towerofanimus | ( OPEN ) VIENAS

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...?

[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?

[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.

[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.]

[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?

let's do this B|

Room 1-18?

Room 1-18

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