( 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

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...?

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

[Equius pauses from whatever he's doing.]

That appears to be the case. Our captors are mostly unseen, except for a boy near my own a--

[Equius carefully tries to pick up a single nail, but he STRONGbreaks it by mistake. the little pointy end goes flying and ends up embedded in the opposite wall.

For a moment, he looks frustrated.]

Horsefeathers!

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

[ He jumps and his eyes widen at this sudden...outburst. That could be troublesome in the long run...if there is a long run. ]

A-Are you alright?

[being-strong.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[Equius produces a towel and pats himself down with it.]

Perfectly all right. It's these gosh-darned nails. They're very brittle.

[lithuanians.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure the nails are the whole problem...Do you need help with something? Uhm, I mean, what are you trying to do with them.