Dozing [Open]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Characters: America and anyone.
Setting: Floor Four and Kitchen.
Format: Either.
Summary: Even heroes have to sleep!!!
Warnings: -


★ 1 - FLOOR FOUR

She hasn't slept in her room for a couple of nights - the sofas on the lounge level are infinitely more comfortable and it's not nearly as stuffy as that ugly little room. She's been getting more and more tired, mistakenly chalking it down to the fact she hasn't had soda for a few days.

Either way she's lying on a sofa, head lolling off the edge of it, possibly snoring just a little bit.


★ 2 - KITCHEN

Her shift in the kitchen was supposed to start half an hour ago. But she stayed up all night making plans to get out of this place playing her gameboy and so when she sits down and rests her head on her crossed arms she can't help but doze off...

Comments

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

_{[brows furrow] You are reminding me very much of someone I know from home....}

Ah, so you are not working now then?

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Yeah? I suppose she's gorgeous and talented then, right?

No, I'm not! [Lies.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Mmm, nyet. But he is silly just like you are being. And a little bit lucky._{[small smile, eyeing her]} You even look a little bit similar... Ah, well.

Ah... Is that being so...? Then can you be telling me who is?

1/3

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, what -

Looks a bit similar?

2/3

[misstates.livejournal.com]

[Silence. A long silence. Her brain is ticking...]

3/3

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Like one Russia in the world isn't enough! What the hell!!!!

Re: 3/3

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

_{[Ivan frowned, stared at the long silence, brows furrowed.]} Chto...? _{[He hadn't really met his counterpart... or any of the fem/male counterparts as of yet...aside from the smaller American, that is.]} There is being more than one of me in the world? _[Surprise.]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

[He seems confused, but he's not denying that he's Russia. Just her luck.]

Yeah. Unfortunately. You're a girl in my world. Haven't seen Anya here thank god.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

A girl...? _{[His brows furrowed, and he squinted at her, the wheels turning in his head, before his brows arched up high, suprised]} Amerika?

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Yeah, duh. You only just figured that out?

I'm surprised you couldn't recognise me just from my aura of amazingness or something! [As usual, it's hard to tell if she's joking or not.] You're even chubbier as a guy, huh.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

I was not being aware there were others like us, but... not.... _{[He frowned slightly, brows furrowed as he took it in, before he finally relaxed, nodding, and giving her a wry smile]} You do not have much of an 'aura of amazingness' when you are being man... I do not think that is cha-- _{[He cut himself off as his 'chub' was commented on, and he flushed slightly, giving her a look, a not-so-happy smile curving over his lips]} I am not 'chubby', or 'fat' or anything like that. I am being big boned.

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well! Get it through your head, 'coz it's true! [She's just going to pretend she didn't hear his second comment.]

... uh huh.

And I'm England.

I DON'T HAVE ANY ICONS FOR HIS EXPRESSION -flips things-

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

<sub>[He nodded and smiled] I can be believing. You are enough like little Amerika that it is not hard to be believing.

[He stared at her.

Stared.

Stared hard.

You are as stupid as Amerika too. Very blind. I am not fat.</sub>

/PETS

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah, whatever. [She waves a hand in his face.]

[Then mutters:] Explains why you were so desperate for the vodka.

Re: /PETS

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

_{[Frowns at her, but says nothing more on the matter, shifting slightly and nodding.]} Ah, my being Russia? _{[Gives her another small nod, and a tiny shrug]} Good that I do not change too much. But, da. I am running out of vodka, and wanting more before I do. _[Sigh] Or at least to be finding a way out of this place and back home.

Re: /PETS

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that.

[She's already bored with this conversation (hello attention span of a toddler), and is staring at a chair.]

What a pity, isn't your blood made of vodka? You're prolly gonna die then.

Re: /PETS

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

That is not very heroic talk... _{[He raised his brows but shook his head]} But, nyet. I will not die from not drinking.... It is like... your blood is probably being made of fat, da? And without those terrible hamburgers of yours, you are not dying, da? I am the same.

[misstates.livejournal.com]

People die of alcohol poisoning all the time. You ever heard of someone dying from burgers? [It's called obesity America but okay...]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Of just burgers? Perhaps. But of fast food and greasy food? Definitely. _[Smiiiiles]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

[Eyeroll.] Don't be stupid.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

_{[Raises a brow and smiiiiiles]} I am not being stupid. It is true.

But I do not think either of us will get the chance to test either of our theories if we are remaining stuck in this tower....

[misstates.livejournal.com]

I don't plan on being here much longer. [Rests a hand on her hip.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Do you have a plan to be getting out? _[Curious]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

You think I'd tell you?

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

I think I could probably be helping, and it would be silly not to tell me if you had a plan. _[Frown]