( OPEN ) VIENAS

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

Characters: Lithuania and whoever else wants to be here!
Setting: Room 1-18 and onward into adventure...
Format: Entry in prose, you can do whatever.
Summary: Lithuania just got here and trying to figure out wtf is happening in this mad house. This certainly isn't good for his health. Don't be too surprised if he bumps into you or something.
Warnings: Not any as of yet!


[ The dim lighting was something he was faintly used to, recalling the days before electric lights and candled rooms. The weighed down feeling in his arms and legs was new. That and sitting up and not knowing where he was, whose bed he was lying in (it certainly wasn't his own), and the tightened collar around his neck were all new. His breathing quickened, getting the better of him. No matter how he looked at it, this situation wasn't good. There was a letter sitting on the nightstand next to him, he carefully grabbed it, opening it with fragile fingers, reading it's contents. "Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.". Easy for it to say. He didn't trust it anyway.

It took a lot for him to just get up and carefully walk to the door, opening it and creeping out in to the hallway, one hand in front of him, another on the wall next to him. What was outside was pitch black; he was barely able to see an inch in front of his face. There was a vague murmur emitting from somewhere, like a whisper on the other end of a telephone. It took all the courage he could muster to voice weakly into the darkness as he slowly moved along and down the hallway, hands shaking visibly if anyone could have seen him. ]

H-Hello? Is anyone out there...? Hello...?

Comments

let's do this B|

[vytis]

[Lithuania had been exploring the darkened tower rather cautiously. He had a gun with him, but it wasn't out at the moment. More worrisome is that the voice he hears, making his way down the hallway, seems incredibly familiar.]

...Hello?

we are making this happen B|

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

[ The feeling is mutual, no worries. But a voice is a voice and he's not alone here. That's what counts. Lithuania stops, though, trying to keep his voice at a dull whisper; you never know what might be lurking around in the dark. ]

Yes, hello! Uhm, where exactly is...this place, if you'd mind telling me?

[vytis]

Everyone just calls it the tower. It's not--wherever you're from. Um, usually it's not so dark, something's happened. I have a flashlight somewhere...

[He fumbles around for it, but for the moment they're still in the dark.]

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

Oh that'd be really handy, thanks...

[ He steps closer to where he assumes the voice is coming from, shakily hoping it's someone at least trust worthy. They seem nice enough. ]

[vytis]

I'm sorry you had to show up now...

[Come on, flashlight, where--oh, there it is. Pulling it out.]

Well, not that it's good to be here at all, but this is worse than it's been since--

[And the flashlight clicks on.


Is he in front of a mirror...]

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

[ Blinded by the sudden light source, he squints, raising a hand to his brow. He can kind of make out the stranger, but it's still a little difficult without his eyes being adjusted. ]

Well, I guess we all have electrical problems now and again..but I'm still curious as to how I got here in the first place, to say the least.

[vytis]

[Lowering the flashlight a bit and trying not to totally freak out.]

U-um, well everyone gets brought from different universes, somehow! Sometimes they have similar people in them, so y-you get duplicates of the same person, but th-they've been through different things.

[IT SEEMS LIKE A GOOD TIME TO EXPLAIN THAT. It is said in an incredibly worried tone.]

Room 1-18?

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

[there's a boy in the room -- a grey-skinned boy with missing teeth and a broken horn. he was sitting on his own bed and going through a small toolbox while muttering to himself, but as Lithuania sits up he frowns in disapproval.]

Another arrival? This is highly irregular.

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

[ He jumps visibly, unsure as to who exactly said that and where they were coming from. Not to mention how dangerous they were. Being unarmed wasn't a good thing, either. ]

H-Hello? Where...Wh-who are you?

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

[Equius, nocturnal by nature, isn't too bothered by the dim/lack of lighting.]

My name is Equius, and I'm a... an unwilling guest in this place, same as yourself. Who are you?

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

[ Well, this guy doesn't sound too...harmful, for lack of a better word. ]

I'm Lithuania...What exactly is "this place"?

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

That's precisely the conundrum we're all facing. People arrive here all the time, and occasionally some leave, but there doesn't appear to be any reliable way in or out.

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

So no one knows why we're here or how we got here...?

Room 1-18

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[There is someone else in this room now. It's dark, so Poland can't see. All he knows is that the rest of the people? Yeah, he doesn't know them. And since he can't figure out who this person is, he's just going to go hide under his blankets.

This place sucks.]

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

[ That rustling noise isn't very reassuring that he's safe here. He doesn't really have anything to fight anyone with, so that isn't good either. ]

I-If you're in here, then say something about it...! [ He tries to sound at least a little threatening, but it comes out more choked up than anything. ]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[That voice. He knows that voice. Even if it's threatening him, he knows that Lithuania won't hurt him.]

Liet!

[And now he's jumping on him. In the dark. But how many people call Lithuania Liet really. Besides after meeting a Lithuania that told him he didn't know him and he wasn't really his friend, Poland's feeling more clingy than usual.

Wait. That other Lithuania. HE SHOULD REALLY MAKE SURE THIS IS HIS LITHUANIA...]

...It's you, right, Liet?

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

[ WELL that was certainly a surprise. Poland's voice was the last one he ever expected to hear here. It's a relief, though. At least he's not alone in this strange, dark place. Though the random sudden weight on him isn't very pleasurable; he's still a little sore. ]

Poland! Yes, it's me...Wh-Where are we?

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Too bad. He's not moving because damn it, he needs their friendship validated. Which means he's not answering his question just yet!]

Um, some tower. Hey, hey. Is it really you? Like you know me and we're friends?

[He needs to make sure this is his Lithuania. Clearly that's more important than telling Lithuania what the hell's going on.]

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

[ Getting off of him would be really cool right about now, though. ]

A tower? How did I get here. How did YOU get here?

[ He examines him as closely as he can in the dark. Yup. That's Poland. ] Of course I know you. What's with all the weird questions?

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Ivan was in his room carefully turning a page in his book when he heard the voice in the hallway. He ignored it for a long moment, before the recognition dawned on him. He put his book down almost immediately, moving to poke his head out his door,squinting into the darkness.] Toris?

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

[ The voice emitting from the dark was a surprise and startled him; he froze immediately in his moving along the hallway. ]

....Russia?

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Ivan brightened when he heard the other say his name, and it was indeed Toris, and he was smiling, moving slowly, reaching out, touching the other's arm, moving to his shoulder, and going to tug the other into his room, so he could see him better--because even dim lighting was better than none] Is really being you!

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

Y-Yes it's me...! I really wasn't expecting to see you here, Ivan...

[ He jumps at the abrupt touch and pull, though too shocked and too used to it to really fight back. He lets himself be tugged into the lighter room, squinting slightly as his eyes adjust back to the light. ]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Ivan was smiling, looking over the Lithuanian with a happy look on his face, before letting him go, content that this wasn't a figment, or the tower's plot] That is good to be knowing... But I am thinking all nations are being here....

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

O-Oh but I'm not really sure where this is exactly and I'm just....really lost so...!!

[ The more he thinks about where he is the more he freaks out a little. This isn't good at all. ]