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Post by Mexico on Oct 23, 2012 18:32:49 GMT -6
No one wants to lose control. The broad sense of a feeling suddenly slipping through one's fingers. Our bodies, our minds, our actions are the one thing we have ultimate control over. It is the one thing that we can determine how it's going to work. If we lacked that control, in any of those areas, it drives us insane. We need to hold on to something in order to survive. Mexico, once a country of pure Catholic faith, now depended on what she could see and feel. She relied on what was real, and not on what she thought was real. Such behavior would've have upset her a few centuries back, more importantly it would've upset the person who raised her. She remembered her conversion, when she was forced to give up everything Aztec Empire had taught her, in order to live a life of faith as it should be.
Underneath her clothes, and hugging her neck, laid a necklace that hold a cross. It was a cross of pure gold, with a small ruby in the middle. That cross hadn't originally hand around her neck. When she had first converted, she had made her own, except it was engraved with symbols dear to her. Symbols, that she had failed to recognize as forbidden. Her luck that night hadn't been the best. If she had known it would upset him that much, she wouldn't have done it. What did some symbols have to do with her faith? Oh, but Antonio was in the mist of his Santa Inquisición. She could still hear the screams, and the look on his face without a flinch of her naked body.
Mexico looked down for a moment, certain she had successfully forgotten all about that. Forgotten to the point where it didn't matter, and how it didn't shape who she was anymore. She wondered why she was remembering now. Why all of a sudden here? In this place? She tried to shake the thoughts away. Everything with slow, steady breaths. For Turkey was, up to some point right, she needed to calm down. She could not lose control. Not again.
The girl sensed the taller nation slowly walking towards him. All of a sudden she wished she had said nothing, for she feared she had said more than she should've. It was constantly irritating and perpetually exhausting to have to watch the words that come out of her mouth. Monitoring what to say and what not to say. Just so that her own dark little secrets would stay within. Mexico wondered how it would like to not having something to hide. To be at peace with herself. To know, and eventually understand, that if people found out it didn't matter. The opinions of others were merely words. Until she gave them a reason why they should matter.
It was true that Turkey was no more than a stranger with whom she shared a diplomatic relationship. But it was in the truth of his words that Ana María doubted his intentions. She was quite aware that she was not being the best of company, and that being the case in her home would've been frown upon, but that didn't mean her suspicions didn't rise.
“What do I want? I want you to rest. You said you’re tired. Let me watch over you while you sleep and relax. Your body needs to rest to function, needs rest to heal any type of wounds it may have gotten.
Mexico looked at Turkey in disbelief. He wanted her to do what? She was surprised, to say the least, that he would suggest such a thing. Sleep seemed like a luxury instead of a basic human need like it was meant to. "What? ¿Estás loco? Are you crazy? How can I sleep in such a place?"[/color] Ana María couldn't believe he was true in his words. Sleep in a such a place? Wouldn't that be potentially dangerous? She couldn't remember the last time she had a full night's sleep. Enough to regain her energy. It would be nice. That much was clear. But it would be irresponsible. What if something happened while she was unconscious? She couldn't trust that they were safe there, or anywhere else for that matter. Always on the lookout. Always with the paranoia at full level.
"I swear by all that I hold dear, that as the Republic of Turkey , and the former Ottoman Empire, I will let no harm come to you. After you wake up, I’ll support you in any decision you make, I will not try to stop you. What say you? Will you take me up on my offer?”
It was in the way he had said it, a promise, that she knew she could trust him. Mexico took a reluctant step forward, thinking about what she was about to agree to. Sleep didn't just mean rest, it meant being potentially vulnerable. If anything happened, she was accountable. "Me prometes... Do you promise me that if something happens you will wake me up?"[/color] Mexico nodded. Accepting his offer, although she was afraid. She did not dare tell him what went through her mind at that point. She was afraid of what she might see when her mind hit that point of oblivion. With her nightmares running around when she was awake, who knew what she might face when she was asleep? It was terrifying. But nothing could be worst than the place where they both were at in that moment. And that thought alone was the little reassurance she needed.
She was starting to listen to what Turkey was saying. Maybe some of the things he had said were true. And maybe she needed a fresh start to understand them. Ana María would have to remind herself to thank him later, once she was awake, even if it hurt her pride... Even if it hurt her pride. She sighed.
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Post by Turkey on Oct 25, 2012 22:46:22 GMT -6
The room was cold and Sadiq could feel goose bumps on his arms start to rise. Crossing his arms, he rubbed them and tried to warm himself up even just a little bit, he was sure he wouldn’t be such an ass as he was sure he was showing himself to be. He stood behind her and waited for her to respond, knowing she would one way or another. From what Sadiq could tell, she wasn’t the type of person to just ignore something anyone had said. He hoped he knew what she would respond with, but he could only wait and see. Though he knew he had to wait, he could tell she was thinking, perhaps that he was crazy. Hearing her words, he nodded, seemed he was right.
“Perhaps I am crazy. Wouldn’t be there first time I’ve been called a crazy bastard. Though I can’t see you, I know that you would have stress lines around your eyes, perhaps the start of a crease between them too. There is no need for you to go through this by yourself when there is someone here to rely on even some. I want to help you. I feel like I haven’t helped anyone for a long time. Perhaps it’s selfish and I just want to feel useful again, and the fact that you’re getting something out of it too only makes it that much better. But yes, if anything should happen I would wake you up. “
It seemed he had won the argument after all. Grinning, he reached out and took a hold of her shoulder gently, turning her around to face him before taking one of her hands in one of his and had her sit down on the box he had used for a seat just a few minutes ago. “Wait here, I’ll be right back, won’t be gone but a second.” Walking away from her for a bit, he hoped she would stay there while he tried to find something that would make the floor more comfortable for them or something they could use to help keep the chill off. Feeling around, he came across a pile of potentially random stuff and started sorting though it by feel alone. It was moments like this he was thankful that he was almost blinded all those years ago and had to have his eyes covered and shut while they healed.
He remembered stumbling around his room trying to find where he had stashed his clothing and just things in general. He didn’t want any of the humans in the Palace looking after him, it was bad enough the resident healer had to treat him; and he didn’t want young Greece looking after him, he was the one that put him in such a state and he knew the brat wouldn’t hesitate to try to take advantage of the situation to hurt him worse. Shaking his head to get rid of the old memory that made the skin around his eyes hurt, he focused on the pile of stuff he had found. He had learned how to tell many things by feel alone and was thankful for the memories of certain objects against his hands.
Once he had found what he wanted, and made a bit of racket in the process, he came back with an old cot and some blankets. Setting it up, he smiled to himself at the work. He was sure it wasn’t the best looking thing, but it would do in a pinch for a temporary resting place. Once he was satisfied, Sadiq looked over to where he had left Mexico and smiled in the darkness. “You can rest here, I’ll sit on the floor near you or on the bed or wherever you prefer I stay to guard you.”
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Post by Mexico on Oct 27, 2012 15:41:33 GMT -6
Mexico had let him win. She was unsure as to why. Under normal circumstances, her potential pig-headed nature would've fought and argued, until her stubborn self would've annoyed the other person. Her words would've pierced the air between them. Because she was certain she was right. There was no other way. She wasn't a fan of losing. However, Mexico knew she was not right. She might've believed what she had implied before, but that didn't mean it was right. The girl was justifying her actions, her words, not proving a point.
“Perhaps I am crazy. Wouldn’t be there first time I’ve been called a crazy bastard. Though I can’t see you, I know that you would have stress lines around your eyes, perhaps the start of a crease between them too. There is no need for you to go through this by yourself when there is someone here to rely on even some. I want to help you. I feel like I haven’t helped anyone for a long time. Perhaps it’s selfish and I just want to feel useful again, and the fact that you’re getting something out of it too only makes it that much better. But yes, if anything should happen I would wake you up. “
Mexico reached over to touch the skin that surrounded her eyes. She tried to imagine where those stress lines were and how they looked on her face. She had never really given them much thought. Ana María had never thought about the possibility that her own fatigue could be visible and for everyone to see. What else did he know about her?
Ana María frowned for a moment. He wanted to help her out of helping himself. It is true that is incredibly selfish. The worst kind even. But she understood. There is no good dead that is entirely selfless. We all, at some point or another, seek that feeling of greatness we get when our presence liberates and helps others. When we make a difference. Up to what point is it okay to keep on seeking it? Mexico did not say anything, because she wanted to give him the opportunity to help her. Even if she knew he had no reason to. She wasn't remotely enthusiastic about accepting his help. If she had had it her way, she would be long gone by now. She wouldn't have put up with their fight or the repercussions that it brought. But her common sense demanded she stayed, because something good might actually come out of this.
When he placed his hands on her shoulders, she shivered. Ana María had not expected his cold touch against her bare skin. But it was a comforting feeling. A feeling of knowing he was real. She was real. And everything around them, unfortunately, was also real.
Mexico sighed as Turkey disappeared in the distance. She bit her nails nervously. A habit she had thought was no more than a part of her childhood. She sat there fidgeting, wishing for a bottle of Tequila to simply soothe her emotions. She wanted to scowl herself because she was already trusting him. She was trusting him, even when it was clear such action needed more analysis than a simple meeting. Why was she trusting him when it was clear that he didn't trust her? But why not trust him? He had done nothing of significance that made her want to see inside his head. He had been honest with her. Far more sincere than would be considered polite. For that alone, and to some extent, she resented him, but at the same time she respected him. Mexico looked around herself, trying to figure out why this place seemed so oddly familiar. She was almost positively sure she had never been in this place before, or any other place remotely like it. But she still felt an air of tranquility, above all the tension and clear feeling of misfortune. Remote, vague, but it was still there.
Mexico wondered if Turkey could feel it.
This life does not belong to me. I'll be born into another. Better. Like a TV series. There will be no weird people. Those who dare to laugh when someone else is crying. Beauty will be more than skin deep. People will stare. With money to do as I please. In such a perfect world, people will see right through each other.
Ana María stared as Sadiq came back holding some worn out blankets. She wondered how and why she had found something like it here. In the basement. Away from everyone else. Isolated. Something inside her told her she didn't really want to know. He looked over at her, and in the dark she could trace a smile. She liked being able to recognize smiles even at a long distance, or in places where they would most likely disappear. But she did not smile back. At this point, if she spoke she would only do so with what was absolutely necessary. Ana María felt vulnerable. Mostly because she was losing. And the only way she knew how to deal with this was with silence. Not doing anything.
“You can rest here, I’ll sit on the floor near you or on the bed or wherever you prefer I stay to guard you.”
To guard her. To. Guard. Her... Mexico couldn't remember the last time someone had offered to protect her. España had pretty much given up on that right when she had declared herself an independent nation. And America didn't do a great job with his Monroe Doctrine in the 1800s, especially after the Texas incident. But now this person, a fellow nation wanted to guard her. For personal reasons if you may, but the feeling was still the same. "You can- you can stay on the bed with me, if you like." She said softly, and in all honest a little embarrassed.
Fuera de mi camino. Estoy enojada contigo. En destellos de felicidad, me he escapado de la realidad. Y esque todo me enloquece. Nada me parece desde que aprendí a hablar. No encajo con la gente. Siempre estoy ausente. No lo puedo controlar.
Mexico walked over to the made up bed and slowly laid on it. She was unsure whether or not sleep would help her. She was afraid of it. Terrified of leaving this world to enter the realm of dreams. The fact that there were monsters on both ends didn't help her much. But she had to calm down. She had to take deep breaths so that everything around her soothe. If she could do that then maybe she would wake up and be herself again. Leave the person who was taking over her mind. When she rested her head on the bed, she sighed. Took a deep breath and then she closed her eyes. She felt asleep almost immediately.
I am so bored of the same nightmares that never cease to leave me alone. I don't care about much anymore. I want them to leave, so I can breathe again.
------- Spanish Translations: Get out of my way. I'm angry at you. Within sparkles of happiness, I have managed to escape reality. And it's because everything drives me crazy. I don't agree on anything, ever since I learned how to speak. I don't fit in with people. I'm always on my own little world. I can't help it.
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Post by Turkey on Nov 3, 2012 12:48:33 GMT -6
Sadiq waited for Mexico to lay down before he sat on the bed with her. He had watched her fall into a deep sleep and sighed. If only he could do the same. His promise to her and the fact he didn’t trust himself to sleep with a head injury were the only things that kept him from following her into the realm of sleep. Though there was no guarantee it would be restful. The body’s defenses were lowered when asleep and who knew if the manor would try to influence them more when asleep. Sighing, he lifted one of his hands and laid it on her shoulder, intent to calm her nightmares if she should start experiencing them. He knew she was tired for whatever her own trials were, and didn’t need nightmares on top of it. Nightmares would only exhaust her more and leave her more tired than when she went to sleep.
Closing his eyes, he centered himself and extended his senses, allowing himself to fall into a light meditation. He would let nothing hurt her under his watches. He tried his best not to lie and would let nothing make a liar out of him. As the Republic of Turkey and as the Ottoman Empire, he always kept to his word; what he said is what he meant. He did have pride in himself. With a sigh, he opened his eyes again in the darkness and thought of the manor. Would it start to affect him eventually? He wasn’t a nice person when he was the Ottoman Empire, he had enjoyed it and been happy with his actions then. He did what he thought he had to do. He didn’t have much mercy for fools. His actions spoke loudly. He only hopped that if it did start to mess with his mind, he could see it before he did too much damage.
With a deep breath, he looked back down at the girl next to him and smiled slightly. She looked so peaceful and innocent in her sleep, and he was glad that they could all look innocent at sometime. None of them were innocent of anything . He hoped this sleep helped bring her closer back to what she was before this damn place got a hold of them.
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Post by Mexico on Nov 5, 2012 21:03:20 GMT -6
"¿Dónde has estado? Te hemos estado esperando." Her boss asked impatiently, as he stood behind his desk. He looked at her expectantly, waiting for a response. Mexico didn't know what day it was, how long she had been gone, or even what to answer him. Up to what extent would he believe her? She knew lying would be inappropriate, even though she could make her lies sound believable, but if she told the truth it would seem like she was making fun of him. And given her unannounced leave of absence, she really couldn't afford to be on worst terms with her boss than she already experienced.
"Lo siento. Las otras naciones y yo nos encontramos en un predicamento que nos tomo tiempo resolver." Not a lie, but not entirely the truth. Her boss looked at her, trying to study her expression but failing in doing so. She wanted him to believe what she told her, and that's what he did. "Esta bien. Bueno, ya que estas de vuelta, tienes papeleo que llenar." Mexico sighed as she turned around to proceed to her own desk. She had escaped the Manor a few days ago, she had finally touched her ground a couple days later. But it all seemed like a lifetime ago. In that place, it seemed that the hope of escaping was next to none. She had experienced terrors that were incomparable to any war she had fought. That Manor had fought inside of their heads, taunting them, draining them out of their sanity, until they were begging for the sweet relief of Death. Her deepest regret was falling victim to that state of mind.
When she arrived at her office, she found a ton of paperwork on top of her desk. But she didn't mind. She could spend all the time in the world filling it out, if it meant to hide a little from the outside world. She figured it was understandable if she didn't talk to the other nations for a while. Or at least until she can get away with it. She took a pen out and started filling them until-
Mexico slowly opened her eyes. She laid on her side, with her arms as a pillow. Her head had ceased to hurt in such a throbbing way. She was peaceful and rested, in a manner that can only be accomplished by sleeping in. The girl looked around, her eyes adjusting to the light, or the lack thereof. She was unsure of where she was. This place did not resemble her home or her land in any way. It was cold and humid, like dungeons or a basement. The air around smelled like Death, like there was nothing but souls roaming around. Then it hit her. She was still inside the Manor. She was still trapped. Her dream had only been a dream. Mexico sighed as she sat up. She yawned as she got used to being awake.
The girl turned around, remembering how she had gotten there. She found Turkey next to her. She smiled. He had kept his promise. "Hola,"[/color] She said softly. "How long was I asleep?[/color] The girl wondered what had happened while she had been unconscious, if Turkey had been sitting next to her the whole time or if he had had any trouble with the monsters that reigned the place.
----- Spanish Translations: "¿Dónde has estado? Te hemos estado esperando." Where you been? We've been waiting for you.
"Lo siento. Las otras naciones y yo nos encontramos en un predicamento que nos tomo tiempo resolver." I'm sorry. The other nations and myself had a little predicament that required all our attention.
"Esta bien. Bueno, ya que estas de vuelta, tienes papeleo que llenar." Very well. While you're here, though, there's a bunch of paperwork you need to fill out.
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Post by Turkey on Nov 17, 2012 13:49:03 GMT -6
Feeling the girl next to him rouse to wakefulness and move, Sadiq pull himself back to the present and sped up breathing to its normal awake pace and sighed as his oxygen level increased. Opening his eyes, he blinked, seeing nothing. That was not a surprise to him. He had seen nothing before the woman beside him went to sleep, so it was only natural for him to see nothing now. Standing up and stretching out his muscles that had been immobile for a while, he winced as a few of them pulled and a few joints cracked. Immobility and cold was not going for joint movement.
Turning around, Sadiq shrugged at the question. He had no idea how much timed had past. Ever since the axe and fallen and the place had descended into madness, his internal clock was unreliable. The only things he could use to tell time was when he felt hungry or tired. He didn’t have daylight to make the hour or a watch or anything else. “I have no idea, I used the time to meditate, so it could have been twenty minutes, to an hour or so. The better question is, how are you doing?” That indeed was the question. If it turned out it hadn’t helped her at all, then it was just a bunch of wasted time they could have been using to try and find their way out of the basement and figuring out how to get out of the manor and the manor grounds and back to their lives. Forget this traumatic incident ever took place and wipe it from their minds.
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Post by Mexico on Nov 28, 2012 18:32:33 GMT -6
Mexico didn't know how she felt. At first she didn't feel anything. A gentle coat of numbness. But then her sensibility grew stronger and what seemed like a hole of emptiness within her heart began to seem like calm and relaxing piece of hope. It was not the hope she was used to or the one everybody knew. It was the hope that raised after being buried so far deep in the ground. It was that small light that appeared at the end of the tunnel, so distinguishable when everything else is dark. It was hope after being hopeless.
Ana María took a deep breath. Her eyes adjusted perfectly to the darkness. She sat still for a moment, taking in her surroundings, understanding what she was, where she was, and who she was with. Just when she became one with her environment, when she fitted with the situation, did she turn to face at the man. He was a man. He was a human being who was stuck in the same painful place as she. A man who knew, or could understand what was going on inside her head. Sometimes when we lose our small ounces of hope, we forget that there's someone out there who knows, who feels the same way we do. We're never alone. Not really, not entirely. Each and everyone of us knows pain. We have seen it and we have lived it. They are the small battles that take the best of us. Battles we call our own.
Mexico had forgotten that there were other nations who felt as desperate and helpless as she did. It seemed as though she was alone in her own battle of emotions, without a single soul to talk to. She had forgotten there were people around her. The girl couldn't pretend that sleep had made her completely better. She couldn't pretend it had fixed her. But it was a start. Because she didn't feel as confused or as troubled as before. She didn't feel threatened and under pressure. She had some time to understand her decisions and act with a bit of sanity and common sense.
Ana María smiled at Turkey. It wasn't a smile of profound joy, the kind that blindside you on the morning of some everyday Tuesday. It was a thankful smile, a truthful smile, that could only mean that she owed him in a way he couldn't possibly grasp. Perhaps his idea had incited her to take things more calmly and realize that the only way to win this battle was with a clever and heartfelt strategy. "I'm doing better. Gracias."[/color] She said in a voice that was entirely her own. It was soft and delicate. She didn't not shout or yell as she was used to. She refrained from being loud and at times, obnoxious. It was a peaceful sound, music of her voice. "I also want to say lo siento. I was rude to you and it wasn't you fault. I'm sorry."[/color]
Mexico tugged at the ends of her hair. She let her fingers brush through it and began to tie it up in a long braid. She loved making braids and placing tricolor ribbons at the end. The girl couldn't remember who taught her to do it. Maybe watching a woman with her child. Or maybe it had been España. She didn't doubt the man to have a feminine side. Ana María sighed. She even missed the spaniard and his annoying tomatoes.
"I never got to ask you what you came as for the costume party. I guess after everything went wrong, none of us got a chance to really enjoy ourselves as it we were supposed to. Dios, I wonder if América ever thought this would happen. As much as I would like to blame him for everything, it must be hard to think that this happen because of him."[/color] Mexico sighed as she placed her knees closer to her chest. She couldn't see much in the dark and wondered what had been of her candle. It had probably fallen when she decided to go berserk.
"What do you miss more about your home Turquía? I miss the sand, the ocean waves caressing my toes. The ocean is my favorite place in the world."[/color] Mexico could imagine sitting at the edge of her country. The outermost part of the Yucatán Peninsula was absolutely beautiful. Few people went there. It was still untouched by urbanization and surrounded by the beautiful Caribbean Sea. The sea of many colors. Ana María would love to be there; if only for a moment. Just to see it again.
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Post by Turkey on Dec 31, 2012 1:46:14 GMT -6
A peaceful calm had settled over him during his meditations, calming any part of him that had been slipping out of his control. Meditation helped him a lot when he felt like he was losing a grip on things, too much was getting past his metal defenses. Sadiq was reminded of what was important to him and what was trivial. The trivial things were pushed aside, figured out or just ignored. The important things he kept; allowed to settle into this overall consciousness and processed. Know yourself before you know others.
Feeling a movement under his hand, he brought himself slowly to consciousness. It was odd feeling his hand fall from her shoulder with no control over it, just felt it land heavily on the makeshift bed. He had no control of his body when meditating. It was just a shell, a bag of bones, a dead weight. It was the soul that lived when the body died, or so many religions believed. Personally he tried not to get into all that philosophical stuff for countries such as Greece with a long history of it. Sadiq would just stick with what he knew.
This was all before while he was still meditating, before he had managed to bring himself out of the trance and speak to her some. Seeing the warm smile on her face at the greeting, he couldn’t help but smile back. It seemed like she was feeling better if that one look alone was anything to go by. He could tell a lot by body language when he actually tried, and the rest seemed to have done her wonders. Quickly adjusting his position, he felt his head swim a bit. Blinking, the feeling left just as quickly as it had come. He had moved too quickly after being stationary too long.
"I'm doing better. Gracias."
Hearing her response, he nodded and looked around, glad that now one had bothered them. The slight nod made something in him feel…..off? But he ignored it. It was just the cold and creepiness of this place getting to him. The sound of her voice was gentle on his ears and soothing. He felt tired suddenly when he didn’t before, but perhaps that wasn’t such a shocker. It was cold and there was no noise, only their thoughts and words to keep them company.
”It is good that…you’re feeling better. I had hoped that would help. And don’t worry about it, the mind does strange things when…..when you’re tired. ”
Reaching up, he rubbed the side of his head and listened to her. What was going on? Everything was fine a few minutes ago…was his own lack of sleep catching up with him now?
“My costume? I’m something known as Zorro. I googled man with a mask and came up with this and the Phantom of the Opera; the Phantom was too obvious, so I went with Zorro.” Stretching his arms out behind him and leaning on them on the makeshift bed, he balanced himself like that while thinking the rest of her question. “I don’t think he did, least I hope not. He tries to make things scary from what I know, but he hates being scared I believe. He wouldn’t lock himself in here if he knew it would. That would be purely stupid on his part.”
Staring at empty blackness seemed to be the only thing they could do here, and that was really boring and wasn’t any fun. Sadiq supposed he was staring at what should be the ceiling, but there was nothing to see, no light to see by. Light, how odd a thing light was. Humans thought they had conquered the fear of the dark, but they were wrong; look at all the lights that they used to light up the night, almost enough to make it bright as day at midnight. He normally wasn’t afraid of the dark, why be afraid when you were the Personification of your Nation and could heal from anything? Now was different. He wasn’t an immortal Personification; he was as mortal as his citizens. He let his thoughts go off on this trail for a few minutes before he realized he only heard about half the question. Hopefully he could answer and not show that he had spaced out on her.
“Hmm…. I miss the Aegean Sea. The sound of the waves is comforting to me. I hate being landlocked here for too long. That and all the different people. The Sea and…. being sociable with my people and the tourist. I like to be social, get out and about, lead tours, eat wonderful food. I hate being stuck in one place too long, it’s maddening.”
He looked at her and grinned, feeling another wave of dizziness rush over him. It felt like the inside of his head was moving on his own without his skull moving too. It was an odd feeling, one he didn’t remember feeling before. This feeling scared him. Why here, why now.
“Are you shaking the bed by any chance?”
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Post by Mexico on Jan 4, 2013 18:11:10 GMT -6
When was the last time she had been there? Ana María tried to recall. She tried to remember what it felt to have water over her body, the sand rubbing off and itching. She missed the heat, the sun over her chocolate eyes that made her pupils shrink at the intensity of the light. Sun bathing was among her favorite things to do. She could lay on the beach for hours and never worry about getting burned. The girl did not mind it, even when temperatures raised above crazy. Her skin was the color of the sun, a gentle tan, almost toast. It was a part of her. The beach was a part of her. Ana María tried to recall. Wonder about what kind of tourists from all over the world had settle to gaze in wonder at her land. She tried to imagine her faces, their colors, what they spoke and how they spoke it.
Ana María always enjoyed visiting tourist sites and giving a free tour every once in a while. It made her feel a part of something greater, despite the obvious fact that she indeed was. It also gave her a sense of amusement. How easily it was to fool others, without a clue that she was the embodiment of a nation. A nation and not just human. Ana María cling to that thought as rose thorns on skin. It was a vital thought. She sang it in her mind from time to time, only when it seemed like it was beginning to drift away. If she thought too much about it would be stressful. And right now she needed peace, even if it wasn't peace from the outside, but peace inside her.
Mexico turned to look the way she thought she had come from. The basement was not probably the best place to be in, especially since it was dark and mysterious. Oh how she would've loved this small piece of mystery. Ana María loved adventure, but she also loved being safe. Would she trade one for the other? She didn't know. She had never had to choose. Until now, and after all she had been through she chose safety, even when the other path, the path left undiscovered, was so inviting, so intriguing. It was the ultimate tunnel for those who loved a good mystery.
"It is good that…you're feeling better. I had hoped that would help. And don't worry about it, the mind does strange things when…..when you're tired."
And when you're hungry, and thirsty, and alone. The mind works in ways that can be barely understood in conscience. Ana María rarely ever looked for an explanation as to why she was feeling the way she did or why did those thoughts ventured her mind. She didn't need an explanation; it was just the way it was, and most of the time she went right along with it. Maybe it was an unspeakable fear of realizing what went on inside her head. She was aware of the fact that what she displayed for the outside world to see was not the same as what her heart held. Inside a body that resides a weak heart. But she could never imagine just how deep the meaning went. The girl wasn't about to psychoanalyze herself, but it was something that kept her interested. Maybe it was something she needed to learn from this place. Know herself better.
"My costume? I'm something known as Zorro. I googled man with a mask and came up with this and the Phantom of the Opera; the Phantom was too obvious, so I went with Zorro. I don't think he did, least I hope not. He tries to make things scary from what I know, but he hates being scared I believe. He wouldn't lock himself in here if he knew it would. That would be purely stupid on his part."
Mexico chuckled, but she was sure her expression could not be seen in the dark. Yes, it was a well-known fact that her northern neighbor hated to feel scared, or taunted, or hopeless. It was something she took as an advantage, as most of her children legends were made up to scare him. The girl did not hate him, not one bit. Did she resented him? Sometimes, but mostly she did it out of boredom and lack of anything better to do. Because scarring the guy was the most hilarious thing to do. But now it all seemed so silly and quite honestly cruel. Mexico did not get scared easily, but she hated feeling vulnerable, a feeling associated with fear. She could understand. Perhaps lesson number two, respect for one another. Hmm, thinking of all this as a lesson was better than to think about it as punishment or death trap. She still held a small amount of optimism, of hope, think about the positive side of it. She didn't have to, but she did, and there was strength in that.
"Hmm…. I miss the Aegean Sea. The sound of the waves is comforting to me. I hate being landlocked here for too long. That and all the different people. The Sea and…. being sociable with my people and the tourist. I like to be social, get out and about, lead tours, eat wonderful food. I hate being stuck in one place too long, it's maddening."
She was the one that smiled now. She could picture it and the image was inviting and pleasing. Maybe that was the way to get through this. Small pieces of hope each day. Imagining the perfect scenario. Ana María wanted to see it again. Feel the ocean waves on her feet, the heat. It was enough to try harder. Or, in simple terms, just try.
"I've wondered Turkey, your mask. Why do you always wear it? Why not take it off? In all the time I've known you, I don't think I have ever seen the color of your eyes."
They would be a light color, she imagined. A soft shade of green, like freshly cut grass. Maybe grass after it has burned with the sun, that greenish color with several traces of brown. He didn't seem one to have blue eyes, but it would be mystical if he had. Something prominent about him that no one expected. Or, he could have brown eyes, like hers. Brown eyes different but so much like hers. It would be nice.
"Are you shaking the bed by any chance?"
Very nice. Really nice in fact.
What? Ana María turned to look at Turkey, completely taken aback by his question, snapped back to reality for the second in which his voice reached her brain. Shaking? Shaking, no. The bed? She turned to look down at the attempt of bed and frowned. She touched the blankets with her fingers, the cold floor underneath. The girl turned to look at the man with confusion and slight fear. What was he talking about? She stood still for a moment. Very, very still, to see if she could feel anything out of the ordinary. For several seconds she waited, she even expected it to come, but nothing.
"Turkey? Are you okay? I am not shaking my bed." She slowly crawled towards him, looking for his forehead with her fingers. She tried not to touch him, or at least touch him with as little pressure as she could manage. Mexico placed her hand over his cheeks, over his forehead, trying to see if he was warming up. He wouldn't have said that out of habit or to make conversation. She wondered what had made him say it. All this time she had focused on herself, what she was feeling and not feeling. It never occurred to her that he might also be hurting, and that he had kept silent for her sake.
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Post by Turkey on Jan 10, 2013 16:54:05 GMT -6
He listened to her question and focused on those; the questions were helping him not lose his train of focus and grounded. But this question…. How could he really answer her question of the mask? He has his own reasons, but he’s never shared them with anyone. To him they made sense, but how would someone else understand the reasoning behind his physical mask. Would anyone really understand he wore it protect himself. To keep himself whole. Really, that was all it boiled down to. Keep him whole physically, mentally and spiritually. Even now when he wore it more for habit than anything, he still felt like he needed it. Before this whole mess, only those few close to him would have seen him without it on, for he trusted them absolutely. Though, from what he had seen of this place and its monsters, it would hardly help any more than being a comfort factor; to know he still had something to protect him somehow, even if it was just to prevent damage to his eyes and the area around them.
“My mask…is complicated. There are many reasons I wear it, but they won’t make since to others. The most I can say is I wear it because it is a mask. And it’s comfortable to wear and is a comfort to me. As for my eyes, .They are a brown color, the color of rich chocolate, or at least that’s how they’ve been described to me. I would offer to take it off now for you, for a little bit, but you wouldn’t be able to see my eyes, not in this dark place. Once we get out of here, since you asked, I’ll show you my eye color. Be thankful, you’ll be able to see the scary Sadiq without his mask.” Of course he was grinning during the last part. He knew that not many found him frightening anymore; it was more of a joke with him now. He loved being friendly and joking with people and just being a friend. Helping out the people of his city, playing with the children. Be the uncle to all the kids of Ankara. That’s what he seemed to miss the most.
The woman’s next words penetrated his thoughts and he shook his head, he had spaced out, zoned out in thought over his home. He couldn’t think about it, not now. He needed to focus on getting out of this pit. But before any of that, he needed to answer the question put before him. It was just a bit odd to have hands on his face and head when he couldn’t see the person, thanks to the ever present darkness. “I think…I might have a concussion. It should be alright with time. Just let’s sit here for now and see how it goes yes?”
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Post by Mexico on Jan 12, 2013 19:13:43 GMT -6
Mexico traced with the tips of her fingers the man's features. She touched the edge of the mask and followed the pattern around his eyes. She wanted to take it off, and see passed it. Paint a picture of what she guessed it looked like. Draw along the lines of pain and truth. It's the mask they judge, not the one behind it. She wanted light to shine over their faces, to see in the dark. See despite the shadows that made everything blurry. No ounce of emotion that criticized an action. She wanted to see by herself, without his consent, in a moment of vulnerability when he wasn't watching. Her fingers pressed harder along the edges of his mask. She didn't even know him or knew what secrets he held. It was all a mystery trapped inside this walls.
She did not remove the mask. It wasn't hers to do so. Her fingers lowered along his face. She felt his cheeks, his stubbly chin and then let her own hands fall at the edge on her body. Ana María moved slowly behind to give him his space. She suddenly became painfully aware of her own mask. The one she painted over her face as a costume. It was a funny holiday to take part in. Dress as something you're not. Something that perhaps you wished you looked like. A skin that is not you. She reached over to her cheeks to see if the makeup still hid her features. She had forgotten about it during most of the time in the Manor. There was just a certain number of things to think about when you're running for you life.
The girl took a deep breath. She missed the feeling of fresh air invading her nostrils. She had figured that by now the cold death air that roamed along the armory would have ceased to make its presence known. That she would've gotten used to it. Mexico hated the cold. She tried to not make it bother her that much but that was the extent of her tolerance to it. Maybe outside it was warmer.
"My mask…is complicated. There are many reasons I wear it, but they won't make sense to others. The most I can say is I wear it because it is a mask. And it's comfortable to wear and is a comfort to me. As for my eyes. They are a brown color, the color of rich chocolate, or at least that's how they've been described to me. I would offer to take it off now for you, for a little bit, but you wouldn't be able to see my eyes, not in this dark place. Once we get out of here, since you asked, I'll show you my eye color. Be thankful, you'll be able to see the scary Sadiq without his mask."
Mexico now wished she had taken off his mask. She was sure she would be able to see him even in the darkness. If she stayed close enough as she had been just moments ago. She wondered if the difference would be significant out there. She wouldn't be able to compare though, but something about the Manor made her believe that inside is where true colors fled. Most of them were miserable inside, most of them wanted some comfort and so where to tired to keep up with the appearances they maintained in the outside world.
Something comfortable to wear. Ana María could understand that. She also had in her person something too precious to ever get rid of. Something she should've taken off two hundred years ago, but that somehow always made its way around her neck. Mexico sighed. She understood what it was to feel naked when that one object was missing. Ana María did not comment further on Turkey's mask even when she was beyond curious to search for another explanation to satisfy her need to know those around her. She limited herself to one question. "That is so sweet of you. Brown eyes are gorgeous and I do not think of you as scary. If I may ask, though, who gave your mask to you in the first place? In the sense of, have you always worn it?"[/color]
Mexico really didn't know much about Sadiq. It was getting clearer by the second; and it was bothering her. She didn't hang out much with nations far from her group of latin american cousins and those north of her border. She knew them. She had always known them. From the beginnings when she was merely a colony and had to live under España's house along with everyone else. Besides news travelled fast among the latinos. If she were to tell something to Colombia, Colombia shared it with Ecuador who tells Venezuela, who tells Brazil, who tells Argentina, who shares it with everyone else. Now that she thought about it, they really had no sense to keep secrets. But that was okay. At least Mexico didn't feel like she was missing in on the important stuff much like right now.
But if she knew everything then things would lose that their mystery, and she loved a good mystery.
"I think…I might have a concussion. It should be alright with time. Just let's sit here for now and see how it goes yes?"
Mexico looked at Turkey for a moment with a disapproving look. A concussions could be serious and it wasn't something to take lightly. If he had hit his head then someone should take a look at it, at least just to make sure there was nothing potentially dangerous about it. She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow, thinking about what might happen if Turkey kept on with this. He had asked her if she had been shaking her bed. If he was dizzy then it should be him to lay down.
"I do not think that it is the best idea to stay here if you a... a concussion, but I am not going to force you to do anything. However, if you keep feeling dizzy or your head starts to hurt tell me, then it would be your turn to lay down, at least until it goes away. You don't have to sleep, but I want to make sure you're okay. It is the least I can do."[/color]
Mexico smiled at him, but expressed her concern through her eyes. She was at a debt with him. He had taken care of her, still was really, when she had needed it. The least she could do was do the same. She knew that it wasn't necessary but she felt it like an obligation, something she had to do because she wanted. Loyalty. That was what they needed. Loyalty. Especially in a place like this. It was clear that alone one of them would get out safely. They needed each other. Their strengths and weaknesses.
She really did want to get out of here.
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Post by Turkey on Jan 20, 2013 18:23:04 GMT -6
Feeling her fingers tracing around the edge of his mask and closed his eyes. When was the last time someone touched him like this? The gentle touch seeped into his consciousness and he relaxed. Breathing in and out, he let his thoughts drift. He was tired; perhaps he should try to sleep. He knew he shouldn’t, his paranoia said don’t sleep when you’re not around someone who you don’t know if they will watch your back or not, but he shoved it away. Who was he to not trust this woman when she had placed her life in his hands? He needed to pay trust back with trust.
With a sigh, he felt her hands move to down his face, move across his stubble and then fall. That familiar feeling came back to him, when was the last time that someone had touched his face in such a questioning manor? Trying to trace out the paths that his life had taken him? Finally it came back to him and he turned his head away from the strong woman in front of him, the one that was quick to anger. In some ways, she reminded him of Mama Greece. Then again, what female nation didn’t remind him of her? But this case was more. There was only one other to have traced out his face like that, but even then that was different than this. The fingers had traced almost the exact lines Mama Greece had taken before she had taken off his mask. He didn’t want Mexico to take it off right now, he wanted to hide. Hide his regret, his sadness; hide how much that one act had hurt him. Blinking his eyes, he felt a few tears start to run down his cheeks from the memory. Lifting up one of his hands, he tried to wipe away the traces of where they had fallen before she had a chance to see. He had never told anyone, and didn’t want to. He had promised her he’d never tell. She would always been seen in a positive light as long as he was around.
A shiver went down his back as the memory played out in his head. It was as cold as a grave in the basement. How fitting that he should feel the chill of the grave after all these years. He could only hope that it wasn’t an ill omen of future events. He had to distract himself, not let that memory come back; not here, not where he knew the manor was looking for things to torment the nations with. He registered that she was talking to him again, her voice low and even toned. Did she do it on purpose because she knew his head was trying to do weird things, or was it because of how close they were sitting? It didn’t really matter, but he would try to answer the question to the best of his ability, he felt like it was time he told things. Whether because it was time, or because he knew very well that the manor might do something to him, the more that knew him the better, it could possibly help him later. “That is good to hear, I haven’t tried to actively frighten anyone in decades. And who gave me my mask? A human I was close to when the empire first started. One of the advisors gave it to me. And I’ve worn it since. I grew up with fighting and it was a good strategy to hide your face. Can’t see their face, you can’t tell what their thinking. They are blank to you. These days I mainly wear it because I’m so used to it; it’s odd not to wear it anymore. “
He hoped that answered her question about that, there really wasn’t much more he could say to it. Unless he wanted to admit that while it hid what he was thinking in battle, it also hid when he was sad, mad, upset, any of those emotions from who he didn’t need to know. Very few people had seen him without his mask, and that’s how he planned to keep it.
A wave of dizziness swept over him and he reached down to grip the sides of the bed. He did need to lie down. Reaching out, he patted what he thought was her knee and nodded. “Perhaps I will lay down for a bit. Not to sleep, but just to relax, let things calm down in his mind. ” It was the least he could do to take her up for returning the favor earlier. It would help all of them out in the long run. “You can keep talking to me, I don’t feel like I should actually sleep right now.”
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Post by Mexico on Jan 23, 2013 22:50:58 GMT -6
Mexico almost regretted letting her hands fall from Turkey's face. She had always liked having physical contact with others. It was the way she learned how they were represented to others. It was amazing how much one can learn about the other person by tracing the features of their face, the way their hair falls, the lines over the hands. It wasn't all the story, but it was the beginning. At times, she wondered what would it be like if she could never touch others, never could go back home. It was a sad thought that most often than not drove her to hold on to the person next to her, never letting go. Ana María remembered how she had met Gilbert at the outdoors of this mansion. How it had seemed like an eternity ago when their hands were touching, before inevitably parting separate ways. It was the most reassuring feeling she had felt in that place. Almost as though she was safe, even if just for a moment.
"That is good to hear, I haven't tried to actively frighten anyone in decades. And who gave me my mask? A human I was close to when the empire first started. One of the advisors gave it to me. And I've worn it since. I grew up with fighting and it was a good strategy to hide your face. Can't see their face, you can't tell what their thinking. They are blank to you. These days I mainly wear it because I'm so used to it; it's odd not to wear it anymore."
Humans. They make the best of us. Ana María felt in debt with her people. She seek to treat them to the best of her ability. They were what united the tiny pieces of her heart and kept her together. They were something worth fighting for, worth living for. It is funny how people live by every day without realizing their impact on others. A child handing over a flower might as well change the course of some random stranger's life. Simple, unimportant things can shape lives forever. They are utterly power. And we don't even realize it.
Mexico felt how Turkey reached out and patted her knee. Not being able to see his movement, it came as a surprised to her, for it had been a while since someone granted her that kind of parental affection. It almost got her thinking-
"Perhaps I will lay down for a bit. Not to sleep, but just to relax, let things calm down in his mind. You can keep talking to me, I don’t feel like I should actually sleep right now."
Ana María sighed. She looked down at the floor. Her eyes began to water with tears and this time she was unsure why. She just felt so unsafe here. Having to look out for herself. How she wished there was someone to protect her, even when she had fought for many years to be free of that. She had fought in order to become her own person, to live by what she dictated. She and only she, against the world. Now it seemed like an utterly lonely journey.
"Turquía,"[/color] She began, her voice remaining surprisingly calm. "Did España ever- I mean, I know you interacted at some point. Did he ever, uh, talked, about me?"[/color] Mexico wasn't sure why she had such a hard time asking something so simple. She had never talked about Spain with anyone. Well, anyone outside of her extended family of cousins. It was more of a pride thing. Never letting anyone know that at times she missed him. It was like admitting that, in some ways, she was better off with him. It was a sore spot for her, even if two hundred years had passed. But two hundred years seem enough to change the life of a nation.
"I know he always talked about Italia. I can't blame him. I know I wasn't the easiest person to deal with. Especially since his teachings were so different from anything else I had ever experienced. I-"[/color] Mexico looked up to try and meet Turkey's eyes, even when the darkness of the place limited her. He was right, with his mask it was hard to see what he was thinking, and she so desperately wanted to know what he was thinking. Her hands reached to grab what was hanging around her neck. It was a gold cross with a tiny ruby placed in the middle. It had been a gift from him when he had made her get rid of the one she had made for herself.
"I have a mask too. Well, not a mask, but something I never take off. It was a gift. España gave it to me when he converted me into Catholicism. I should have taken it off centuries ago, but somehow I never did."[/color] She had wanted to, but something so precious, with so much meaning just never found it's way to rest in some place that wasn't her neck. At times she feared of what would happen if she was without it. She couldn't remember much of her life before him, and perhaps taking it off would make her forget. She really didn't want to forget. It was a part of her.
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Post by Turkey on Feb 7, 2013 10:26:01 GMT -6
Lying down on the makeshift bed, he found out how truly uncomfortable the thing was. Springs poked out from every which way they could, and the sheets smelled of the darkness and decay that lingered in this hell hole. It was amazing that Mexico had actually been able to sleep on it; but then again, when someone is tired enough, they can sleep through anything or anywhere. Trying to make himself as comfortable as he could, he rested his head on her leg, hoping she wouldn’t mind being his impromptu pillow.
Hearing her question, he could only sigh in response. How could he answer that? Most of their talk anymore was just business, but back in the day, "I'm sorry. We mainly talk about business, and even way back when, there were no talks about anything not related to war or the like. He only talked about Romano to me when I attempted to kidnap the little chibi. Or when he held me captive on one of his Armada ships, he only came to gloat of how he caught the Great Ottoman Empire. But no, he never mentioned you."
Reaching a hand up to pat the leg he was resting his hand on, he sighed. Sadiq knew that admission wouldn't help her. His only hope was that being honest would help her now. Truth was, the original Spanish nation could have avoided talking about her so Sadiq himself wouldn't take interest; after all, he had already tried to take the southern Italian from the protection of Spain; what was to guarantee he wouldn't have tried the same with her if he had learned of the New World when he was at full power. Though he might not have, he was busy trying to take over Europe at the time after all.
"Masks are something I'm very familiar with my child. I've lived with one for long enough. I am not surprised to hear you have a mask to hide behind; we all do, some are just more physical than others. Take Feliciano for example. He's not the fool of a Nation others believe him to be. Back in the day he was batshit crazy, and smart. He was one of only a few to defeat me and as a child no less. Feliciano is still smart, it takes a lot of calculation to be seen the way he is. Never underestimate him. Never take masks for granted. Also with you necklace, don't take it off until you feel comfortable doing so. There is nothing worse than being mask less when you need to hide behind it. The time will eventually come when you will take off your mask, and all will be fine."
Blinking his eyes open, he sighed. He had closed his eyes at some point. Though he found he really didn’t care. Closing his eyes again, it was all the same shade of darkness. It didn’t matter in the long run if his eyes were open or closed.
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Post by Mexico on Feb 9, 2013 19:50:24 GMT -6
Her fingers traced the patterns carved in the thin gold that formed the cross. It was almost five hundred years old that tiny thing. But it still possessed the clarity, the brightness of something new. It was her own treasure, because this had been the cause of so many fights in the past. How can something so little cause so much pain? It is the meaning we give to the object, rather than the object itself that causes memories to flow all around our minds. Some of which we thought we had already forgotten.
Mexico watched Turkey. She could see the outline of his body resting and was glad that he was at peace. People feel things differently than her, and she could only imagine what sort of internal struggles he was dealing with. She looked up at the ceiling, or what she imagined was the ceiling, and imagined how bright were the stars shinning outside, away from this walls. She tried to understand what was about this place that drew such painful memories to each person that inhabited it. The question of survival was clear. Everything was pretty much trying to kill them, but this wasn't the first time they were on battle. During war it was clear there was the possibility of defeat, and defeat in the most inevitable of ways, but that didn't imply that the nations, or people fighting, were battling internal emotions at the same time.
There was something dark in here. Like magic. Ana María wasn't overly superstitious. She didn't believe in black cats or Friday the 13th. She did believe though, in her own legends. The ones that had persisted throughout her culture for years. And her attribute and celebration of Death made the clear assumption that she indeed believed in spirits. Not the type of cliché ghosts that one can see in American movies, but the real kind. The spirits that visit every year on November 1st and 2nd. It wasn't magic exactly, but it was something supernatural. Just like inside this mansion. Ana María still believed in her plan. Once finding the weak spot of the Manor they would be at an advantage. There had to be a way out. There also had to be a reason they were trapped. A reason why this place existed as it was.
"I'm sorry. We mainly talk about business, and even way back when, there were no talks about anything not related to war or the like. He only talked about Romano to me when I attempted to kidnap the little chibi. Or when he held me captive on one of his Armada ships, he only came to gloat of how he caught the Great Ottoman Empire. But no, he never mentioned you."
Mexico turned her attention back to Turkey and listened with a small smile how her hopes were smoothly disproven. Of course Spain wouldn't talk about his colonies outside Europe, why would he? In all reason, it made sense. It was a conquest of the New World, meaning not everyone knew it existed. And keeping that knowledge to a selected few greatly improved the chances of few battles for territory. In a way it was protection, but at the same time, her human side that thought with her heart couldn't help but feel hurt.
It was a silly feeling of abandonment. A grown woman shouldn't have that insecurity, especially not a country who was anything but alone. But every once in a while the girl shows up, and the girl feels a small bitter taste of not being the favorite colony. The same thing works with siblings. They fight each other restlessly to see who is the best, to see who is liked more. It stings when the parent just talks about one, praises one and seems to care for one. Mexico sighed. But she was New Spain, Nueva España and what greater honor than to be named after the parent. Except, it had all happen so long ago that it seemed meaningless now.
Ana María didn't say anything, she just nodded. In all reality she had no words that could describe how that answer disappointed her and it surely wasn't Turkey's fault, so why should he endure the sadness of her reply. So she just kept silent, and watched as he rested his head on her lap. It was a gesture that surprised her but a gesture that made her feel more at ease. It seemed that her confidence, her sense of security, was coming back, little by little, one small gesture at a time. Her hand found its way to his dark hair and she brushed it with her fingers in small motions. She liked playing with other people's hair, it made them calm, sometimes it even made them fall asleep.
"Masks are something I'm very familiar with my child. I've lived with one for long enough. I am not surprised to hear you have a mask to hide behind; we all do, some are just more physical than others. Take Feliciano for example. He's not the fool of a Nation others believe him to be. Back in the day he was batshit crazy, and smart. He was one of only a few to defeat me and as a child no less. Feliciano is still smart, it takes a lot of calculation to be seen the way he is. Never underestimate him. Never take masks for granted. Also with you necklace, don't take it off until you feel comfortable doing so. There is nothing worse than being mask less when you need to hide behind it. The time will eventually come when you will take off your mask, and all will be fine."
Marks are the only thing that are entirely our own. We shape them and we create them. And if we get really good at it, we can make people believe only what the masks show. Sometimes to such extent that we ourselves end up believing it. Mexico sighed once more and offered him a smile, even though she knew he may not see it in the darkness. She understood what he meant. Mexico knew that there was more to people than it met the eye, knew that even the foolish of nations had their reasons to be that way. It was something she knew, but not something she had thought about until now. "Turkey, how ever did you get so wise?"[/color] And that was the only thing she said.
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Post by Turkey on Mar 8, 2013 0:34:19 GMT -6
With a content sigh, he felt himself relax more and a yawn was pulled from him. Lying there, he could hear his own heart beating in his ears with how quiet it was. He wasn’t use to the quiet; there was always some noise around him. Bright, cheerful music that he couldn’t help but dance to, the chatter of nations droning in the background, or even the way his citizens spoke was a constant sound to him, one that was the constant white noise that one is always thinking with, that helps him focus. He missed being around Ankara with his citizens. He wanted to be back there with them, playing futbol or showing some of the tourists around. A nice cup of coffee in a local café with some of the older gentlemen while smoking a hookah, telling stories to pass the time. Or even listening to the older stores that he had heard a million times, but always sounded new each time he heard a new person tell them. This is what he missed, the images that were dancing on the edge of his subconscious. He didn’t remember about the war that had been ravaging one of his borders, it didn’t matter. It was the good times that mattered in the end.
Feeling a hand in his hair, he sighed again. When was the last time someone had been this close with him, this comfortable to touch him like this? Perhaps it was one of his old lovers? It didn’t really matter to much, that was in the past and in the past was where things should remain. Learn from the past and leave it there, no need to repeat it and relive those memories. A small thought came to his head and he followed it, who knew, perhaps it could help them all out in some way. The darkness of the night, the darkness of a bird’s wings. This whole thing reminded him of the old story of the Bird of Sorrow. Each time they thought they were going to be happy with something, the bird came and took it away, leaving only more sorrow in its wake. Would this end like the story with a happy ending? Or would this end in sadness and despair? Sadiq knew this was no story they were in, but real life. He knew that every human and Nation faced sorry and joy, for how could one enjoy the happy times without sorrow and sadness there to show you how good joy can be?
“Turkey, how did you get so wise?”
“A wise man to one is a fool to another. I may appear wise to you, but just wait, there are many sides to my personality, and this is only the surface. Once you see more of me, you won’t find me quite so wise. But I thank you for the compliment.”
It was true; the wise man was only one side of his persona….. He couldn’t forget the ass, or the nice guy, the diplomat, the argumentative on, and the one who couldn’t pass a challenge. All of this together came to help make up Sadiq Adnan, the representative of Turkey.
“If you really want to see me not so wise, get me and Herc in the same room and find a way to start an argument, you won’t see a wise man there.” And he chuckled to himself with that thought; he knew it could be quite interesting.
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Why would I want to destroy something I helped build?
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Post by Mexico on Mar 21, 2013 18:12:17 GMT -6
Ana María chuckled, and that chuckle slowly turned into a laughter. This was probably the first time the girl had laughed after this party had turned into a chaotic fight for survival. Her voice sounded a little rusty. She had said so much and yet she felt like she had forgotten how to use the words. Laughter seemed like such a different concept from what she was now getting used to. That thought made her a bit sad. Laughter shouldn't be something unusual or a privilege. There should be laughter in every dark corner, in every isolated place. Maybe that's what this house needed, some life instead of continuos death.
"A wise man to one is a fool to another. I may appear wise to you, but just wait, there are many sides to my personality, and this is only the surface. Once you see more of me, you won't find me quite so wise. But I thank you for the compliment."
"If you really want to see me not so wise, get me and Herc in the same room and find a way to start an argument, you won't see a wise man there."
Ana María was highly amused at that thought. She wasn't one to hang out a lot with the European nations, but she had seem the infamous arguments between the countries of Turkey and Greece. Sometimes they made Mexico laugh, because they could be of such silly things. But others they weren't too fun to watch. However, despite what seemed like a mutual dislike, Ana María always thought that they never truly wanted to hurt the other. It was a rivalry but there was never any true intentions of destroying the other.
She kept playing with the stands of his hair, making small braids with the bits that were long enough. Her laughter had slowed and was now resting into a smile on her face. That smile felt to good on her skin. It was like greeting an old friend. Even if the thoughts of bitterness and sadness kept wanting to creep their way back in, Ana María enjoyed that moment when nothing seemed to matter. This was the moment when her soul felt like that of a teenager without worries. She felt young and that wasn't a feeling she got to experience much in the Manor.
As time passed the girl looked at her surroundings and frowned. There was no use in staying here. This was clearly not the exit. If she wanted to get out she would have to stand up and try harder. Maybe she could draw up a map and draw the places she had been to and how big she thought the Manor was, then figure out a way around it. It was all in the strategy, or so she hoped to think. Ana María kissed Turkey's cheek and stood up. She brushed the dust away from her dress, reminding herself of the parts that she would have to stitch again when she got home. She took Turkey's hand and wrapped her fingers around his.
"Come on. Let's get out of here."[/color] She said as she turned to look at the place she had come from. Even though it was dark she still felt like she could find the door that lead to this part of the basement. It was a small ounce of hope, but it was hope nonetheless.
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