towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: America, open
Setting: cafeteria, in front of the staff elevator
Format: I'll match you
Summary: After finding out what happened to the people who were taken away, America attempts to fix things by breaking other things. Like the elevator.
Warnings: language/furious America/etc

There wasn't much America could do to help the surgery victims directly, which made him angry enough on top of the fact that it had happened at all. That there were people he knew, and children, involved, made him angrier. That two of his citizens were involved just made the whole thing absolutely impossible to ignore for even a moment. America's always done righteous fury well, or he likes to think so. And this place is entirely deserving of his rage.

He knocks on the elevator lightly at first, mostly to test it. It doesn't feel like it should be hard to break through, not really. He can't find the seam that should separate the doors, but that isn't really necessary for him.

The sound, when he strikes the door a second time, reverberates up the elevator shaft and through the cafeteria. It's not even the full force his muscles are capable of, and it earns him an electric jolt that makes him yelp in surprise, but the door doesn't budge. And it definitely should have.

So he backs off and kicks it with everything he's got in him. The noise and vibration are even louder, and he yelps again as a stronger shock pulses through his brain, but again the elevator door doesn't even look like he so much as tapped it.

Furious, he turns to an empty cafeteria table and slams his hand down on it, snapping it in two like it was made of balsa wood.

"Hey! I know you guys are down there somewhere!"

He kicks the door again.

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The loud noise startled Applejack, who had came down to the cafeteria to eat when she found the large group of humans and other creatures gathered, some of them looking not like the other humans. She turned just as the blond male human broke the table, shocked into silence.

After a minute, she slowly makes her way over, looking up at him worriedly. "Hey, what happened to the other humans? Why are you trying to break that thing?"

America has to pause for a second, to recover from the multiple shocks he's been receiving for attempting to smash the elevator and actually smashing a table, but the fury is still evident in how tightly wound he seems and the look in his eye.

"This place--this fucking place did something!"

He's yelling at the elevator even though he's responding to Applejack--and normally the sight of a talking pony would be of more note to him, except for what he'd seen today.

"They're down there, I know it--"

The next time his hand comes down on the elevator door it's not so loud, except for the crack as he breaks his own hand. They've taken his abilities away.

It doesn't stop him from using his other hand anyway.

Her ears flattened against her skull at the loud noises, wincing slightly when she heard the crack of bone breaking. Steeling herself, she tried to pull him away from the door with her teeth, grunting as the fabric of his shirt made her words muffled.

"Ghrh, don't hurt y'self!"

Because she knew, strong human or not, that there isn't any way he could get anything done by breaking himself.

"Hey, let go!"

America tugs against the pony pulling him back, but without his nation abilities he's a regular human, and the struggle is more difficult than he's used to.

"I can't just sit here, I have to fix it!"

Applejack is stronger once America is sapped of his strength, and she manages to pull him away from the door, tugging hard before she lets go.

"Now see here, sugarcube, it won't do us any good breakin' bones if it ain't gonna help anyone! I dunno what's goin' on exactly, but I ain't lettin' you kill yourself, you hear?"

America's pout is childish in its fury, frustrated and unable to come up with anything reasonable to do.

"I can't just let them get away with this!"

"No one's lettin' anyone get away with this, partner," the pony frowned, stomping the ground with her hoof. "But with your hoof broken, you can't do anythin' about it!"