you do not know the first note of the music that moves me [open]

[colonial]

Characters: America, open
Setting: January 13; a few places around the Tower
Format: I'll match you
Summary: America now believes he's been in the Tower for 250 years. He is a little different now.
Warnings: America is very fickle while evented and may attempt to hurt your character if you make him mad/for amusement; a lot of these options are him doing just that

A; staircases (let me know what floor you land on if you land on a floor)
[America is bored. This happens a lot, actually--he's worn through all manner of entertainment in two hundred and fifty years, played until his toys wore out and broke, and his search for distraction and games has come down to making his own fun. This isn't something he didn't do at home (oh, but he can hardly remember any home but the Tower anymore...), but now it's taken on a bit more sinister bent.

People are always fun to talk to and play with. Getting reactions out of people is always fun. People falling is funny.

Pushing people down the stairs, then, is a good way to get all of that at once! Unless you're someone he likes, someone England likes, a frequent playmate, or someone he's learned is likely to kill him without blinking, you're about to get shoved pretty hard.

If you are one of those people, help him/stop him/roll your eyes at him?]


B; Floor Thirty-Four
[America isn't on the floor himself--rather, he's looking out at it. He's thrown a very old-looking stuffed toy onto the floor, however, and he's watching and listening carefully for people to come by. When they do, and they're not someone he likes or has learned not to mess with, then the crocodile tears start.]

H-hey! Hey, can you help me? My toy... [He points mournfully at the stuffed animal.] The wind blew it all the way over there!

[He knows some people can get out and back without succumbing to the urge to fall off and some can't. It's a good sort of guessing game to play!]

C; Floor Thirty
[America isn't actively doing anything this time--he's instead sitting on the staircase eating some food he's taken from the cafeteria. Specifically he's sitting just above floor thirty, just above where the staircase would vanish if it decides to drop someone into the monster-infested floor he's watching. He likes guessing if the person can get back in time or not, you see. Of course, if you'd like to hang out with him, he's always up for conversation!]

Comments

[prayed]

Heh, don't think I don't know that look! Jeeze, is seeing me around that bad?

[She feigns indignant for a moment before smiling a little. He's probably up to no good, but maybe it's okay if she goes easy on him sometimes. As long as he doesn't step out of line with her. She takes a glance the stairs.]

Yeah, there's a ton of them. I bet a person'd break their neck if you went tumbling down those.

[And everything else, but details.]

[colonial]

They'd prob'ly land on one of the floors first, right? [America knows that from experience, actually. He's never managed to get someone to roll all the way down the whole staircase, though it is a long-term goal of his.]

[prayed]

[She can think of a couple ideas for that, but this is already a discussion that she really shouldn't be having with a little kid, she doesn't want to add to that.]

Yeah, I guess they would. I'm not sure which one would be worse. Falling really sucks, y'know.

[colonial]

I think falling's better than landing. [And he remembers falling off the Tower--but he doesn't want to remember that. He decides to forget it and pushes it back with all the other things he's decided to forget.] Unless landing is funny, too.

[prayed]

Why would landing be funny? Or falling, for that matter. Neither one of them sound too good to me.

[Of course, she's an adult...]

[colonial]

Not really if you do it usually but if other people do it. [Hence his prowling staircases suspiciously.]

[prayed]

For a kid, you sure think of some morbid things, but I guess it's precisely because you're a kid, isn't it?

[She understands a little, even if he probably won't. After all, she spent years trying to bury her ideals.]

Adults can't think that way, y'know, since we have to have to carry so much responsibility.

[colonial]

I'm not gonna grow up. [That used to hurt, but now it's just a fact--all sort of things in the Tower are facts that he's had to learn to decouple from associated pain and distress.] I don't have things to be responsible for now.

[And now is what is.]

[prayed]

Yeah, that's right. That's why there are adults here, so they can worry about complicated things like that.

[But listening to him speak now, it's obvious that they failed. She should have found a better way of sheltering him....]

That's why I wanna try and keep an eye on you, 'cause I've gotta be responsible for you too. [She laughs lightly.] I guess I probably seem really mean to you though, huh? At least I don't try and lecture you all the time. That'd get boring for both of us, y'know.

[And she probably shares her candy with him too or something!! That's gotta count for something, right?]

[colonial]

[He used to have things to be responsible for--taxes springs vaguely to mind, though he can't really remember what that involved--but that was so long ago, so--

So it didn't matter because it wasn't now. There are no responsibilities.]

England tells me stuff too. Saying stuff isn't really mean, it's just saying stuff.

[Candy is always a way to get into America's good graces.]

[prayed]

[She laughs again. And speaking of candy...]

Heh, I guess you're right. [She sits on the stairs, patting the spot next to her.] Hey--why don't you take a break and sit next to me for a bit? I got all serious there, but I got something that I think'll make up for it.

[colonial]

[America sits down next to her when prompted.] What is it? Is it something good?

[prayed]

Heheh, of course!

[Ta-da! Out of her pocket comes a chocolate bar that recently regained.]

What do you think? Pretty good find, right?

[She cracks it it half, offering America the bigger of the two halves.]