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Post by The First Inhabitant on Aug 23, 2013 23:20:24 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 America and Denmark 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, North America/Denmark,
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. Denmark/America, 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 America/Denmark 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 America and Denmark are loosely bound and the letters in their clothing is addressed to them only. The posting order will be America and then Denmark. 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 America on Aug 24, 2013 13:42:05 GMT -6
Alfred jolted where he sat, his eyes opening at once. The very first thing he noted was the sound of ominous music, the sort that one might hear in a horror movie. The next thing he realized was that he did not recognize the room that he was in. Finally, as he attempted to move to his feet, he realized that he was tied to a chair.
He woke up tied to a chair. If that wasn't a sign of foul play, Alfred didn't know what was.
Panic seized Alfred immediately at the mere thought of being confined to this chair for eternity. He inhaled deeply, his eyes going wide as he immediately tensed up and pushed out toward his restraints.
The restraints? They left something to be desired. They snapped almost immediately upon Alfred pressing out on them, though to be fair he was equipped with a larger than average amount of strength from the time that he was a colony. He wasn't certain whether whoever (or whatever) attacked him took that into consideration, but he was free now, which meant getting a better grip on his bearings. He went to search his pocket for his gun, only to note a slip a paper falling out in the process. Curiosity seizing him, Alfred bent down to pick up the note immediately.
Greetings, America,
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. Denmark, 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 Inhabitants? Alfred looked up from his paper, not sure what, if anything, to take from the letter. He did not doubt that they needed a key to escape the room, and he tensed up immediately at the reminder that he was trapped in this room. But hey, he wasn't alone! That letter mentioned that Denmark was also present within the room. Apparently, the other nation also knew where the key was located. Apparently. That was the part of the letter that Alfred was unsure about. For one, if the other person really had the key, asking them would be too easy. Even he realized that. There was more to it than that, and Alfred could think of two possibilities. One, the manor was trying to pit them against each other. Two, Denmark really did know where the key was. Regardless, he had the strong feeling that only one of them would exit the room alive, if either of them would. He had a feeling that whoever found that key would be the one to escape. So if Denmark already had that key...he was already in the lead. But what if he didn't? Or what if there was no key at all?
The more Alfred thought on it, the less sure he was about the entire situation. Alfred tucked the paper back into his pocket, wanting to keep it at hand, then went to see Denmark. "Well hey. Looks like we're partners for this gig. Let's cut to the chase - I'm looking for a way out of here. Do you happen to know it?" The optimal result was that they both left the room, and one that Alfred was not about to give up on just yet. He realized it was a pipe dream, but he was also motivated by the thought of beating the bastards who put him in this situation at their own game. Oddly, it made him feel more energized than he had in a while, despite his life very likely being in danger. Adrenaline could certainly work wonders.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 15:15:06 GMT -6
He woke up feeling groggy, sluggish, and his head feeling like it had met the receiving end of a football kick. This definitely wasn't a hangover, as much as Denmark wished it was, that the manor was just a nightmare that his alchohol-hazed mind dreamt up after a marathon of horror movies. The unearthly music that filtered around him, so unlike anything that would be playing in his house, dashed that vain little hope away almost as quickly as it had come. When he fully regained his bearings, he realized that there was a piece of paper shoved in his shirt, and his hands were bound together at the wrist. If one could even call this piss-poor excuse for a knot “binding”. With a roll of his eyes, Denmark freed his hands hands almost laughably easily and plucked the paper out from his clothing. A letter for him? How sweet. Ripping it open, he glazed over the contents quickly.
Blah, blah, blah, trapped in this room with another nation, blah, blah, blah, apart of a game for the “Inhabitants”, whoever they were supposed to be. Blah, blah, blah, America has the key to the room, and all you have to do is ask him where it is. And finally: Blah blah blah: do not talk about this letter or there will be “consequences.”
With a scoff Denmark folded his letter into a paper airplane and threw it across the room casually. Its flight was absolutely pitiful, but it was the thought that counted. He stood up and stretched his arms above his head, shaking off the last remains of fatigue that clung to his mind. Whatever these “Inhabitants” had in mind, Denmark was sure he could handle it. He was one of the greatest Vikings known to mankind, after all, and he--... was also completely unarmed. Shock crashed into him as he looked around the room frantically, searching for his beloved Brynhildr. He bit his thumbnail, and told himself to calm down. As uneasy as he felt, not knowing where his axe had gone off to, freaking out about her being missing wouldn't help anyone. He needed to focus and figure out what was going on here before anything.
“.... Let's cut to the chase - I'm looking for a way out of here. Do you happen to know it?" America's voice cut into his train of thought, and he released his thumbnail to stare at the young man. He could practically hear the snarky little voice in the back of his head (that sounded like Netherlands, fittingly enough) scoff at such a stupid question. Of course Denmark didn't know the way out – how would he know? If he did, he would have escaped long before now.
“Man, do I wish.” Denmark admitted after silencing Head-Ned. Walking to the center of the room, Denmark turned in a complete circle, putting his hands on his hips with a contemplative hum as he finished. “No visible doors or windows, no visible way in or out. I would suggest we just say 'fuck this' and break down one of the walls,” he cocked his head in the wall's direction, “but I don't think that would work.” His shoulders drooped in a heavy sigh before turning back to the younger nation. The younger nation who was entirely to blame for all of them being stuck here. The one who thought it would be fan-fucking-tastic to go explore an abandoned manor in the middle of the night. Denmark saw red for a brief moment, consumed with fury over the fact that the one responsible was in the same room. That he was just as clueless about the situation as everyone else was. Chewing the inside of his cheek, the Nordic shoved his anger back into the park part of his soul where it belonged. Getting mad at America would solve nothing, not right now anyway. He could kick America's ass after they got out of the manor.
"Any ideas?"
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Post by America on Aug 31, 2013 12:25:42 GMT -6
As he approached the other nation closely, Alfred noted that Denmark looked as though he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Alfred figured he looked about the same. He still had a few scratches on his face that were clearing up from when he bashed his head on a window in front of his brother.
His brother...
Try as he might, Alfred ended up separated from Matthew. He wanted to punch something as he came to this realization. He had Matthew in his sights, he had the opportunity to keep Matthew safe from the monsters that lurked within the manor, and the opportunity slipped through his fingers. Who knew where Mattie was now? Perhaps he'd even been knocked out by these so-called 'Inhabitants' and taken to his own room with someone else. That wasn't a good thought, and Alfred resolved to beat the shit out of these Inhabitants if he ever met them. Not that it was as easy as that, of course, but the thought of doing so offered a small degree of catharsis.
Alfred watched as Denmark turned in a circle and observed the room. Alfred, in the meantime, observed Denmark. He wanted to see if there were any signs that Denmark had the key on him. He had his doubts about the letter, but he didn't want to brush it off entirely either. If there were any signs of a key on Denmark, Alfred would know that Denmark was lying and trying to keep him from the answer for some reason. Alfred would have to take action then.
Nothing. Nothing to show that Denmark had a key. There was a chance it was hidden, but the chance was just as good that Denmark had no key on him at all. Alfred didn't know what to think. Continuing the conversation about busting out was a good idea, however, no matter what way you sliced it. "That would be way too easy. I wonder if these Inhabitants are the ones in charge?" It sounded like it, if they were taking it upon themselves to knock Alfred (and possibly Denmark) out and toss them into a room. They didn't do a very good job of tying him up, but given the placement of that note? That might very well have been intentional. You never really could tell in the manor.
Alfred followed Denmark's gaze to the wall and shrugged. "Worth a shot, at least." Alfred went over to the wall and began to unleash a succession of punches and kicks at the wall. It might look a tad silly, but Alfred was willing to give just about anything a try if it allowed him the chance to escape out of this room. As expected, these efforts had no effect on the structural integrity of the wall. Given that Alfred was one of the stronger nations, if not the strongest? Yeah, these walls weren't going to budge any time soon. He wondered briefly if he still had his gun on him. A dip of his hands into his pockets revealed that his gun was still nestled in the corner of his jacket. He wouldn't pull it out unless he felt as though he absolutely needed to. He had a limited number of bullets, and didn't want to use them all on something he shouldn't. Problem was, just how did one decide that? Who was to say that even a grave threat at the moment wouldn't be followed by something worse, something he'd need his gun for even more?
The younger nation pulled away from the wall. "Well, now we know. This is crap. If only we had a key or something..." He wondered what Denmark's reaction to this would be, as he turned his attention back to the other nation.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2013 19:17:46 GMT -6
“A key would make our lives easier, wouldn't it?” Denmark replied, now going along the perimeter of the room, hand dragging along the walls as he felt for, well, anything really. A pressure plate, a loose part of the wall he could pry away, although he wasn't having much luck. “Key, huh?” He mused to himself, briefly looking over to the other blonde in the room. The letter said that America knew where the key was, but of he did why didn't he just take it and go while Denmark was still knocked out? America could be dense sometimes, but he couldn't be that dense, could he? … Nah. America might have just been a little kid, by Denmark’s standards, but he knew not to overlook something as crucial as a key to freedom.
Denmark's hand brushed up against something cold and metallic, and for a split second he thought he had beaten the Inhabitants at this stupid game of theirs and found a lever or something. It wasn't anything that would lead to an exit, but it was something just as good: Brynhildr. Exhaling a sigh of relief he took his beloved weapon into his hands and placed a tender kiss on the flat of the blade. A wicked grin split Denmark’s face as he knocked the wall. America’s fists and feet were one thing, but Brynhildr? In her prime she had cut through muscle and tendons and bone like a hot knife through butter. As dull as her blade was now, a wall wouldn't take too much effort. However, after attacking the wall for a minute and a half, and making no visible progress, the Dane gave up. Placing the axe’s head on the floor and leaning against the shaft with an heavy, possibly over dramatic, sigh. Okay, so that plan didn't work. Shit. “You wouldn't happen to have the key, would ya?” Denmark asked, looking over at his American companion. Setting Brynhildr aside, he patted down his own person, shifting around in any pockets, and even looking inside his hat for good measure. Nothing. With an annoyed growl he replaced his hat and took up his weapon, flipping it around and resting it on his shoulder as he tapped his foot impatiently. “What is even the point in all this?” He asked no one in particular, he looked up to the ceiling expectantly. "This 'game' of yours isn't very fun, you know." Denmark proclaimed, hoping that the Inhabitants would hear him.
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Post by America on Sept 6, 2013 12:25:33 GMT -6
As it turned out, Denmark's response gave Alfred little to work with. If he did have the key, he wasn't about to give it away that easily. Alfred watched as Denmark felt along the wall. Though he didn't find a way out, he did find a weapon - Something that made Alfred shove his hand into his pocket almost immediately to make certain that his gun was still there. He let out an almost inaudible sigh of relief when he felt the cold metal brush against his fingertips.
Fortunately, Denmark turned his weapon toward the wall rather than Alfred. It had just as little impact as Alfred's hands and feet did. Alfred frowned upon seeing this. He couldn't say that he held much hope that Denmark's axe would do the trick, but for a split second his hope was, perhaps, a level higher than it was now.
Alfred shook his head at once, without hesitation. "Unless someone slipped something into my pocket when they tied me up and threw me here, I got nothing." Nothing other than his gun, which he would not remove from his pocket unless he had to. On the off chance that Denmark was working against him and not with him, he wanted to hold the element of surprise. Denmark already bared his weapon. Alfred still had one hidden, and he was going to kept it hidden as long as he possibly could. If everything went well, he hopefully wouldn't even need to use it.
"I'm not even going to ask if you have a key, because if you did, you would have already used it." Wouldn't he? Alfred frowned, glancing around as he tried to catch a glimpse of any sort of way out. "If there's a way in, there's got to be a way out." Alfred murmured, partially to Denmark and partially to himself as he began to pace back and forth in front of a wall, trying to see if anything stood out. Was there even a door to this room? The letter offered more questions than it did answers. Typical of the manor.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2013 13:10:53 GMT -6
"Unless someone slipped something into my pocket when they tied me up and threw me here, I got nothing."
“Great. Wonderful.” Denmark replied, leaning heavily on his axe. His taunting didn't work, what did he have to do to get the Inhabitant's attention? Grab America and start dancing the Sekstur på række? ...Actually no, that wouldn't even work with two people.
"I'm not even going to ask if you have a key, because if you did, you would have already used it." America said again, and Denmark ran a hand through his hair, partially in frustration and partially as a force of habit.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Denmark replied casually. With a frown he kicked at the ground, stomping his heel angrily on the wooden floor as it was coming back down. “This is stupid!” He proclaimed, spinning its axe in the proper position, head-up, and resting it against his shoulder as he started pacing around. “If they trapped us in here for the express purpose of pissing us off, it's working.” Never mind the fact that Denmark wasn't a fan of enclosed spaces to begin with, but there was also his family to consider. God help the Inhabitants if they did anything to them...
"If there's a way in, there's got to be a way out." He just managed to hear America's murmur, and Denmark stopped in his pacing to glance over at him.
“We still haven't checked the floors. There could be a trap door or something.” Denmark tapped the toe of his boot to try and listen for a hollow cavity above where he stood; no such luck. “There's also the possibility there's a way out in the ceiling,” he said absently, rolling his eyes upwards. The problem was getting up there if that was the case. Damn it, why didn't he have Sweden or Netherlands' shoulders to stand on so he could check? Granted, the chances of a way out being hidden in ceiling was slim, borderline ridiculous, but he was running out of ideas- and options. Maybe he could.... Denmark shook his head vigorously to clear his mind of those thoughts. They had already established that America didn't have the key! Killing him would just end with blood on his hands, and Denmark already had enough innocent blood on his hands, thank you very much.
It would be so easy though. One quick, hard swing to the neck. Enough to break, but not to sever. Subconsciously Denmark drummed his fingers around Brynhildr's shaft, practically feeling her hum in anticipation- in a thirst for young, ambitious blood. His family –Lukas- could be in even worse situations right now, and Denmark was stuck dealing with this bullshit!
The Viking that Mathias had locked up so many centuries ago threw himself against the bars of his cage, wanting more than ever to escape and run wild, just like he used to. Just for a little while... he would just be let out for a little bit, then the Viking would go back to the dark corner of Mathias' heart where he belonged.
Taking a deep breath through his nose, he mentally commanded the Viking to be silent. There was a harder, saner way of dealing with this situation, and he would find it.
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Post by America on Sept 28, 2013 19:25:12 GMT -6
Alfred peered around the room once more, as if something would appear the more he looked. If something they needed was at eye level, chances were that they'd have seen it by now. At least they were both armed - though if they were meant to work against each other, that might not be such a good thing after all.
"Very well. I'd love to kick down this wall right this second!"[/b] As if to accentuate his point, he proceeded to kick the wall. It didn't budge, though it did offer Alfred a way to take out his frustration on an inanimate object. Denmark wasn't the only one who had an issue with this situation, and the longer they stayed put the more it was starting to get to Alfred. He started to pace, partially to help himself feel better and partially because he was starting to feel antsy.
“We still haven't checked the floors. There could be a trap door or something.”] Alfred's eyes darted toward the floor. Denmark was right - they hadn't checked the floor yet. Alfred was about to open his mouth to point out another possibility, but Denmark beat him to it. “There's also the possibility there's a way out in the ceiling,” "I'll check out the floor and you check out the ceiling?" Alfred offered, figuring they'd do a better job if they split up the act of searching the room. Given that Alfred wanted to get out of the room as soon as possible, it would be nice to find the exit in as little time as possible.
"I wonder if their plan was just to toss us in here or if they're going to throw anything else into the cage with us?" He hoped not. Glancing toward the floor, Alfred looked for anything out of the ordinary. A slight raise in the floorboards, a small crack, anything that might hint that there was an escape route. There had to be a way out if there was a way in...
"Any luck?" Alfred called out to Denmark as he peered over for a few seconds to see how the other nation was doing. Then he returned back to his own search.
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Post by The First Inhabitant on Oct 21, 2013 18:36:18 GMT -6
The light was the same as it always was, dim, not allowing the corners of the room to be seen, but enough to let the mirrors show their reflections. The temperature was a constant temperature, but it started increasing. Out of the corner of the mirror closest to the nations, fire spread across it, slowly forming words. "Not like the rules do we? Let us spell it out. You have the key at your fingertips. War was your past time, time to bring out that hatred again and fight to survive, otherwise...." And the text trailed off. A small sound was heard and the walls started moving, a loud grinding noise sounded and echoed through the room, stopping after the walls had moved about a foot inward.
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