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Post by England on Jul 22, 2012 15:33:19 GMT -5
Once he'd made sure was either well on its way in, or already inside, England pulled the flares out. The fires had lessened in intensity, the only combustible remaining being the now-ashes of what used to be humans unfortunate enough to have been cursed with twisted immortality. England only hoped the helicopter had spotted the fires and was now in place for a descent. The near-deafening noise was an indicator, at least.
Lighting his flares with trained ease, England raised his arms up in the air and waited for the helicopter to come in sight. Soon enough, the noise got closer and closer, until a large, metallic body became visible through the snow. Carefully leading the helicopter in its landing, England stepped back to give it space, and held his breath as it came closer and closer to the landing site.
Stepping back a bit faster, he slowly brought the flares in a downwards motion and watched in anticipation as the helicopter finally hovered a bit above its spot before making its landing. Wind curled around England's body, whipping his hair into his eyes and burning his cheeks and nose with the cold. He stepped back even more, but the wind became even stronger, forcing him to crouch and take a more stable stance on the ground. He only got up once the helicopter started shutting down and replaced his hat as it had slid during the operation.
"Stay inside." he ordered to the helicopter crew through the radio and nodded to them. He then changed the radio frequency to match the one associated to the warehouse PA system, and broadcasted further orders to the ones inside. "Helicopter has landed successfully. All uninjured Nations are required outside to transport supplies back into the warehouse." he sent before clipping the radio back to his shoulder strap and jogging ahead towards the helicopter.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 22, 2012 23:12:38 GMT -5
Eastport didn't have much time to worry about America's answer before hearing England's tired voice over the PA system and the familiar sounds of the helicopter.
He sprinted straight outside, ignoring the falling snow and cold and jumped right into the warm helicopter, his anxious heart calming down at a familiar blue sight. "Henry!"
'Bout time! You're an IDIOT, ya know that? The little crustacean jumped into his palm and was lifted onto Eastport's head.
"Sorry, sorry." He apologized, throwing on his coat and canvas messenger bag. "But y' can yell at me after Mom 'n Dad do."
ENGLAND AND AMERICA ARE HERE?!
"Yeah... 'N aren't exactly happy with me..." Eastport rubbed his arms and picked up a small clipboard that contained a list of all the different supplies. "I betcha they won't let me stay with 'em now..."
Hey, don't worry! I'm sure they'll let you!
"I dunno 'bout that, dude..." He jumped out of the copter again, smiling at England. "Got the list of everything right here." He tapped the board in his hands. "'R do ya want me t' help carry stuff in?"
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Post by Singapore on Jul 23, 2012 4:50:38 GMT -5
((What!! So much is written!!! And I'm not a part of !! Must not let myself disappear!!!))
Singapore watched as the burning pile of zombies were reduced to smoke and ash. The smell was disgusting! She decided right there that she was going to visit Seychelles and check on how she was doing. She ran towards the warehouse and saw that Japan seemed to be tending her and making a vaccine. She ran towards Seychelles and sat next to her.
"Seychelles, are you okay?"
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Post by Seychelles on Jul 23, 2012 7:51:05 GMT -5
((bwah!! Im confused isnt it Austria? Japan havent reach yet so yeeeeeeeaaaaaaah...)) Seychelles looked at dorr that just flung open. It was nevertherless just Singapore. Yay!! Now she wont needa go hear the boring lecture of friendship or whatever it is. "Hiiiiiii Singapore!!!!" Seychelles screamed. She was never so glad for the conversation to end. Even though she felt bad about thinking this way.
"Can u please get me some fish crackers for me!!" Seychelles shouted from far happily. It seems that the bites did not affect her, but it was slowing destroying her from the inside.
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Post by America on Jul 23, 2012 14:15:24 GMT -5
America had been about to respond with a question that he didn't no the answer to (who the hell is Henry, was it) when England ordered for the other nations to come out and help transport the supplies. There went his nap. And there went Eastport, running off to find whoever-the-hell Henry was. America followed, not nearly as fast, and stopped by the helicopter, watching as Eastport talked to some sort of crab. Mom and Dad? Wait...what? He rolled his eyes and brushed off Eastport's behavior, only giving him a tired smile.
"I can carry a lot," America offered, glancing down at the list. Thank goodness they now had more supplies. Food had been running low for a while. America hoped that they thought to pack hamburger meat. "And Eastport can stand here and do whatever with that clipboard-thing."
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Post by England on Jul 23, 2012 22:45:01 GMT -5
((Let me clear this up for you: Seychelles absolutely has to stay in the Quarantine ward, Austria's with her, and Singapore just joined her. Japan's in the common room. America, Eastport and England are outside. Did I forget anyone?))
"Actually, Eastport's going to take his clipboard-thing-doing inside." England rolled his eyes. "We'll do inventory once we have everything inside. Let's not stay in the cold longer than necessary. For now, you can help us carry things inside. You, too, America. Just take everything inside, and please, be careful not to drop anything." he ordered. "America can take boxes to the front door, and you can move the boxes to the storage area, alright, Eastport? I'm going to go tell the pilot and copilot to help us with this stuff, then come inside for some tea. Let's get this over with as soon as we can. Watch out for any more zombies that may just arrive."
With a nod at America that clearly said "don't let anything happen, or it's on your head", England turned around and left to inform the pilots.
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Post by Liechtenstein on Jul 24, 2012 11:42:17 GMT -5
Liechtenstein was wiping tears off her cheek with the back of her hand when England’s voice came through the speaker. "Helicopter has landed successfully.” Her lips curved upward a bit, happy that the helicopter and her crew landed safely. “All uninjured Nations are required outside to transport supplies back into the warehouse."
At England’s command, she instantly stood up but her legs shook, about to give out, at the sudden weight. Liechtenstein leaned against the wall for support and by doing so; she was able to look out into the field clearly. Pile of blazing bodies, turning into ashes. The view made Liechtenstein cover her mouth with her hand as she fought back tears. Liechtenstein did not have a trouble taking them down because adrenaline and the urgent need to clear out danger. But the feeling was now gone, leaving her with tragic reality: all those people forced into becoming monsters. She disconnected her gaze and look deep breaths to calm herself.
Once her legs were strong enough, Liechtenstein took off her headphone and packed her equipment. She made her way down the tower at slower pace compared to when she ran up during the Class 2 Outbreak. Liechtenstein went first to her bunk and there dumped her weapon. Then pulled out (and quickly put on) her gloves and scarf and wished she had them with her up in the tower. Satisfied with her warm fingers, Liechtenstein went down stairs and heard England’s voice giving out orders to everyone from outside.
Liechtenstein slowly approached him and awkwardly stood a few paces back. She waited for England to finished talking to the pilot before asking, “Mr. England, what should I do?”
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Post by England on Jul 24, 2012 15:22:54 GMT -5
“Lichtenstein, wonderful.” England smiled lightly to her as she came up to him. “That was some brilliant sharpshooting you did up there. The fence couldn’t have been protected without you.” He praised her before motioning over to the open doors of the helicopter. “That’s all the new stock we have. It would be appreciated if you could help us carry the boxes to the front door. Eastport will be inside to take everything to the storage room afterwards.” He explained. “Just be careful, some of those boxes are marked as fragile, so you might want to leave those to other Nations, namely America, and you can take the smaller boxes.”
He then turned to her once more to validate if she’d understood her orders, and that’s when he noticed how flushed her entire face was, especially around the eyes.
“And I do say, Lichtenstein, are you quite alright? Your eyes are all red. Are you cold?”
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Post by America on Jul 24, 2012 16:05:30 GMT -5
America nodded, far too tired to even shoot some sort of brilliant comeback at England. "You got your crab and your clipboard thing, so go on inside, Eastport," he said, ruffling the kid's hair. Despite how much he wanted to lecture him (he still couldn't get over how close that zombie was to biting into the young micronation), he had far better things to do. He entered the helicopter, grabbing as many boxes as he could carry, making sure to get the heavy ones first.
He caught England's compliment to Lichtenstein and felt just a bit jealous. Which was really ridiculous, because Lichtenstein did do a great job and she was a very sweet girl, so it was impossible to get mad at her. "Yeah, great job," he agreed, stepping out onto the snowy ground. And he couldn't help but add, "And I was awesome out there, too. But you're good at the sniping stuff. You took a lot of 'em down. Thanks." Why the hell was it so difficult to brag around her?
He walked to the front door, setting the boxes down and giving a sigh of relief. Alright, so it wasn't too strenuous of an activity. Of course, if he had time to relax and had felt more refreshed, he would probably be able to carry a lot more and he'd be able to walk them to the door faster. But, whatever. He wasn't relaxed and he'd make do.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jul 24, 2012 23:10:06 GMT -5
((Sorry about holding everyone up. ;w; I swear to God that I'm gonna be better after this hiatus.))
Eastport's face scrunched up into a pout. Not that he was cold or anything (even though he was), he just didn't like the fact he was being ordered back inside.
He wouldn't done another: "But England!" but he didn't have any good retort. Especially since the ancient (yes, to Eastport, the scruffy blonde in front of him was ancient) nation had a fan-flipping-tastic point. It would be easier to do inventory inside, when no one was freezing their asses off.
So instead, he bit his tongue. Literally. He had a habit of doing that when he was frustrated.
The girl running next to him caught his attention though. She was nothing like his sisters; she seemed quiet and delicate and was the sniper that was helping them?! He expected the sniper to be some tough guy like Switzerland, but this girl caught him off guard.
Not that he had much time to be caught off guard, especially since America was ruffling his hair. Even though he always loved it when he did that (it was the only time he ever felt he was praised for something he did) right now it only felt like the older nation was belittling him.
With another pout, he slipped the clipboard under his arm and made sure Henry was secure on his shoulder. "C'mon! There's gotta be SOMETHING I c'n help with! I'm strong too, y' know! At least let me carry one box in; I doubt I can screw that up. 'N I'm heading that way anyway, so might as well lemme carry one on m' way."
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Post by [x] Austria on Jul 25, 2012 2:06:30 GMT -5
((Thank you, Iggy~ I got a little confused ^^; ))
"Oh, I'm sorry, you'll have to stay in quarantine, I'm afraid. At least until the vaccine's been administered and you've recovered. Should take about a day..." Austria replied absently, wondering what the recovery process would be like for something like this. He hadn't seen the vaccine in action as of yet, and he could only hope the side effects wouldn't be too unpleasant.
Speaking of the vaccine, he should probably check up on how it was progressing, so it could be administered as quickly as possible. England had announced over the PA system that the helicopter had landed successfully, so hopefully things should be getting back to normal. He might have to treat a few scratches or other injuries (he hoped there was nothing else major) but those were more routine treatments that wouldn't be quite so unnerving.
He nodded a hello to the other nation that had rushed into the hospital area - at least she seemed to be a friend of Seychelles', and could keep an eye on her for a moment - as he headed towards the door to the quarantine area.
"I need to go check on the vaccine," he told Seychelles, "I can get the crackers for you on my way back. And is there anything else I can bring you, a book or anything? You might be in here for some time while you recover."
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Post by Singapore on Jul 25, 2012 4:05:28 GMT -5
Singapore returned the nation's greeting. She didn't know him, but it didn't matter. All she could do was stay with Seychelles, since the other nation wet to get fish crackers for Seychelles.
"Honestly Seychelles, I swear, you're going to die from all those crackers." she told her.
Singapore looked at Seychelles bites and sighed. Something like this just had to happen to someone close to her.
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Post by Seychelles on Jul 25, 2012 4:16:02 GMT -5
((fine Iggy i shall be a good Seychelles and stay here. :/ this is gonna be short.)) "Oh, a video game would be nice too. Thanks Austria!!" Seychelles said before Austria left.
"Hehehe no i wont!" Seychelles giggled. Seychelles notices that Singapore was staring at her bite marks. "Not to wkrry!! These fish crackers protects me from zombies too you know!" Seychelles said jokingly. She doesnt want Singapore to worry so much. She was going to be ok... I mean, Japan was making the vaccine!!
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Post by Liechtenstein on Jul 25, 2012 5:02:44 GMT -5
“T-thank you.” Liechtenstein said and blushed at England’s praise and her face turned even redder at America’s compliment. She smiled, happy that she was able to help.
Liechtenstein nodded as England explained her task and suddenly jumped at his unexpected question. She broke eye contact and looked at the snowy ground. Liechtenstein hesitated and answered, “I’m f-fine, it was just very chilly up in the tower that’s all.” England did not need to know that she was crying, he already have a lot of things to worry about.
“I will get started on carrying those boxes.” She quickly dismissed herself before England could ask more. As she walked toward the doors of the helicopter, Liechtenstein gave a polite nod to a mysterious boy. He can’t be human, so a nation? She shook her head, no time to be distracted, she have an order to carry out.
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Post by England on Jul 25, 2012 22:35:31 GMT -5
"Thank you." England whispered, sudden exhaustion rushing over him. He really just wanted to sit down, maybe take a nap... Well, first things first: he had to get out of the cold. The pilots were already picking up some boxes and carrying them inside, so there was no problem there. England imitated them and the Nations that had precessed him by picking up a stack of boxes and painstakingly lifting them, waddling quite awkwardly towards the door. He mentally listed what he still had to do (inventory, putting the new stock away in their places, checking on Seychelles, making sure that all the Nations were uninjured, getting the helicopter to a safe liftoff again...) and a rush of hopelessness ran through his body. He didn't feel like doing any of this. He just wanted to rest a little. This entire mess was exhausting them all. Why couldn't things turn out right for them?
He had half a mind to stay inside once he brought the boxes to the front door, but painstakingly dragged his frozen body back outside to continue. The sooner they finished, the better. The entire month's worth of diverse supplies wasn't going to get itself out of the chopper, that was for sure. England just hoped there was a lot of tea in there. He really needed something to pull himself together again.
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