would really prefer not to find another one.]

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

[Canada pulls up short and grabs Amelia's hand before she gets any further and/or freaks out]...Ghost?

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Don't be stupid! Ghosts don't exist! [They don't they really don't that's only in movies!!! She's convinced herself it's England, one once America convinces herself of something, well... She stops though, looking at Canada then Alfred, as well as she can in the dark.]

[fifty]

It's not a ghost, it's a ghost thing. [Because clearly that emphasis explains everything.] It just sounds like England.

[Yeah, he hears it, too. Of course, it sounds like his England to him.]

Haven't you seen any of the dead bodies?

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

...I don't have a flashlight. There are dead bodies? [She looks at Amelia and grabs her hand tightly] Who is killing people?

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Right, right, a ghost thing that m - [She's talking over the top of everyone, but Canada grabbing her hand makes her stop and process what was said.]



... dead bodies?!

[fifty]

Yeah, whatever those things are, they're--I don't know. [He squirms a bit because he hates not knowing and not being able to punch his problems and ghosts and this place.]

They're laying around all over the place.

[pineandmaple.livejournal.com]

So...England...wasn't England at all--How did I miss this...

[misstates.livejournal.com]

[America shifts uncomfortably, her fingers digging in against Canada's hand. As much as she doesn't want to believe Alfred, there's... really no reason for him to lie.]

Let's get out then?

[fifty]

Yeah, before more of those things show up.

[Of course, he has been looking at the girls, so who knows where that phantom they were chasing went.]