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Post by The First Inhabitant on Aug 23, 2013 23:07:35 GMT -6
It was ever so easy to manipulate these bent and broken Nations to their whims, all it took was a bit of their master’s vast power and they moved how them like pieces on a chessboard. Now for instance was a good example. For their new surprise for them, the Inhabitants needed them to sleep before everything could get set up, so they made it so. They themselves went and knocked out Australia and Vietnam for this little game and brought them to the room. It was a plain, decent sized room that was lined with mirrors with only two chairs that faced away from each other and one lone wall sconce that illuminated only partially illuminated the room. Shadows lined the corners, leaving the nations to wonder just what could be hiding in the room with them, potentially watching everything that took place. Looking at the unconscious nations that were loosely bound to the chairs with their hands tied behind their back, the two skeletal inhabitants, brothers by life and brothers in death, looked at each other and grinned. With a snap of their fingers, an envelope appeared before each of the brothers. Breathing a mist of cold air over the paper, the words appeared. Greetings, Australia/Vietnam,
As you may have noticed, you are trapped in a room with another vermin just like you. For what purpose, you ask? Yes, it’s my pleasure to inform you that you have been lucky enough to be chosen for a very, very special game, along with your little friend over there.
The door to the room is locked, and no amount of force can pry it open. But be not alarmed; there is a key, a key to your salvation. I will even give you a hint, as I believe an insect like you would never figure it out on your own. Vietnam/Australia that other vermin in the room,they know where the key is. All you have to do is ask them. Simple enough for even you to accomplish.
Or is it?
You would do well not to communicate about this letter to them; should you attempt to, you would be faced with an unfortunate, immediate death. And that would bore us immensely.
Oh, and please do try to hurry. We would not want either of you to face the consequences of dilly-dallying.
Good luck, worm The Inhabitants The paper folding and on the outside, readable to only the intended Nation, For Your Eyes Only Australia/Vietnam appeared in neat cursive print. Tucking the letters into each of the Nations clothes, they grinned at each other again. The nations would find them and then the game would commence. Snapping one more time, unearthly music filled the room. ”Think they’ll like our little song Second? “Indeed First, creates the perfect atmosphere.”Vanishing from sight, the brothers muttered a single word simultaneously before they vanished from the room. "Awaken"
((In case it was not clear, both Australia and Vietnam are loosely bound and the letters in their clothing is addressed to them only. The posting order will be Australia and then Vietnam. Responses must be posted within two weeks of the last post or it will be considered a refusal to participate and consequences await. ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 4:40:49 GMT -6
Heavy eyelids struggled to stay open but eventually Australia managed it well enough to clear his vision. The sight of being surrounded by so many people in a deathly silence was enough to enough to kick start the adrenalin and he jumped to his feet wide awake. He hadn’t realised that his wrists were bound until he was upright, and in was only a small amount of agility and a large amount of luck that prevented him from falling face first to the ground. So he was tied to chair then, in a dark room with lots of terrifying mirrors, well wasn’t that just fantastic?
As he worked to steady himself a previously unnoticed white envelope fell out of his jacket and fluttered away from him to the floor. Ah, so this was a game, a sick and twisted kind of game that the Manor was becoming renowned for. Well Kyle really had no choice but to play along, at least for now.
Giving his wrists an experimental wriggle he found that they were in fact not bound very tightly. Once he sat back down he was able to work his hands out of their confines and pocketed the rope for safekeeping. You never knew when rope was going to be useful. (Somewhat) freed at last he made his way over to the envelope to read it.
Greetings, Australia,
As you may have noticed, you are trapped in a room with another vermin just like you. For what purpose, you ask? Yes, it’s my pleasure to inform you that you have been lucky enough to be chosen for a very, very special game, along with your little friend over there.
At the mention of “little friend” Kyle immediately looked around for his koala and realised with a dreadful sinking feeling that Matilda was nowhere to be seen. They must’ve taken her. They’d taken, no, they had stolen her from right under his nose. Kyle’s hands closed into fists as he fought back several choice swearwords. Sure he was mad at the Manor for taking his pet, but he was even more furious at himself for letting them take her so easily.
The door to the room is locked, and no amount of force can pry it open. But be not alarmed; there is a key, a key to your salvation. I will even give you a hint, as I believe an insect like you would never figure it out on your own. Vietnam, that other vermin in the room, they know where the key is. All you have to do is ask them. Simple enough for even you to accomplish.
Or is it?
Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose and frowned in frustration. Of course it was not simple enough! Especially when Vietnam was concerned. Somehow in this place knew precisely how to set him off balance.
You would do well not to communicate about this letter to them; should you attempt to, you would be faced with an unfortunate, immediate death. And that would bore us immensely.
Oh, and please do try to hurry. We would not want either of you to face the consequences of dilly-dallying.
Good luck, worm
The Inhabitants
Once he’d finished reading the envelope Kyle finally noticed the faint music that was playing in the background. It did nothing for the atmosphere but it did set his teeth on edge. He reread the contents of the envelope several times, making sure that he understood it, before pocketing it and trying out the door. As the letter had promised it was locked solid, ah well, it was worth a shot. Now for plan B, asking Vietnam for the key she supposedly possessed.
Easier said than done. Although the Second Indochina War had ended several decades ago the guilt he felt over the harm he had caused had not faded. He had screwed up then plain and simple, by following the Alfred’s noisy and thoughtless footsteps into that Jungle. Afterwards he’d done his best to apologise (in his own way), but it was still not enough he was sure, to give Kim-ly sufficient reason not to hate him. At least he wasn’t Alfred, which had to count for something. Kyle squared his shoulders and turned to face the female nation. “The door seems to be locked. Is there any chance that you have a key for it?” He just managed not to cringe in preparation for the resulting slap he knew he was due in for.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 19:47:54 GMT -6
You’re not supposed to wake up tied to a chair. You’re not.
Kim-Ly opened her eyes slowly, blinking at the sudden light –dim as it was- a splitting pain thrumming in her forehead. She shivered.
“Quoi?...” She shook her head, bangs flitting out of her eyes. There was something in her pocket…a letter…a hand reached slowly in its bonds into the silken pouch…
Greetings, Vietnam,
Xin Chao… thought the woman ruefully, visions of rustic, post-war billboards flashing through her mind. Xin Chao! Welcome to Vietnam! Faded pictures of idyllic rice fields and mountains. Cheap, illustrated knockoffs of imperial cities. An beautiful woman waving hello.
As you may have noticed, you are trapped in a room with another vermin just like you. For what purpose, you ask? Yes, it’s my pleasure to inform you that you have been lucky enough to be chosen for a very, very special game, along with your little friend over there.
Her lips tightened. Kim-Ly was proud and didn’t like being referred to anything in the same category of “vermin”, vermin usually meant something that was easily exterminated. “Easily exterminated” was something Kim-Ly was not. At the mention of her “little friend” though, Vietnam quickly looked up into the mirror, eyes trying to make out the other limp form. He stumbled forward.
Australia.
Australia was anything but little
The door to the room is locked, and no amount of force can pry it open. But be not alarmed; there is a key, a key to your salvation. I will even give you a hint, as I believe an insect like you would never figure it out on your own. Australia that other vermin in the room, they know where the key is. All you have to do is ask them. Simple enough for even you to accomplish.
Or is it?
Her eyes narrowed more…why wouldn’t Australia tell her? It was true, it was impossible to deny the tension that always seemed to come between them during diplomatic ventures. Or casual regional get togethers. Kim-Ly cheeringly talking to Thailand or Laos and, catching sight of Australia, might suddenly grimace. His entering into the war had always seemed like more of an intimate betrayal to Kim-Ly. He was on her side of the world. Not America’s! More importantly, it was his shores that her children had fled to. It was a fact that functioned very much in the same way as a kick to the stomach.
You would do well not to communicate about this letter to them; should you attempt to, you would be faced with an unfortunate, immediate death. And that would bore us immensely.
Oh, and please do try to hurry. We would not want either of you to face the consequences of dilly-dallying.
Good luck, worm The Inhabitants
“Will you stop looking at me like that?” Kim-Ly lifted her head, meeting the Australian’s gaze in the mirror. “It’s not like I can’t see you, Kirkland, in case you haven’t noticed there are mirrors everywhere.” She stood up, trying to hide any sign of prior shakiness. Pieces of rope still clung to her around her wrists.
“The door seems to be locked. Is there any chance that you have a key for it?”
“Well, I could ask the same of you couldn’t I?” She shook the remains of the rope off, holding onto the thick twine thoughtfully before wrapping it around her other hand. Just in case. She sighed and cast another glance around the room. Kim-Ly did not like mirrors, she didn’t like how they shone so blindingly bright in the sunlight, or how they both hid and revealed things….mostly though, she didn’t like what she saw in them.
“I imagine that when I ask you where the key is, you’re going to say the same thing.” She pointed out, not giving the Australian more than a half second glance. “Which means we need to find it.”
Kim-Ly reached out next to her, brow crinkling when there was no paddle to grab onto. Her face fell. Her arm dropped. Well...that was...an inconvenience. "A key..."
There was a loud crash. Glass collapsing in on itself as the Asian nation's rope-covered hand crashed into one of the mirrors.
“So. How many years of bad luck is that, Nước Úc?” She slid a piece of the mirror across the floor towards the other nation. It skidded to a stop only inches from hitting his shoe. “Your people are convicts, da? How about you pick that lock.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 8:40:24 GMT -6
“Well, I could ask the same of you couldn’t I?” Was her defensive response “I imagine that when I ask you where the key it you’re going to say the same thing.”
"Actually, I would” he admitted. Which meant that unless Vietnam was lying, (which was unlikely but possible) neither of them had the key. As such it could be reasonably concluded that The Manor had once again, screwed them over. Now all they had to do was find the key before despair and insanity found them. And of course Kyle had the extra incentive of getting out in time to prevent his koala from becoming a kebab.
He jumped at the unexpected crash of shattering glass caused by Kim-Ly’s fist. Splinters and fragments clattered down into a glittering pile at her feet. Spider cracks splayed across what remained on the walls. Even though nothing was revealed except extra wall Kyle was relieved, the mirrors were just downright creepy and made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. Smashing them was a perfect solution, provided that Vietnam didn’t cut herself to ribbons in the process.
“So. How many years of bad luck is that, Nước Úc?” She gleefully kicked a piece of glass in his direction “Your people are convicts, da? How about you pick that lock.” It was a command, not a suggestion.
Kyle couldn’t help but smile wryly. Convict insults. Why did people seem to think that he’d take offence to that? It had been annoying in the past yes, but now? Now he really couldn’t be prouder. He was living proof that reform was possible; all you needed was a fair go. Ignoring the piece of glass for now he moved over to where Vietnam was standing. “We’re convicts more or less yes, but recently we’ve gotten a nice sprinkling of refugees. They really are the icing on the cake, you would be proud them.” He kept the remark light and casual, but he knew with absolute certainty that Kim-Ly would pick it up. In the meantime he offered her the rope that had been used to bind his own hands. “Here, if you’re going to break mirrors you might as well use both hands.”
He left the rope with Kim-Ly (it was her decision whether she used it or not) and walked back to the door. Now, did he still have the ability to pick a lock? Picking up the glass fragment with a corner of his jacket he gave the lock a few experimental tweaks. The glass fitted in well enough but the lock was old fashioned and deep, he couldn’t reach in far enough. “I need a second piece that’s a bit longer and narrower.” Kyle looked pointedly at Matilda, a habitual gesture, before remembering that she wasn't there. "Ah, never mind I'll get it."
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