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Post by England on Mar 6, 2012 15:08:56 GMT -5
"Well then, come along. I'll show you around." England motioned to the newcomers, fighting back a smile that he deemed unnecessary in such a morbid situation. "As for everyone else, dusk is falling quickly, so I will ask you to go upstairs and draw the curtains over the windows. I'll go dim the lights in a moment." he told everyone, already heading off towards one of the ladders to the platforms.
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Post by Lithuania on Mar 6, 2012 15:28:29 GMT -5
Lithuania nodded to the brisk instructions the older nation had issued. He glanced to the other two who had arrived with him, before watching England as he rushed off towards what Lithuania guessed were the controls for the lights...or something like that judging by his statement.
Whilst he was waiting for their guide to return Lithuania glanced around once more.
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Post by America on Mar 6, 2012 16:24:25 GMT -5
When America finally got it in his head that England was mocking him (he really didn't mean to be slow, it was just that everything was so new and strange to him), he merely stuck out his tongue, unable to spit out a good comeback. Frankly, he would have simply blamed it on the situation (his lack of a comeback, that is), but, truth was, he never really retorted with good comebacks to England, other than, 'lol, eyebrows,' and that had nothing to do with anything, so he just kept his mouth shut.
When Ireland pulled him, along with Lithuania and Vietnam, into a hug, America eagerly hugged her right back. "Howdy!" he exclaimed, plastering a grin on his face, all the while thinking, For such a smaller girl (okay, considerably smaller than myself), she really does have a tight grip! He didn't mind, though, for he was looking forward to any sort of comfort his fellow nations had to offer him. Once she pulled away, he waved over to Wy, happy to see her, even if they really never hung out all that often. He was just happy to see anyone other than zombies, actually.
When England started talking again, America held back a groan. He waited until England was walking away before muttering, to no one in particular, "Geez, we only just got here and he's already putting us to work." He didn't seem to ill about it, though. Rather, he was just amused to everyone seemed to be their normal selves, despite the whole omg, zombies are taking over the world vibe that the humans were giving off (and rightly so, he thought).
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Post by [x] Ireland on Mar 6, 2012 16:32:03 GMT -5
Ireland's face suddenly went serious as she listened to what England had said, nodding firmly.
"Alright," the redhead began lowly before jogging away from the newcomers and quickly making her way upstairs, drawing over the curtains in a swift motion. Although she wasn't fond of getting told what to do, she did not want any zombies to find them. It was bad enough they were stuck doing this anyway! without getting killed on the first night.
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Post by England on Mar 6, 2012 16:37:46 GMT -5
"Come along, children." England smirked, leading the three newcomers to a ladder after dimming the lights a bit. "So let me give you a quick overview. You can explore the rest yourselves." he started. "The kitchen's that door over there, the staircase there leads to the second floor, where our development lab will be, and the infirmary block is the section blocked off by crates over here." he pointed to said areas, then turned to the common area.
"That there is the common area, where all the non-zombie-related entertainment can be found." Although zombie-killing hardly counted as entertainment. Not when their own safeties were at risk. "Keep yourselves entertained, we do not want anybody going crazy."
He then turned around and grabbed one of the ladder's rungs, pulling himself up a couple of steps.
"And these ladders will take you to the platforms where the bunk beds are set. Come along with me so I can show you to your beds." he nudged his head at the Nations gently and started climbing.
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Post by Lithuania on Mar 6, 2012 16:42:17 GMT -5
Lithuania laughed softly too himself at America's expression. He was about to respond when England spoke again.
After listening carefully, and agreeing, going mad at this stage of the game was not going to be very useful, although he did wonder about SOME nations' sanity even before the zombie thing.
"Alright" He said in response to the Western European nation and followed him towards the stairs.
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Post by natty on Mar 6, 2012 16:53:34 GMT -5
She had just about lost track of the time she had spent treading through this wasteland of a place, keeping her eyes low and her ears sharp while casting an expecting glance around every so often. One of her dearest knives was prepared and ready at her side to be unsheathed, dark eyes watching steadily for signs of the undead or possibly of the living, preferably someone whom she deemed of importance.
But instead of either, the large warehouse was found coming slowly into sight in further distance. Her pace quickened and she stopped short upon reaching the large iron door, sizing it up whilst encumbered by the chill of the outside air. It wasn't so much of a bother, but not something she preferred to be in the presence of either.
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Post by England on Mar 6, 2012 17:10:35 GMT -5
Once upstairs, England quickly spotted the beds he'd assigned the newcomers.
"Be careful not to look down, we're about 40 feet off the ground right now." he smirked to himself as he led them past a few bunks, occupied by bags and clothes and weapons.
"Lithuania, Vietnam, you guys have this bunk." England patted one of the beds. "Make yourselves comfortable and unpack at will." He then turned to the next one and patted the top bed. "America, you're assigned this spot. Just please try not to get your stuff everywhere. I don't want to pick up anything of yours in my bed." he huffed, crossing his arms.
He was also about to add something about not falling out of bed and breaking a limb or two when his watch started ringing shrilly again.
"Another one already?" he furrowed his brows, turning his watch off and turning to one of the poles running down to the ground from there. "Alright, one last thing. In case of immediate mobilization, I'll ask you to stay clear of the ladders to avoid clutters and use these poles instead." he threw one of his legs around the metal pole and grabbed it tightly. "Practice if you don't know how to use one." and his feet left the ground as he slid down to the lower level to open the door again.
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Post by America on Mar 6, 2012 17:21:10 GMT -5
America, now feeling quite enthusiastic (funny what companionship and warmth can do to a person), followed England up the ladder, eying the place with approval. Sure, it wasn't his large house down in Virginia, but, hey, it looked comfortable enough, so he supposed he could stand it alright. "Dude, we are high!" He grinned, looking over at the bottom level. "Isn't it awesome? Man, wouldn't it be hilarious if one of us just decided to sleepwalk one night, and plop, we fell right off?" Okay, maybe it wasn't so funny, but, hey, he was trying to lighten the mood a tad.
He continued following England and nodded when his bed was pointed out. "Dude, hero's word- you won't have to lay a finger on my stuff!" Which was, of course, probably a lie. America probably wasn't the messiest one in the world, but he was pretty high up there. What was the point in cleaning up when it would just get messy again, anyway?
His attention turned to England once more, who gave some sort of warning or other (America figured he could ask him later) before sliding down the pole. "Awesome! Just like a firefighter!" America exclaimed. He had actually never slid down a pole before, but, hey, there was a first for everything, wasn't there? Might as well practice, like he said, the tall nation thought, looking the pole over and wondering if he could try it now, or if England meant for him to wait until later.
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Post by [x] Vietnam on Mar 6, 2012 17:38:00 GMT -5
Ireland certainly had a strong hug, caught off by it Vietnam immediately tensed but managed not to impulsively try and shove away, she didn't want to look odd or anything to just waited until she was released before quietly sighing when she was. The red head had her spirits up, at least everyone wasn't sulking around. It was relieving, honestly. "Ah, yes, I am glad as well." Vietnam agreed, glad to see there were other girls who had arrived, She looked over behind Ireland and spotted Wy, and waved politely. That was Australia's sister if she wasn't mistaken.
Vietnam listened intently was England showed the newcomers around, taking note to remember where everything was so she wouldn't wind up in the wrong place. It seemed easy enough, she was glad there was no winding hallways that didn't need to be there! She disliked mazes. Once he told them to start climbing, she waited her turn before climbing up the distance, glad she didn't have a problem with heights otherwise she'd be very reluctant to leave the ground.
"Ah, I see. Thank you." Vietnam said once her bed was shown to her bed, she tossed her bag on the bottom. She'd unpack later, it wasn't needed to at the moment so she'd save it for another time.
Vietnam stared at the poles a moment, America was right they were like fire fighter poles, except higher off the ground. One mishap in going down and that could be painful! She'd have to practice, but she was sure she'd get the hang of it. She'd just have to make sure she had a tight grip. Or maybe where gloves to slide easier? Ah, she'd cross that bridge when she got to it. "How interesting..."
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Post by England on Mar 6, 2012 17:47:55 GMT -5
Feet lightly touching the ground in a trained landing, England let go of the pole and headed towards the security control panel. Hopefully, he hadn't kept the Nation waiting outside long enough for him or her to be spotted by zombies.
Or better yet: Hopefully, it really was a Nation that had stepped inside the security perimeter and not a wandering zombie they'd have to take out.
Honestly, he had no energy whatsoever to deploy over zombie slaughter right now. He was just so tired. He just wanted it all to end.
One look at the screen told him it was Belarus. He didn't know whether he should be relieved or nervous. Nonetheless, he opened the door without a second thought, and welcomed the female Nation as soon as she came in view.
"Hello and welcome. Nice to see you're still alive."
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Post by natty on Mar 6, 2012 18:21:29 GMT -5
She couldn't help but cast a few glances over her shoulder while awaiting the door to be opened, making sure that she was the only one nearby there. The sound of the door and the English drawl drew her attention back forward, staring at the blonde nation ahead of her.
"Hello," she muttered on her way inside, and although she didn't find the idea of staying in the warehouse among the company of others very enthralling, she was eager to escape the cold temperature. She slowly looked around, the sound of a few other voices drifting about telling her that she wasn't the only survivor.
It wasn't entirely relieving, but she would certainly prefer not to be completely alone. "I won't fall to those things out there," she said lowly. "Have you seen my brother here?"
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Post by England on Mar 6, 2012 18:29:03 GMT -5
"Russia?" England blinked for a moment, then shook his head. "No, I'm sorry. Come to think of it, he hasn't even contacted me to confirm his arrival at the warehouse yet." he shrugged. "Oh well. Perhaps you'll have better luck than I. In the meantime." he pushed a couple of buttons, and the doors started closing again. "There. How about you look around? You can use one of the four ladders to get up on the platforms where the bunks are. Pick yourself a bunk. I haven't found you a bunk-mate yet, so pick whichever you want and unpack there."
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Post by [x] Denmark on Mar 6, 2012 19:40:20 GMT -5
Cursing in his head, Denmark was running to the warehouse, seeing that dusk was quickly approaching. Whenever he saw movement, or heard some sound, he wanted to bring out his axe, not wanting to give any zombie the chance. However, he resisted the urge and focused on getting to the destination instead.
When he finally made it to the door, he panted just a little, but looked about for anything, somewhat daring a zombie to try and fight him. It made him angry on the inside to think about what has happened to the world, but he smiled nonetheless and waited for the doors to open, hoping that maybe his brothers had arrived. The Dane was worried about them, even Sweden.
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Post by England on Mar 6, 2012 19:49:23 GMT -5
Another ring on England's watch made him jump, and he swore at the contraption under his breath. Sometimes, he didn't even know why he bothered having it. Nations could knock, couldn't they?
Still, he did know that deep inside, if ever an army of zombies entered the perimeter without them being aware of it, his watch could save their lives.
In any case, he left Belarus to her own devices and went over to open the door again. All the come-and-go was making him more tired than usual.
The door swung open with an ominous creak, and the first thing England noticed was the advancing darkness outside. Hopefully, no Nations would be caught outside at this hour of the day when they'd be at their most vulnerable.
"Oh, Denmark." England blinked when he noticed the newcomer. For a moment, the sharp taste of alcohol danced across his tongue before it faded away. He had to do all he could to suppress his smirk. "May I welcome you into a nightmare?" it amused him to find such unconventional greetings, to say the least.
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