|
Post by lithuania on Feb 21, 2013 19:46:05 GMT -6
The large door welcomed him into the hallway as he made his way with cautious steps further into this maze of corridors. It was a welcome sight too after hallway number...the number wiggled free from his thought leaving Toris unable to remember where he'd reached in counting. That long stretch of corridor ahead looked almost the same having no features setting it's identity apart from the last one since the blood splatters under the carpets and claw marks looked familiar wherever he went now. I've seen so many blood trails and clawed walls that I can't even tell them apart anymore. Wasn't that scratch in a few hallways back from here? His eyes went toward the scratch that he'd walked beside, passing it without pause then reached the door in another few paces from there.
Mace raised, Toris opened the door a crack and peered inside. The interior was large for what the room obviously was with cupboards, refrigerator, table and space for cooking but he knew what it was. A...a what? What was the word for the place where food gets cooked? After that walk I'm too worn out to focus. Beyond the door looked empty, there was nothing moving or shapes he didn't recognize that might've tried coming after him if he came inside. Eating some food should help me keep going.
He slid through the doorway and shut it behind him. Though he paused, sweeping his gaze over the kitchen once more and saw that everything looked the same as it did from outside of the room, he headed straight for the refrigerator, then the cupboards soon after. Opening the first one he looked inside, looked at the several jars lining the shelves, each one filled with jam or something of that variety but he shut the cupboard after just looking. I'll see what I have to work with first. He went on to the next cupboard rummaging about in another one before moving on, as he opened the third he stopped, just peering at the tin shoved into the corner. "Is that...actually coffee?"
It sat there tempting him to reach in for it. Blinking, the tin never changed, it took another few seconds for him to reach out accepting he wasn't hallucinating from exhaustion and pulled the tin from the shelf. I'll get this brewing while I look at what food I can use. It took a few minute for him to get the coffee started brewing but once started he went back searching the the food supplies in the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder every few minutes, nervously but the smell of coffee brewing trickled in the air by the time he closed the last cupboard. "It looks like Kopustu Sriuba* can work."
*Kopustu Sriuba is a Lithuanian Cabbage Soup.
|
|
|
Post by America on Apr 5, 2013 19:25:08 GMT -6
Coming to this mansion was an absolutely horrible idea, and now they were trapped. Alfred wanted to find whoever was responsible and give them a piece of his mind!
...oh, right, it was his idea.
Alfred could not be more grateful for his choice of costume. It was only on a whim that he decided to dress up like he did in the old west (with a pistol to boot), and now he wasn't regretting it in the least. Even as he navigated the halls, Alfred kept his hand on said pistol, ready to pull it out and fire at a moment's notice. He didn't know what could jump out at him in this manor, and he wanted to be prepared - lest he end up as demon bait.
Speaking of food, Alfred's stomach let out a rumble. He was hungry, yet it was hard to find any sustenance in the manor. It was hard to find much of anything in the manor. He did NOT like it here, yet he had no choice but to stick around. Even if he and only he had the chance to leave, he wouldn't. There were too many people still in the manor that he cared about. He wouldn't leave without them.
Which meant he was in here for the long haul.
As he continued walking, a peculiar yet familiar scent hit his nostrils, immediately drawing his attention to the next set of doors he was about to walk past. He sniffed the air once more. Yes, the smell was stronger coming from here. Coffee, his favorite warm beverage, and it would really hit the spot just about now, and if he wasn't mistaken, that was coffee that he smelled on the other side of the door!
Alfred slid open the door, tightening the grip on his pistol just in case it was a trap. It didn't appear that way, however - Instead, Alfred saw yet another familiar sight. He grinned as he slid the door closed behind him, letting out a small sigh of relief as he took his hand off of the pistol within the holster on his belt. "Hey Toris! Man, you don't know how happy I am to see you!" He'd certainly welcome an old friend over some sort of manor inhabitant setting a trap for him! "So, am I hallucinating, or is that really coffee I smell?" Alfred sniffed at the air once more, eyes sweeping the kitchen. If the coffee was real, maybe there was real food in the kitchen as well? A nation could only hope.
|
|
|
Post by lithuania on Apr 7, 2013 11:46:25 GMT -6
Toris moved from that last cupboard and, heading toward where he'd found several pots during his earlier search, stopped before he could've gotten something out. The knowledge he hadn't looked around recently made him pause, his gaze that'd started its sweep across the room was drawn instead onto the kitchen door as it closed. It hammered home the realization that someone/something, besides him, was present. Not even getting his mace halfway raised, he faced that person with green eyes widening somewhat from the recognition that flared upon them noticing Mr. Alfred's familiar grin. For one moment, before relief crashed over him, Toris mentally reminded himself that he should've known the American would've been fine.
That sheer wave of relief drowned out his exhaustion somewhat.
"Hey Toris! Man, you don't know how happy I am to see you!" A smile, rather wane given their overall situation, tugged the corners of his mouth upward after he'd heard that relieved greeting. Still that was the first smile that'd spread across his face since coming to the Manor. "So, am I hallucinating, or is that really coffee I smell?" Though he couldn't have forgotten about the coffee, the scent it produced filling the kitchen, but it sure took second place until this moment when America mentioned it.
His voice sounded rather warm because the American's presence struck him as seeming more welcome than most, make that almost all, other Nations. "Mr. Alfred! You're not hallucinating, not from what I can tell, but if anywhere could make someone hallucinate it'd most likely have been this place. If it can't, then wherever can must be worse than here... Thoughts, lodging themselves into his head, considered what could've been worse than being trapped with an unknown number of monsters. The pressure from those thoughts made his smile waver, a sure outward sign he wasn't abandoning the issue right away. Instead, Toris pressed forward with another comment, falling back onto the comfort he normally gained from serving someone else. The coffee shouldn't take longer than another minute, especially since it really seems that I didn't hallucinate having found it. I did notice some mugs when looking through the cupboards earlier so I'll see whether I can remember where I found them."
After one more glance toward Mr. Alfred, assuring himself he hadn't been premature with his earlier relief, then Toris faced the cupboards remaining where he stood otherwise. "It's great seeing you too, though." Were there monsters around every corner it still wouldn't have made everything worse, that, at least, would've been predictable. But I would've likely not survived this long.
He opened the cupboard that he'd been standing beside, although not seeing the mugs, he reached inside and withdrew the pot necessary for preparing the soup. Setting that aside where he could easily reach it once the coffee was done, he moved toward the next cupboard that he recalled as having some dishes inside. The dress he'd worn as a costume seemed more weird than before, it changed the speed he normal could've moved around within a kitchen.
|
|
|
Post by America on Apr 7, 2013 22:24:23 GMT -6
Alfred, too, was feeling the effects of the manor on his mood. The difference between him and most others was that he was determined to try to keep things as upbeat as possible (at least on the outside). It would only make it harder to get through each day if they allowed the full gravity of their situation to sink in.
Hence how he was able to flash one of his trademark grins at Toris despite the situation. He might have felt nervous and out of sorts, but if he showed Toris that it would snowball. If he acted like he usually did, however, it might reassure those around him that not all hope was lost. It worked for him in the past, he just hoped it would work now. Because hope wasn't lost until everyone gave up, and if everyone gave up, they'd be trapped forever in despair - just what the denizens of the manor wanted.
And Alfred didn't fancy being demon food. If he was gonna go out, he was gonna go out kicking and screaming and giving them one hell of a time.
"The coffee shouldn't take longer than another minute, especially since it really seems that I didn't hallucinate having found it. I did notice some mugs when looking through the cupboards earlier so I'll see whether I can remember where I found them."
Alfred chuckled. "Glad to hear, I've missed coffee. I just hope when we leave this room it doesn't end up vanishing into the abyss." He heard that some rooms in the manor did that. It wasn't something that he wanted to test out personally. It would be nice to have some place to go for food and drink as well. That said, if it was in reach at all times, that meant it would also be in reach for the monsters in the manor as well...Alfred wasn't sure what to think about that.
The blond's eyes widened slightly when he saw Toris retrieving a pot from the cupboard, his tongue darting out and licking his lips. "Did you happen to find food in here too? Because that would really hit the spot right about now." Coffee and a meal? It felt as though he'd reached the oasis in the middle of a treacherous desert! He knew he'd have to leave it eventually to get to his intended destination, but for now he decided to bask in the shade for a while. Coffee, good food, and most importantly, good company. It was an occasion he figured would be increasingly rare in the coming days.
|
|
|
Post by lithuania on Apr 9, 2013 20:36:56 GMT -6
I don't know how well I could've survived even one corner if there was monsters around every corner. It would make a mess though...
Further calculation about his chance of survival under those circumstances was interrupted as Alfred's chuckle drew his attention instead. "Glad to hear, I've missed coffee. I just hope when we leave this room it doesn't end up vanishing into the abyss." That mention about rooms vanishing made it clear that Alfred understood their situation, but Toris couldn't miss the positive note present throughout the other Nation's voice. Because the American sounded normal, despite these circumstances, the Lithuanian's expression relaxed somewhat from its slight frown. "Did you happen to find food in here too? Because that would really hit the spot right about now." Once that second comment followed the first, Toris paused beside another cupboard with his full-attention being given toward what'd been said.
From within that next cupboard, Toris removed the mugs they needed for their coffee and shut the cupboard door once he had them. Toris didn't start toward the coffee until after addressing Alfred. Once speaking those first words he went across the space that separated him from where the coffee was brewing. "Yes, I have. Something around here doesn't want us starving if these cupboards and refrigerator are any indication. I just never found a container portable enough for," a yawn smothered his words, making what he'd been saying be lost under the exhaustion that was slowly enveloping him once more.
"I'm sorry...it's been sometime since I've found anywhere that I could sleep. Is there anything besides the coffee that you would like me to make for you, Mr. Alfred?" He tossed another glance toward the American, the expression across his face seeming rather apologetic once he finished that explanation and question. Just having someone around that he trusted made him feel safer. A rather noticeable safer when compared with before Alfred's arrival, driving the gloom, which seemed commonplace within the Manor, further back. Mr. Alfred does have that affect and I can do something other than walk through endless corridors now. That helps too unless there's some monster now waiting outside the kitchen door, I should worry more about that. His attention, too unfocused for continuing that line of thought, went onto the coffeemaker with its design more typical of the earliest ones made.
Toris set their mugs down and grasped said coffee pot's handle, pouring its dark contents into each mug until no more than one inch remained. The heat and rich scents wafted into his face. Lowering that container, now much lighter since he'd almost emptied it, he returned it back where it'd came from then closed his hands around the mugs instead. Because he didn't feel awake enough for rushing, he carried those mugs rather carefully back toward where Alfred waited. "They're ready. Which mug do you want?"
|
|
|
Post by America on Apr 11, 2013 11:37:18 GMT -6
"Something around here doesn't want us starving if these cupboards and refrigerator are any indication."
Alfred's eyes widened slightly as Toris mentioned the cupboards and refrigerator. "Somehow that doesn't surprise me." The blond stated with a wry grin. "It's like Hansel and Gretel. They want us well fed before they attack us." Only instead of just one witch, there were all sorts of unknown creatures and monsters lurking around the manor. Regardless, Alfred could not help but feel that the food was there for the same sort of ominous purpose. The monsters clearly wanted them alive when they found them, not dead.
Regardless, he tried not to look too bothered. If he looked bothered Toris would look bothered, and he knew that Toris was prone to anxiety enough as it was. He did not want to spur it on even further.
"I'm sorry...it's been sometime since I've found anywhere that I could sleep. Is there anything besides the coffee that you would like me to make for you, Mr. Alfred?"
Alfred shrugged in response. "Whatever you're fixing, just make enough for both of us." He didn't want to ask Toris to make anything special just for him. Were they in other circumstances perhaps, but knowing that the manor was likely taking it's effects on Toris just as much as it was on him or anyone else, he did not want to burden Toris with anything extra.
Besides, he highly doubted that the manor refrigerator was stocked with the ingredients to make a good, homemade hamburger. McDonalds and other fast food burgers were good, but the primary draw for Alfred when it came to fast food burgers was the speed. When it came to taste, he preferred the taste of home cooking instead, and a homemade burger would hit the spot far more than a Big Mac would at this point in time.
Alfred too felt more at ease in Toris' presence. He found that just having someone else around took away from the dreariness of the manor. He watched as Toris came over carrying two mugs of coffee, offering Alfred the first choice. "I'll take this one." Alfred stated, retrieving the mug and bringing it to his lips.
As he drank, he felt the effects almost immediately. The warmth of the beverage was quite welcome, and he took a few more gulps before he set the half full mug down and spoke to Toris once more. "How are things going for you in here? Maybe we should try to stick together if we can. Safety in numbers and all that jazz." Alfred figured it wouldn't be that easy, not if the denizens in the manor had anything to say about it, but it didn't hurt to ask.
|
|