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Post by America on Aug 16, 2012 7:49:38 GMT -5
America frowned after England, wishing that he would be listened to for once. Well, there wasn't really much that he could do about it now. He'd better just take a shower and-
Ah, Eastport was leaving soon. America thought the young micronation would be staying for at least the night. With a groan, he quickly followed England, tapping his shoulder. "Mind if I say bye to Eastport before I go take my shower?" he asked. "'Cause once I'm done washing off, I'm gonna head straight to bed, and I really don't want Eastport to leave without giving him a proper farewell and all that stuff." He actually didn't want Eastport to leave at all. Now that he was here, America wanted him to stay, to know that he and all of the other micronations were safe. They might not consider themselves to be his, exactly, but America viewed all of them as having some sort of relation to him.
"Or, uh...maybe he could stay for a few more days?" He grinned nervously at England. "Just a few days. I mean, I don't want his visit to just be, like, a zombie attack and then, you know, disappearing back to Europe. I wanna talk to him and ask him how all the other micronations are doing."
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Post by England on Aug 16, 2012 8:09:25 GMT -5
England stopped walking and turned to him, staying silent for a little while, thoughts running in his head. He wanted Eastport to stay, but... both of them knew it was impossible.
“I wish I could do that, but…” he winced. “I can’t. Eastport has to return home as soon as possible. Think about it. If you allow him to go back right now, you'll have him out of danger… For the most part, anyways. You wouldn’t want to compromise his safety, would you?” he knew he was playing with America’s emotions, but he had to understand that the micronation couldn’t stay.
“Besides, if he stays, the pilots stay, that’s less supplies for us, and during rationed periods, we can’t afford to lose supplies. Also, if anything drastic happens, both Eastport and the pilots won’t be able to move as efficiently as us, for a lack of proper training, and will only get in our way, making us lose time we can’t afford to lose. Listen… I just can’t let them stay, alright?” he mumbled, turning around to face America.
“Although… I understand you may want to stay with Eastport for all the time you have, so… I can manage inventory on my own. How about you show him to the showers, then take him to the kitchen to grab a bite? You two can catch up along the way.”
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Post by Seychelles on Aug 16, 2012 9:59:57 GMT -5
((Oh Japan! Im sorry i did not manage to notice your post!!! Sorry!!))
Seychelles opened her eyes to find Japan in front of her. Finally she was'nt alone! She heard him say some words but she could'nt catch up with it. She only heard the word "Needles". Wait needles?!
Seychelles was afriad of needles!! She can get herself hurt by a knife or gun but anything but needles! It seems to be her life-long fear.
"W..wait?!" Sey said before she felt a peircing pain on her hand. She let out a little whimper, trying to hold her screams in. Finally after the needles was out of her, she was already tearing. She she nodded her head to japan in thankfulness for saving her life and went back to sleep. She knew the antidote has'nt effect on her yet. So she will continue to puke until the antidote starts it effect on her.
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Post by America on Aug 16, 2012 12:42:33 GMT -5
Well, at least England was trying to give them some time together. America smiled, then shrugged. A few more days would have been better for him, but he was too tired to complain. Plus, England's first offer was kind enough. America didn't want to be a bother, not when everyone was just as exhausted as he was and ready to go to bed. "Sounds good," he said, nodding slightly. Besides, England did give a good point. Was America ready to let Eastport face whatever danger was to come at the warehouse? If even that battle had America's heart racing in fear for the young micronation, what about an even bigger one?
He was about to turn to grab Eastport, but then realized that would mean England would do inventory alone. "Actually, how 'bout I help you with the inventory first? If we all do it together, it'll go by quicker, then we can take a shower and grab a bite to eat before sending Eastport on his way." There was no way he'd go off and relax while England stood around doing work. That certainly wasn't fair for the island nation. He had worked just as hard as the rest of them, so he deserved the same amount of rest that the others did. "Or, if you want, Eastport and I can take it from here and catch up while you go get some sleep." |
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Post by England on Aug 19, 2012 22:54:27 GMT -5
"I certainly cannot let you two work and go slack off myself." England felt slightly insulted that America considered him as someone who would do so. His responsibilities were clear in his mind, and making sure their supplies were alright was one of those responsibilities. "If you insist, you could always come assist me with inventory. There isn't much to do, though. It's mainly just opening boxes, naming items, and checking them off a list. It's a very monotone job and can easily be done by one person. I wouldn't mind your help, but I don't absolutely require it, either."
Although... without having to admit it out loud, he did admit to himself that any help of any kind was more than welcome. England just wanted to have it all over with. Maybe they could go faster if they were three people at inventory?
"Either way, whether you're coming or not, I'm heading to the storage room now." England shifted the boxes in his arms. "Follow or not, it is up to you."
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Post by America on Aug 20, 2012 19:24:48 GMT -5
America smirked, following after England, more than happy to help. Well, to help England, anyway. If it were anyone else, he would probably brush them off and take a shower- selfish, yes, but he did deserve a rest, didn't he? All that hard work and endurance was more than enough for a break, even a small one. But, well...okay, if they needed a lot of help, then sure. He would help.
Screw it, even if it weren't England, he'd help. He wouldn't let anyone do this by themselves while he went off and took a nap or something. Especially not when they worked just as hard as he did.
"I'm coming," he said, following England to the storage room where Eastport was already working. "Whaddya want me to do? I can unpack the heavier boxes if ya want. I can handle that!" He smiled proudly, glancing around at the boxes. |
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 20, 2012 19:52:40 GMT -5
Eastport sighed, looking at all the boxes.
"This's gonna take a while..." He sighed, setting Henry on his head. If he wanted to get done quickly, he had to make sure he wouldn't lose the little crab amidst all the boxes.
It's a hell of a haul, that's for sure.
"Yep..." Eastport sighed again and readied his clipboard, scanning the labels of the boxes to see what was inside them and subsequently checking it off his list. He had to be careful though, since there might have been doubles and decided to just put a little line in Sharpie on the side of ones he already accounted for. Just so there'd be no mix-up.
He was so engrossed in his task that he didn't even hear England or America walk in chatting until a minute or so after the fact. When he really concentrated, everything else was just white noise to him.
"Ah, sorry. Erm, the one's that I've marked," he gestured to a recently counted box. "Can be opened. I don't want anything like getting mixed up because of'a poor system."
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Post by England on Aug 20, 2012 20:19:16 GMT -5
"Ah, your organizational skills have progressed since I last checked up on you." England nodded to Eastport, grateful that with a plan such as his, things would probably go smoother and faster. "You just tell me what box to open, and we'll take care of that." he then turned to America and looked at him for a second, before patting his shoulder, and twitching his lips up at him. "Thanks for your help. We're not done yet, though." he lingered for a moment longer, and then parted from him, first going over to check the list Eastport had in his hands.
After getting an idea of how many things they were supposed to come across and unpack, England nodded to Eastport, and started looking through the piled up boxes for the first one he could open.
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Post by America on Aug 20, 2012 21:31:15 GMT -5
America gently smiled over at England, though he was a bit late in doing so for the island nation had already turned away. Hmph. He'd show his love later. After he got a shower and food and rest. But, hey, whatever. Duty first, after all. Without waiting for Eastport to tell him anything else (no way would he be ordered around by one of his own micronations), he bent over one box, opening it to find a good amount of winter clothing. Well, this was certainly useful. Although he was more concerned with food at this point. They could make their own clothing if times got rough, and they still had some, but food was scarce.
Pulling out a coat, America glanced over at Eastport. "Where do I put this, and which box has all the good stuff? Like...which box has the food?" He grinned, trying to pass it off as a joke. In reality, however, food was the number one thing on his own mental list. |
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Post by [x] Eastport on Aug 20, 2012 21:44:11 GMT -5
Eastport puffed out his cheek, slashing a black mark on another checked box. "I've always been organized. Got no choice but to be, 'specially out at sea."
He twitched a bit when America opened a random box, incredibly lucky that Eastport already checked it off. "I'm not there yet, Dad." A little more than frustrated with his rhythm nearly thrown off, he (gently) tapped his marker on top of America's head. "'N I'm not there yet; I only just started." He sighed, identifying a box full of weapon repair supplies and marked it. "I'll tell ya when I find food, 'kay?"
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Post by America on Aug 21, 2012 8:52:06 GMT -5
America sighed, putting the coat down and stepping away from the box. He wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to be doing. "Sorry," he mumbled, glancing around at the other boxes. Alright, maybe he should have waited for orders. He never was good at following them, but they needed to be moving quickly at the moment. If he threw everyone off course, it would take far longer than it should for their job to be completed properly.
"Which box do you want me to go through, then?" he asked, wanting to laugh a little at the fact that a micronation was actually ordering him around. Except he didn't care all too much. Eastport was a smart kid and knew exactly what he was doing. Besides, like England said, he was very organized at the moment. It would be best to do what he told them to. |
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Post by Japan on Aug 25, 2012 22:53:08 GMT -5
((No worries Seychelles! I know posts can get a bit lost here, what with the quick replies and awesome RPers ^_^ My apologies in replying late to you once more myself!))
Japan took a few steadying breaths, then moved away from the bed. He approached the sink, grabbing up a cloth and soaking it in cool water. The antidote would take some time to kick in fully, but Seychelles' life was no longer in danger. Still, that did not mean he could not do a few little things to make her a little more comfortable. He squeezed out the excess water from the cloth, then carefully folded it as he returned to his previous place beside the bed. Gently, he positioned the cloth on her forehead, knowing that it would help take some of the discomfort of the fever away. He dared not give her any pill or powder form fever reducers; he was no medic and would certainly not risk her reacting negatively to something synthetic. He would stick to home remedies, though hopefully a medic would return soon to take over the task.
Until then, it seemed that he would simply have to do what he felt was best, drawing from his own medical knowledge. He created a checklist for himself, scanning the room in search of the items he required. He would need to replace her bag with a small bucket, or else another bag, though the bucket would be far easier for her to grab in her hazy state. He had already seen to attempting to reduce her fever, though he would have to soak the cloth again after a little while. He would take care of the syringe later, once he had returned to the lab. Sighing softly, he turned his attention to the filled bag, knowing he would simply have to throw it away. He sealed it carefully, treating it as hazardous. He knew he was being slightly overcautious, but the last thing they needed was for the infection to evolve into something they could simply catch by eating food or being near enough to it.
And even after he completed that task, there were still no medics to be seen. Japan sighed, resisting the urge to yawn. He really did need to sleep...or to see where everyone else was. But he did not wish to leave Seychelles alone. He had noticed her tense just before he injected her, though at the time he had simply decided that the sooner he did it, the better in the long run it would be and the sooner she would recover. He could only hope she would forgive him when she woke up. He took a seat in the unoccupied chair beside her bed, pushing it back to a more respectable distance away and wincing as the legs scraped softly against the floor. He sat down slowly, debating whether to actually allow his body that moment of rest. The cushions of the chair welcomed his weary frame, practically fluffing themselves and coaxing him to relax for a moment. He leaned his head back against the headrest, reasoning with himself that even if he did fall asleep and anyone needed him, the volume of the PA system would surely wake him.
'It will only be for a moment...just one moment...'
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Post by Seychelles on Sept 2, 2012 10:28:01 GMT -5
((I was a bit lost too...))
Seychelles opened her eyes to noticed that Japan has went to sleep. Well thats a relief. Japan has always been very sleepy, always working on new antidotes and medical stuff. She hopes that he will feel better after that. Seychelles pickedbup a book from the nearby table and started to read it. She was'nt tired and was'nt gonna waste anymore time resting.
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Post by Singapore on Sept 5, 2012 1:05:12 GMT -5
Singapore peeked into the room. She saw Seychelles on the bed completely awake reading a book and Japan sleeping nearby. Japan must've finished making the antidote. For a simple passerby, it would look as if they were a couple. Singapore chuckled at the thought. She walked towards Seychelles and plopped down at the edge of the bed Seychelles was on.
"You should get some sleep." Singapore said gently. "You would probably heal faster that way."
Singapore turned to look at Japan who was still dozing off. He must be very tired. She turned to Seychelles again.
"What are you reading?"
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Post by Seychelles on Sept 6, 2012 5:23:00 GMT -5
Seychelles looked up at Singapore. The fact that she wanted to sleep but could'nt made it worse for her. "Nah... I rather not." Seychelles said as she continued to read the book.
"What are you reading?" She heard Singapore ask. For some reason, it seems that Singapore was bored and had nothing to do so she ask this question. Sey smiled and looked up at her. Actually, sey was just reading some old picture book she manage to take with her before escaping her country. "Its just a picture book..." Seychelles said in embarassment. She knew she was too old for a child's book.
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