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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 26, 2012 15:11:31 GMT -5
Norway went over to his partner Lithuania quickly and held it up with him. "Is that better?" he asked when he felt the window hurt his hand even more. He felt the pane drill its self in his cuts and it was seriously hurting him, but the norwiegen didnt want to complain. That wouldnt help there situation at all. "W-what should we do?" the nordic country asked in a voice that was a little panicy. He didnt know what he should do...and he was the leader!
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Post by Lithuania on Jun 26, 2012 15:33:10 GMT -5
"It's ok Norway, just help me pull." Lithuania tried to stay calm. He knew it was a race against time, and they were SO close now. He saw the bandages on the Nordic's hands darkening in their colour, turning crimson and he realised that the strain was opening the cuts on his hands. But they couldn't stop, the rubber had almost torn and then they would be able to get down.
"Almost there..." He whispered and then there was a slight cracking sound and he pulled harder at the glass ignoring the way it sliced into the soft flesh on the palms of his hands.
Suddenly the pressure lifted and he rocked back slightly, fighting to keep his grip on the pane of glass as it tore away and hung down into the building. With the help of the other two they dragged the glass up and set it down next to the sky light.
he looked at his hands, bit his lip and grabbed the rest of the bandages, wrapping a thin layer round. They needed to save some of those for any emergencies on the way back. Although they always had their shirts or trousers.
"How do we get down?" He turned to Norway, hoping he'd have some kind of answer that wouldn't involve possible broken bones
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 26, 2012 15:46:44 GMT -5
Norways hands here in so much pain when they finally rested. The stech of blood was going to call all the zombies if there were any in the hospital, the nordic knew this but he couldnt worry about that now. He heard his parnter ask how they would get down. The nordic country looked down the skylight hole and saw that it was a long drop down. He frowned. "I know how we could get down, but getting up will be a challenge. Someone will have to stay up here for it to work though." The nordic said as he started taking off his jacket and his white undershirt and tieing them together. "Does anyone has a jacket or shirt they can spare?" He asked his teamates.
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Post by [x] Romano on Jun 26, 2012 23:02:03 GMT -5
Romano looked over the scene with great stupidity. Why had he not thought of that?! It may be because his brain is caput, but don't judge him.
Romano looked at the glass, then back at Luthuania. He looked back at the glass and it was on a horse. No. It was not. Your hopes have been crushed.
He sighed, but knelt down next to his friends. "I could help, but you know me...." His face burned in shame. He needed to get stronger.....
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 26, 2012 23:05:44 GMT -5
Norway looked to Romano and said, "Actually, you would be great help." He walked over to the Italian and said plainly. "Strip..." it was actually pretty comidical since the norwiegen said almost everything with a straight face but he ment it. He needed the italian to strip off his clothes so he could make a rope so his team could climb down. The older country started tugging off the italians shirt and said, "Come on...we need the cloth."
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Post by [x] Romano on Jun 26, 2012 23:14:41 GMT -5
((HOLYCRAPICAN'TSTOPLAUGHINGYOUASS))
Romano and Norway would be very fun to watch, since Norway was emotionless and Romano had a tendency to over exaggerate. So you could imagine that Romano's face was priceless. He swallowed, but started to do as he was told, glaring at Norway. 'NOT COOL, BRO.' Was all he thought.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 26, 2012 23:19:23 GMT -5
(YOUKNOWYOULOVEITROMA~!)
Norway smiled as he watched the smaller italian start striping...yes he felt like the boss at the moment. In a good way, but sadly he was thinking he was the boss of Romano in ways that one shouldnt think of another person. With the cloth rope in one hand and the other hand was stretched out to get Romano's clothing, he felt like he could boss the italian boy however he wanted...but he wouldnt of coarse, that would be like ruling over another nation against there will. He had done it before and decided it would be best to count this as the only time that romano ever did something without talking against it.
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Post by Lithuania on Jun 27, 2012 10:32:36 GMT -5
"Good idea Norway." Lithuania nodded and watched as the smaller practically forced Romano out of his clothes.
"You might want to put some cushioning on the edge of the sill. Here." He pulled off his jacket and undid the buttons of his shirt, stripping that off before pulling his jacket back on, he felt self concious about not wearing a shirt now, despite the fact that Norway had basically stripped. He bunched the material up and positioned it just by the lip of the skylight, pushing a single layer in the tiny gap and then leaving the rest on the sill.
"Who will stay up here then?"
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Post by [x] Romano on Jul 3, 2012 13:06:58 GMT -5
Romano glared at Norway. He liked his clothes. And they burned the other pair. Not cool at all. He looked at Luthuania and snickered. Prude~. Romano shrugged. "I will stay up here if you want me to." He grinned. "Who knows, maybe the zombies are waiting around the corner, to eat you alive...... " Romano was just a buttnugget sometimes....
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Post by Lithuania on Jul 3, 2012 13:43:21 GMT -5
((Liet's not a prude, he's just self concious of his scars =( ))
"Ok, make sure that my shirt doesn't slip over the edge, Norway and I will need it there for when we climb back up so we don't hurt our hands." More, anyway.
Lithuania turned to Norway. "How's the rope coming along?" Although they had taken off most of their upper clothing there still might not be enough for the height they had to get down...and up. And he was not lending his shirt. Ever.
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