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Post by [x] Norway on Mar 15, 2012 21:38:36 GMT -5
(i think so)
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Post by [x] South Korea on Mar 20, 2012 18:57:32 GMT -5
Korea arrived at the warehouse without much trouble. Despite the lack of fighting and zombies as a whole, Korea was mildly annoyed that he hadn't caused a huge scene upon his arrival. It would have been interesting. Either way, Korea knocked on the door and waited for a reply, half-wondering if he should just enter on his own. He would find a way...he was Korea, ninjas were invented in Korea!
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on Mar 20, 2012 21:08:52 GMT -5
Hong Kong looked up at the large building in front of him. He still wasn't sure whether or not he had been dropped off in the right place. The warehouse seemed large and forbidding, not somewhere anyone would be-would be living in. It was so different from what he was used to, having no flashing lights or people chattering around him, going about their daily lives. He felt just a little bit lonely in the darkness by himself. Oh well, I guess that I will have to get used to this place. Opening the door he walked in apprehensively, trying as hard as he could not to make any noise to disturb the peace of dawning twilight.
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Post by [x] South Korea on Mar 20, 2012 21:42:56 GMT -5
Korea caught sight of Hong Kong wandering towards the warehouse. He looked vaguely lost. Losing interest in knocking on the door, the Asian ran over to the younger and threw his arms around him. "Hong Kong! I didn't think you would be here!" Hong Kong greeted him with a sharp elbow to the ribs and a glare.
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on Mar 20, 2012 22:32:21 GMT -5
Hong Kong sighed. He had been really hoping that he would get to base before the dim-wit got here. Bloody hell. He tried to push the arms off him, with little to no success. that little jab in the ribs, had, apparantly not stopped the other asian, and neither had a glare. what was he supposed to do now... He supposed that they looked just a little comical to the average observer. What would happen if someone saw them like that? Hong Kong tried even harder to push himself away from Korea.
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Post by [x] South Korea on Mar 20, 2012 22:37:59 GMT -5
"NO!" Korea refused, only tightening his grip on the smaller person. He didn't particularly care about what other people though of him, at least when it considered public glomping of Hong Kong. Korea didn't let go, but attempted to start a conversation with the British-ish Asian. "So...do you know where Aniki is?"
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on Mar 20, 2012 22:54:49 GMT -5
"On Earth." Hong Kong replied to his Brother, wondering why he wasn't able to get away from the taller man. After a few more moments of struggling, he finally managed to slip away from his "brother" and was walking as fast as he could towards the door. Nothing could get him away fast enough.
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Post by [x] South Korea on Mar 20, 2012 22:58:45 GMT -5
"Wait, Hong Kong!" Korea ran after Hong Kong, who was making a beeline for the door where Korea had been earlier. He knocked on the door and waited for a reply. When none came, he turned around and glared at Korea. "What?" He huffed and crossed his arms. "I blame you for this!" Korea pointed to himself with a look of pretend shock on his face. "Me?"
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on Mar 20, 2012 23:07:19 GMT -5
Hong Kong decieded not to answer him, instead turning around and trying the lock once more. still didn't budge. He could feel his patience wearing thin. If the door didn't open soon, then he'd be stuck outside with the dim-wit all night. His sanity was in danger. He tried the lock once more.
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Post by [x] South Korea on Mar 20, 2012 23:11:32 GMT -5
Korea bounced up beside Hong Kong, who was glaring at the lock as though the thing would sizzle and become a puddle. Which, while would be really cool, would also be really freaky. Because, as you should know, laser eyes were invented in Korea, not Hong Kong. "Um, Hong Kong..." Korea reached out and poked the door. "I doubt that is going to open the door..." His verbal speech tick decided to kick in right around then. While Korea wouldn't mind spending a night outdoors, as he had done so many times after getting locked out by either China, Taiwan, or Hong Kong. It was more the zombie problem that made him want to be inside.
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on Mar 20, 2012 23:25:09 GMT -5
Hong Kong started to become panicky at that point. He had the exact same thought as Korea. What if the Zombies' come before they were able to open the door? His banging on the door became a little more frantic. "Hey! Someone open the door!" He put his ear to the door, listening for signs of movement in the space beyind. It was no use. They were stuck.
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Post by [x] South Korea on Mar 20, 2012 23:29:45 GMT -5
Korea twirled in a slow circle. Of course. Either everybody was asleep or ignoring them. "Well, on the bright side, if the zombies DO come, then they'll have to open the door!" He clapped his hands together and snickered. While he was true, he took a few steps backwards. The place was tall and built for, well, a zombie invasion, so even going all Korean Ninja on it would be annoying.
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on Mar 20, 2012 23:31:58 GMT -5
((we're moving to the plains now))
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Post by [x] Poland on Apr 12, 2012 7:22:33 GMT -5
Poland eyed the perimeter fence, and the sullen looking building inside it. He got that the whole world was in this crisis, but was it too much to ask to have, like, a little fabulousness to cheer everyone up? But he'd deal with it - he had to protect Liet. Besides, now that he was here, the place wouldn't be drab any more.
Yup, he'd find a way to make the place wicked cool. Some hot pink here, maybe a little green.
Poland took a deep breath, and wondered how the heck he was supposed to get inside.
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Post by [x] Switzerland on Apr 17, 2012 15:52:37 GMT -5
Switzerland felt his right eye twitch.
'Dear Lord.' He thought, 'I think someone just suggested something to do with pink. Please help us.'
Shaking his head to clear the thoughts of some idiot (most likely Poland, he never did understand the idea of 'blending in') painting the entirety of the ware house -from inside to out- in that horrible shade (not that anything to do with the color in the first place wasn't horrible) hot pink.
'It would not only look pure evil but we would stand out like a sore thumb.' He thought, 'The zombies would be flocking in from miles around.'
Giving his head another shake he pushed the very thought out of his mind and tried to focus on the letter he was writing to Austria, not that he would ever actually admit to that.
'Or gather the nerves to actually send it.'A small voice in the back of his head reminded him.
Letting out a sigh Switzerland tried to focus on the letter that he knew would only ever be seen by him -if he had anything to say about it that is.
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