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Post by [x] Spain on Apr 17, 2012 18:34:31 GMT -5
[[Oh, you should've totally seen this coming, Switzy. XD]]
Have you ever heard of a bored Spain? Neither have I. Until now.
Spain was being bored. ACTUALLY being bored. Of course there was probably someone he could've done, but to be honest, he almost wanted to get into some mischief. No, no, no. He warned himself, lacing his fingers together and putting them behind his head. I'm sure there's something else I can do other than turning into Prussia. Besides, Roma wouldn't be too happy if I got in trouble.
Just when he was about to give up on finding something to keep him occupied, he spotted a blonde nation doing something or other.
Chills when down his spine when he realized who it was. It was a certain trigger-happy German nation.
Switzerland.
W-Well... Spain shook his head and blew some of his bangs out of his face. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to talk to him... After all, he wouldn't try shooting me for that, right? Trying to convince himself that he wouldn't end up Swiss cheese if he made some small talk, he casually walked up and peered over the other man's shoulder.
"Hola, Suiza! What're you doing?" He curiously looked over at the paper and noticed that it was all in German. Of course he couldn't read a word of it, even if he tried.
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Post by [x] Switzerland on Apr 18, 2012 10:02:27 GMT -5
Switzerland jumped.
He had been too distracted arguing with that annoying little voice in his head to take any stock in his surroundings. He hadn't even noticed anyone else was there until Spain was practically breathing down his neck.
Quickly folding up the letter so Spain wouldn't read it he stood up, turning to face the inquisitive nation.
"N-Nothing, what would make you think I was doing anything?"
Dammit, now I sound like a guilty little kid. This' stupid, all I was doing was being an idiot. It's not like I ever would've sent the letter anyway. Why'd I have to write it?
Blushing slightly he brushed past Spain, unknowingly dropping the unfinished letter.
"I'm going to the roof." He mumbled as he walked by.
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Post by [x] Poland on Apr 18, 2012 13:59:31 GMT -5
Poland couldn't believe his luck. Someone had come to let him in!
'Like, finally! A guy could get his butt bitten off by some rabid creature out here.' He waved at whoever the heck it was, suddenly feeling a little shy. 'So, I guess I should come in?'
Poland bit his lip as he looked at all the dead plant life around his feet, trying to hold in the shudder that was threatening to burst free. Well, at least it wasn't as cold as his homeland, right? He could totally get some sun-bathing in during his free time. That is, when he wasn't busy making the place more jazzy!
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Post by [x] Spain on Apr 18, 2012 14:59:56 GMT -5
"Sorry, I was just wondering-" Spain was apologizing when suddenly Switzerland left in a hurry, saying he was going the roof. Well, that's odd. I didn't think he'd be the type to run like that. That's when something on the ground caught his attention. It was the piece of paper that he dropped in his rush. Gently picking it up, he tried reading it again, but with no luck. What in heaven's name made him think he could even begin to read German again?
He was going to go after him when a knock on the door distracted him. "Ah! Coming!" He said, peeking out a bit to make sure it wasn't a stupid walking corpse that happened to run into it for some reason. That would be really bad, you know.
Nope, instead it was yet another blonde nation who was always fabulous. "Ah, Polonia! How are you? Come in, come in!" He greeted, opening the door just enough to let his ally in. It was the least he could do when he remembered how Poland had volunteered to send troops to him way back during his civil war. He was always grateful for that. "How was your trip?" He started, closing the door behind the new arrival and making sure that it was firmly locked.
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Post by [x] Poland on Apr 18, 2012 16:27:36 GMT -5
((I'm brushing up on some 90s slang, but seeing as I wasn't born 'til 97, some of it might be wrong, so if you see anything, please point it out XD ))
Poland recognised the voice as he stepped inside - it was his old comrade, Spain!
'It was, like, you know... really boring. I spent the whole time just thinking about stuff, which is, like, pretty rare for me, although I have been known to have some totally amazing ideas. Hey, did I tell you about the time... Hah, you probably know that story - I mean you should, it was boss! Hey, this place is like, so... grey! You know, I totally have some ideas to make it buzz hype!'
Poland somehow managed to get that all out in one breath, and grinned as he looked around the common room.
All of the grinning made him think about ponies, and the adorable look they got on their long faces when he stroked them under their chin. Soon he was off in his happy land of ponies, smiling blankly in Spain's general direction.
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Post by [x] Spain on Apr 18, 2012 17:17:25 GMT -5
Spain could only blink at the rapid amount of words that came from the person in front of him. In fact, it took a while for him to process all of it. "Oh, is that so?" He smiled back and then tried to continue the conversation. "But if you want, I'll help you spruce this place up a bit. I mean, I am the only groundskeeper and all."
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Post by [x] Wales on Apr 18, 2012 20:27:56 GMT -5
((I'm supposed to start here, right? It's okay if I join?))
Wales got to the warehouse just in time to see the door close behind Poland. He sighed and approached the door. He leaned against it--he was tired after his long walk from the 'coptor to here, especially after a stray zombie had surprised him.
Resting his forehead on the cool metal, he laid his palm flat against the door and tapped. After a few moments, he curled his hand into a fist and pounded on the door. He wasn't usually an obtrusive Nation, but these undead scared him, and he didn't want to be taken by surprise twice in one day.
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Post by [x] South Korea on Apr 18, 2012 21:01:51 GMT -5
South Korea happened to hear the knock. He had been...doing things...that he stopped as soon as he heard the plea for entrance. He had seen Poland come in moments earlier. (South Korea remembered Poland, as he was VERY hard to forget) Wandering towards the door, the Korea leaned against it and momentarily wished he had x-ray vision or something cool like that. Then he could tell who was there. Because, you never know, it could be some kind of super advanced zombie! Which would be really terrifying. Sighing and pushing off from the door, South Korea opened it and saw an obviously European nation there.
(((Come to the OOC chat thread!!)))
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Post by [x] Wales on Apr 18, 2012 21:10:35 GMT -5
Wales walked in, grateful that someone had come to allow this quite promptly. He nodded politely at the Asian Nation who had opened the door, grinning his thanks. He closed the door behind him and locked it.
He looked about for his siblings. Assuming, after a few moments, that they were elsewhere and he would see them soon, he began exploring the compound. He made the mistake of looking up at the rest area--so... far... up...
He swallowed. Despite the many cliffs in his country--or perhaps because of them--he was afraid of heights. And those ladders and poles hardly looked safe. What if he fell while climbing? How terrible it would be, to die just as he was going to bed after another day of surviving this Armageddon!
Breathing deeply, Wales decided that he would cross that bridge when he came to it. Until then, he would stand awkwardly in a corner, talking to Gwyn, his dragon. Though these strange Nations looked friendly, Wales didn't know them, having lived a fairly isolated life until now.
But everything was different now, wasn't it?
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Post by [x] Poland on Apr 19, 2012 14:12:20 GMT -5
Poland was shaken from his pony-daze, and grinned at Spain.
'That would totally be awesome! I was like seriously considering being groundskeeper, but all the dirt would totally kill my buzz! But you definitely need some help making this place less depressing, and I’m your guy.'
As he winked at Spain, Poland noticed another blond nation hovering in a corner. Huh, he thought, when the heck did he get here? The newcomer intrigued him, so he sent a cute smile, a wave, and a 'see you later, dude' Spain's way, and headed over to him.
'Like, hey! I totally didn't know someone else had arrived. How long did they leave you out there? I swear, for me, it was like freaking days, man. Hey, listen, I've gotta run - I want to scope this place out - see what kinda potential it has, ya know what I mean. But, dude, I'll totally see you around, we might even be bunk buddies. That would totally blow the roof!'
Poland began slowly walking around, scrutinising the main room, and frowning a little at the sad walls. Then his face lit up as his mind began to whir. He could see it now - gorgeous pink walls, maybe in PVC (that was so in right now!) offset with lime green leather sofas. But that was only the beginning - not often did he get a blank canvas like this.
This was going to be righteous!
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Post by [x] Spain on Apr 19, 2012 14:24:47 GMT -5
"Aw, that's too bad." Spain simply said in response to "killing my buzz" (whatever that meant). "And thanks. I could use all the help I could get."
He followed where Poland went and saw another familiar mop of blonde hair. "Gales!" [[Note: That's Wales in Spanish.]] "I didn't expect to see you here for a while." He greeted, shaking his hand. "How have you been?"
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Post by Singapore on Apr 20, 2012 4:17:50 GMT -5
((We're upposed to start here right??))
Pant. Pant
There it was, the warehouse was right in front of her. She ran towards it hoping she wouldn't meet a zombie on her way, or worse, she hoped she didn't step on any stray chewed-up gum. She stood in front of the door wondering if it was alright to go in. She didn't even know if this was the right place. She never used her time on geography or anything that will help her know if this was the place. But she had no choice.
She carefully and hesitantly opened the door to see a few nations inside. There were a few European nations and there were some Asian nations too. She sighed thankfully and stepped in quietly. Hopefully, someone would notice her and possibly show her around, but at that moment she was just thankful to be alive.
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Post by [x] Wales on Apr 20, 2012 22:15:21 GMT -5
Wales blinked at the Nation shaking his hand. Recognizing his friend, Spain, he grinned and returned the gesture vigorously. "I honestly didn't expect to be here either. I'm good. Or as good as I can be. These undead are disturbing." He shuddered. "Honestly, I was waiting outside and thinking about how I could get eaten any minute and turn into one of them and.... Gah! It was terrible!"
Wales furrowed his brow and pouted. After a few seconds, he shook his head and grinned. "How have you been?"
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Post by [x] Spain on Apr 22, 2012 21:18:38 GMT -5
[[sorry, I've been ridiculously busy. D8]]
"Well, isn't anything moving that shouldn't be disturbing?" Spain tried to lighten the mood a bit. When he heard Wale's next comment he gasped. "Really? That bad? Don't worry, it's safe here. Inglaterra made sure of that." Lacing his hands behind his head, Spain balanced on his heels and smiled. "I've been good. Hard at work though. It's kinda tough being the only groundskeeper here, but I can't complain; I love my job too much." He laughed. "Now, if I could have an assistant, that would make it even better~"
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Post by Singapore on Apr 23, 2012 4:25:57 GMT -5
Singapore stood at the corner of everyone's view. Just enough to see that there is someone here, but not enough to show that she existed. But she didn't mind, after all, she was just a groundskeeper, nothing else. She glanced around the room every two seconds to make herself familiar to the place. Then, someone caught her eye. She didn't understand why, but she felt the urge to talk to him.
He was probably a European nation. The brown-haired male was standing on his heels and let out a soft laugh, as if he was sharing a personal joke with himself.
'Should I talk to him?' she thought to herself. The next thing she knew, she was already walking towards his direction.
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