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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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"Thank you then. I know it's a bother but I really need to get something for Kumaraku. You know?"
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He was trying to avoid the shadows, not wanting to stare too long; weary that they would solidify into something familiar if he gave them too much attention. Honestly, Francis had wandered toward the kitchens because he could stand not eating nothing anything any longer. Such a pampered man, Fran.
Walking in the direction of her voice -- she'd not gotten too far, thankfully -- he nodded uselessly. "Your companion is needing to be fed as well; it is understandable. Come, I was being honest about being hungry. You would think we would get a break during the day, mais non. This is madness."
Best to keep her distracted with idle chatter, all in lowered tones. She would probably resent this later -- but this is France. He's used to some ill-intent toward his person.
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"Of course we don't get a break. We are in a crazy tower that sends ghosts of friends after us and attempts to hurt or kill us. Perhaps we just need some food ourselves."