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towerofanimus2011-08-31 12:55 pm
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Tres
Characters: Spain, open to everyone~
Setting: Different floors~
Format: Action or prose; I'll just follow along.
Summary: More exploring, as usual. And a little confession.
Warnings: TBA
Floor Thirteen: Cathedral
This is something new. Spain wonders when did this appear, but decides not to dwell on it. Instead, she sits in a pew, clasping her hands together around her cross as her head bows low (inwardly she thinks she should have brought down her rosary). Her eyes are shut, but she's trying to hold back tears.
"Dios te salve, Maria. Llena eres de gracia: El Señor es contigo..."
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Floor One: Cafeteria
Sighing when she reaches the cafeteria, Spain recalls the number of floors between her dorm and the cafeteria. Thirteen, the unlucky number, which ironically is the floor where the cathedral is.
Shaking her head, she mutters to herself, "Must have been a coincidence..." before helping herself to the food. Two small meat pies, salad and juice. She wasn't that hungry to begin with.
Setting: Different floors~
Format: Action or prose; I'll just follow along.
Summary: More exploring, as usual. And a little confession.
Warnings: TBA
Floor Thirteen: Cathedral
This is something new. Spain wonders when did this appear, but decides not to dwell on it. Instead, she sits in a pew, clasping her hands together around her cross as her head bows low (inwardly she thinks she should have brought down her rosary). Her eyes are shut, but she's trying to hold back tears.
"Dios te salve, Maria. Llena eres de gracia: El Señor es contigo..."
-
Floor One: Cafeteria
Sighing when she reaches the cafeteria, Spain recalls the number of floors between her dorm and the cafeteria. Thirteen, the unlucky number, which ironically is the floor where the cathedral is.
Shaking her head, she mutters to herself, "Must have been a coincidence..." before helping herself to the food. Two small meat pies, salad and juice. She wasn't that hungry to begin with.
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Her giggling was a little infectious, making him smile just a bit, though he'd probably argue that it was from mocking America that his sudden joy sprouted.
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Her giggles died down, and she started poking at her meat pie. "I hope we are able to escape. I want to see my home again."
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Romano knew he shouldn't be, but he was enjoying the time he spent with his idiot Spain's better version. She was beautiful, thoughtful, maybe a bit mothering, but that was okay too. He liked being fussed over, as much as he'd flail to the contrary. And he wanted to see his home again too, to see his stupid brother making a mess in the kitchen, and to later share lunch with him before he left to visit that stupid potato of his. He missed the beach. He missed being relatively carefree. Hell, he even missed dealing with those stupid muffins occasionally. At least that was something he could do.
Here, what good was he? His status as a half nation meant little without his people. He was insignificant. But he wanted to help people, he wanted to help Spain get back to her home, even if that probably meant they'd never see each other again. They wouldn't, would they.
"Yeah." He smiled, but it was almost insincere. "We'll be able to escape. And then we'll both go home."