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Post by Argentina on Jun 9, 2012 15:11:28 GMT -5
Argentina sauntered out into the tournament arena and scanned the area with piercing green eyes. As long as it didn't snow today, things would be just fine. However, just in case, Tina had worn black leather gloves on her hands, which would give her hands even the tiniest bit of relief from the chilly air. It wouldn't hurt her grip on her daggers either.
Tina kicked the toe of her boot on the concrete, then did the same for the other, shaking off any snow so the soles wouldn't be so slippery. That could raise a problem for a tournament.
It would seem that she was the first one out at the moment, however, she told her tournament partner that they had decided that today, right about this time, was the starting point of the round. He should be joining her here any minute now. Argentina just hoped Lithuania and Poland, "Team Delta", would show up eventually. Although, she wasn't sure she'd be surprised if Lithuania had chickened out.
Argentina gave an exasperated sigh. She hadn't pulled out her daggers yet. She wanted to wait for everyone else to join her in the arena first, then, at the "One, two, three, go", she would pull one out. Tina decided keeping one dagger hidden was a good idea. No one needed to know she was using two. Besides, it would give the advantage of surprise.
(Okay, so. Lazy starting post is lazy, but since no one else is in the arena yet, no reason to make this first one all fancy. Besides... it's my birthday. So I hereby give myself the ultimate excuse playing card. No "if"s, "and"s, or "but"s, because your arguement is now invalid.)
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Post by Lithuania on Jun 9, 2012 15:35:30 GMT -5
Lithuania traipsed over to the training grounds, he had told Poland earlier where they needed to be, hopefully he would come on time, there was no rushing that guy....
He sighed, it had been a long time since they had fought together, hopefully they would be alright...he had no idea about Argentina or Scotland's fighting styles or even much of their histories and conquests.
He reached the door and pushed it open, breath clouding in the chilled air. He clapped his hands together and stamped his feet. He didn't think it was cold enough for gloves. Well, maybe it was, but he was used to it, he lived quite high up in the Northern Hemisphere afterall.
Lithuania looked up and around the arena and saw a small girl, who he recognised vaguely as Argentina, it didn't look like Scotland was there yet.
"Hello. No Scotland yet?" He felt it was only fair to greet the other, although he didn't think an introduction would be nessecary. If she didn't know who he was she could ask, he wouldn't be suprised. Although he felt he was slightly more well known than Canada.
"Good thing it's not too cold huh?" Small talk. Couldn't harm.
With a sudden foresight Lithuania extracted the band from his pocket and pulled the majority of his hair up into a pony tail, cursing those little bits at the front that never seemed to do anything much.
((Hahah, it's fine ^_^))
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Post by Argentina on Jun 9, 2012 16:05:22 GMT -5
Sure enough, Lithuania was first to show up. Honestly, Argentina had expected Poland first. She looked up at the sky, then back at Lithuania awkwardly. Tina wasn't always one for small-talk, as she usually found it uncomfortable... but Lithuania seemed convinced that they had to. She decided she'd just play along.
Ignoring Lithuania's question about Scotland, as that answer is pretty obvious, she raised an eyebrow at his mention of the cold. Yep... small-talk. "Yes. I hate this Canadian weather.." Argentina put her gloved hands up to her mouth and poured her warm breath into her palms, rubbing her hands together. "At least... with sparri..." She let her voice trail off. Tina quickly realized her hands over her mouth had muffled her words, so she removed them and tried again,
"At least with sparring, there is plenty of movement... you know.. to keep warm." Argentina folded her arms over her chest, staring at Lithuania. She looked almost as though she were expecting something... but really, she was just looking him up and down. Admiring him, contemplating strengths, weaknesses.
Argentina really hoped she wouldn't have to use the "secret weapon" Scotland had in mind. She would rather stab her own eyes out... with a fork. Or better yet, Lithuania and Poland's. However, being the competitive nation she is, Argentina wasn't going to rule it out. At least not completely. She did shove it far back, though... very, very far back, only planning to use it as a last resort. A last and final resort. Perhaps if Lithuania and Poland were just about to win... or... if, you know... planet Earth were about to explode in a blazing inferno. Then maybe she'll use her "assets".
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Post by Lithuania on Jun 9, 2012 16:20:27 GMT -5
"Ahhh it's not so bad, we could be higher up." He laughed slightly.
"Oh that is true, hopefully our limbs won't seize up before we start..." Lithuania tucked his hands under his armpits to keep them warm.
He studied the small-in-stature large-in-landmass nation, scanning her up and down. He couldn't see any weapons on her, although, he thought of Belarus and her army of knives under her skirt. Argentina looked rather delicate, reminding him of Liechtenstein, although without her childish innocence.
But she was probably fast to make up for her lack of strength.
Strength that would, he supposed, be supplied by Scotland.
Oh it was quite a formidable team, Scotland's height and strength mixed with Argentina's (probably) speed and otherwise agility would be a hard match to beat. He didn't think they would be hiding any devious plans...although he didn't know either of them that well, to be honest they could be planning anything, he doubted he would know. And Poland wouldn't pay enough attention to tell him beforehand anyway.
Lithuania reckoned they got the hardest pair to beat. At least he knew something of at least one of the people in the other teams.
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Post by Argentina on Jun 9, 2012 16:40:22 GMT -5
"..Sí." Argentina replied in her native language after a few moments of utter silence from the South American nation. Her one-worded response was probably a give-away that she hadn't been paying much attention to what Lithuania had said. Again, she was too busy studying him as well. Tina didn't know about Lithuania, but she wasn't going to deny that the chit-chat was pointless. They both had one thing on their minds, she was sure;
Weaknesses. What could be used against their opponents?
Lithuania and Poland had been allies for years, as far back as any nation could remember. Tina could only assume that they might be a difficult pair to beat as well. Honestly, she had the same thoughts as Lithuania, "Of course we got the hardest opposing team to beat." They knew each others' moves, and surely they knew them well.
She fidgeted awkwardly in her place. Argentina wouldn't mind sitting down, but wasn't sure if it was a good idea to get comfortable. Surely Scotland and Poland would be around any minute now, and she had a feeling that neither nation would hesitate to start, not caring if she had time to get back up or not.
Argentina finally broke her gaze away from Lithuania and stared at the hazy, gray sky. "I just hope it won't snow." She said, obviously continuing the small-talk over the weather. Sure, Argentina's home gets snow. It does every year. Except, due to being a larger country geographically, she, like America, only gets snow in certain regions. Oddly enough, it seemed that it was warmer in the northern part of Argentina, and colder in the southern. Even Tina herself agreed that her country is pretty backwards, supposedly defying the logic of climate-control.
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Post by Scotland on Jun 10, 2012 5:10:41 GMT -5
Scotland walked into the tournament area, seeing Argentina and Lithuania already there. So he paused, pulled out a cigarette, and lit up. He had more than one reason to do this. One, he hadn't had one in a bit. Two, it helped display a sense of calm, as if he were not worried in the least. Three, the aftereffects could be put into use later.
Walking up to them, he stayed just a few steps away to allow space for the smoke to dissipate or be blown away by the breeze before it flowed into the faces of the other two. His sword was strapped to his back, the length of the blade wrapped a few times over in heavy leather. He didn't want to cut anyone, but people could live with bruises.
He'd removed the white straps on his uniform so as to not give their opponents something to grab for and trip him up. With his free hand, he just waved at the other two.
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Post by Argentina on Jun 10, 2012 5:48:28 GMT -5
Argentina tensed up at a familiar foul stench of heavy cigarette smoke. Despite the wind blowing most of it away, she could still pick up faint flickers of the scent as it danced around, dangerously close to her face... well, okay. Maybe not dangerously close. But still closer than she liked.
She had no doubt in her mind, knowing just who that was. Glancing over her shoulder, there was Scotland, apparently having just arrived. Tina felt relief knowing she wouldn't have to just stand and chit-chat much longer. Poland would certainly be around any minute now.
"Ah. Hola, Scotland." In greeting the elder nation, she gave him a casual nod, not showing any reaction to his cigarette. Honestly, Tina wasn't sure why he was smoking right now. She just didn't catch his reasons. Argentina was mostly focused on the simple thought that he just did it to annoy her. Either way, it did.
Argentina already decided not to bother asking what had taken the redhead man so long. The important thing was that he was here now, after all.
Tina turned back to Lithuania. "So," She started, "My partner's here. Now where's yours?" Although Argentina really wanted to be able to fight, if Poland didn't show up soon, she and Scotland were going to "win by default", and Tina was going to go back inside. No point freezing to death out here if Poland refuses to show up. Besides, although Argentina loves to fight, winning is half the fun, even if only over one person not showing.
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Post by Scotland on Jun 13, 2012 8:36:23 GMT -5
(I forgot to say Happy Birthday last time. I'm so sorry. Happy Birthday, Tina!)
Waits for Lithuania's response about Poland as he enjoys his cigarette, and if he didn't think Argentina would have a fit about having the smoke so close to her, he would loom up behind her just for show. Part of any battle was the mental and emotional warfare. Intimidation was a good thing to have. It worked rather well for Russia.
"Aye, hallo, lassie." He looked over at Lithuania and nodded his head in acknowledgement before giving him an uncharactistic, especially sweet smile. They would shake hands before the fight kicked off to show this was all for sport and there would be no hard feelings, but nothing wrong with putting the opponent on edge.
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Post by [x] Poland on Jun 15, 2012 2:47:01 GMT -5
'Like, I'm so sorry I'm late! My hair just wasn't cooperating.' Poland was strolling across the arena, and gestured to the golden mass of hair that was collected perfectly into a cute hair tie. 'But it totally looks awesome now, so I'm good to go!'
Poland furtively glanced at Lithuania. It had been a while since the pair had been together, and to be honest he was a bit nervous. What if they'd grown too far apart over the years, and lost that special connection they had before.
Poland looked at the opposition. He wouldn't put it past Argentina to resort to cat fighting, and no doubt he would be the one on the receiving end - no way would Liet drop so low.
He looked up at Scotland. The guy is so freaking arrogant, he thought, just standing there having a fag like nothing's up. His stance reminded him of Russia. God, did he hate that guy. It would be pretty nice to imagine he actually was the creepy nation, and thwack him over the head with his sword for all the things he'd done to Liet over the years.
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Post by Argentina on Jun 15, 2012 6:03:54 GMT -5
Argentina's eyes followed the blonde as he walked into view. His hair wasn't cooperating? Okay then. Nice to know. She shifted from foot to foot, anxious and anticipating. Everyone was here. Time to get down to business.
"Alright." She said, wanting to get things over with. Argentina yanked one dagger out of her boot. Glancing at Scotland out of her peripheral vision, she took note that his sword was wrapped in a thick layer of leather to attempt not to stab anyone. That wasn't a bad idea. Tina didn't exactly want to stab anyone either.
Tina moved her fingers, flipping the dagger around so the blade was facing inward. She had done the same thing in the practice she had with Scotland. "Let's try not to kill anyone here," Argentina commented, "Agreed?"
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Post by [x] Poland on Jun 16, 2012 13:03:23 GMT -5
Poland blew an imaginary strand of hair out of his eyes and rested his hands on his hips, jutting them to the left. He felt like a freaking catwalk model, and would strut through this fight with the same grace.
'Agreed.'
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Post by Scotland on Jun 17, 2012 7:54:44 GMT -5
Scotland was only halfway through his smoke when Poland arrived, and he gave the blonde nation a close-lipped smile and a little wave. He hadn't changed at all. Shocking that the nation had been torn apart several times, and even ceased to exist for a while, but now that he was back, he was still the same person. That was something to be admired. When they weren't opponents.
With Argentina pulling out her daggers, he squeezed the filter between his fingers and rolled the cigarette until the burning tobacco fell out. No point in wasting time, but there was one protocol that should be observed first. Then he shoved the leftover butt into a pants pocket. He then stepped forward and offered his right hand to the other two, starting with Poland.
"Good luck ta ye," he offered in a sportsmanly fashion. They would have to work together even after this tournament, and one or both of these nations could end up guarding his back.
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Post by Argentina on Jun 17, 2012 8:54:37 GMT -5
Argentina just... stared at Scotland. Stared at him with a look that could be read as 'the fuck are you doing, Scottie?!'
However, she said nothing. Just because *sportsmanship (See below) wasn't always Tina's thing, doesn't mean she doesn't respect Scotland for having his reasons. Suppose she's just like that, there's really no helping it... but like hell was she going to shake hands with Lithuania or Poland.
They may be all in this together as far as the whole zombie apocalypse thing goes, but Argentina had convinced herself that this tournament was something completely different. The only rules here were the ones pre-set before the round. Anyone who would have hard feelings over something as simple as a tournament that is meant to be enjoyable has to be nuts. And possibly an Englishman named Arthur.
Tina just stood there, a pout on her lips, hands on her hips, waiting for Scotland to get his own matters over with...
(*Argentines are sneaky little bastards. They cheat in football... then brag about it. Which is why many Argentine players tend to be disqualified~ I love my little Tina anyway, even if she can be a bitch sometimes~)
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Post by [x] Poland on Jun 30, 2012 10:00:34 GMT -5
Poland met Scotland's hand with his own enthusiastically. He admired the guy's style - not everyone could pull off such a shocking hair colour - and intended to get to know the once he and Liet had left him in the dust.
He didn't miss the look on Argentina's face though, and it cemented her in his mind as someone he'd have to protect his ankles from. Not that it would mean he would avoid her; he could be a catty bitch too, and was fully prepared to be if it meant protecting Liet.
Poland removed his hand from Scotland's grasp, and wrapped it around the handle of his bound longsword. He glanced at Liet, waiting for his cue.
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Post by Lithuania on Jul 6, 2012 14:18:40 GMT -5
Lithuania breathed in deeply once, and held out his hand to Scotland, shaking it briefly before stepping backwards to join Poland.
He glanced over at Argentina, wondering if she was going to shake his hand as well...but it didn't look like it. He didn't know much about her, maybe she was like Poland and nervous around people she didn't know?
"You ready?" He whispered to Poland, seeking out the others hand and giving it a quick, reassuring (Not that Poland would need it, he had an ego to rival Prussia's) squeeze, before letting go again.
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