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Post by America on Mar 27, 2014 12:25:36 GMT -6
The first thing that Alfred registered when he woke up was that he felt as though he'd been hit in the head with a fifty pound weight. The second thing that he noticed, when he went to clutch his head, was that his hands were currently tied up.
How had this happened? There were certainly plenty of possibilities within the Manor, though Alfred was with Ivan before he lost consciousness. Given that he and Ivan had a terrible history, coupled with the fact that he still did not trust the scarfed nation all that much? It was clear where Alfred placed the blame for this.
The blond scowled, trying and failing to break through the rope that tied his wrists. Clearly whoever tied the rope knew that he possessed superhuman strength and planned ahead of time for it - Another point toward Russia. It was also clear that he was tied to something. Upon closer inspection, he realized that he was not tied to something, but rather someone. With one look at the hair and the clothes, Alfred realized that he was wrong in his suspicions. He wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse. On the bright side, Russia hadn't one-upped him as he originally thought. On the other hand? He was bound to Russia with a rope that even his super strength couldn't break.
"...shit."
Who did this? Part of him still wanted to place the blame for this on Russia, but even he realized that there was no way that Ivan could have tied a rope that bound his and Alfred's wrists together. Someone else was responsible for this, and he had a feeling that it was not a nation playing a joke.
He had a feeling that this had something to do with the Manor itself. One of the monsters? Perhaps. If that was the case, Alfred felt even worse about this situation. It was bad enough that he was tied to Russia, but if something were to attack them, he couldn't reach his gun or throw a punch. He could only kick or headbutt.
And Ivan still wasn't awake. Either he was whacked on the head a lot harder, or he was just a heavy sleeper. Regardless, their chances of escape would be much greater with Ivan awake and joining in the efforts. In their current condition, they were sitting ducks waiting for a monster attack, and Alfred wanted to fix that pronto.
"Yo, sleeping beauty. Wake up. We're in a bit of a situation right now and I'd like to get out of it as soon as possible." He struggled against his bonds once more, to no avail. The rope only dug deeper into his skin, irritating his wrists. This just kept getting better and better, didn't it?
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Ivan Braginsky
Stands a Chance
Homosexual. Biromantic..
Lonesome.
23.
Played by Jen.
Offline.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
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Post by Russia on Apr 22, 2014 9:51:02 GMT -6
His weight was at a heavy slump, rested comfortably against something warm, rigid, and currently unrecognizable. The pain in his head and around his wrists was effectively dulled and carried away by the trance of unconsciousness. If he were dreaming, chances were that those dreams would not be pleasant - sleep was his chance to recuperate and escape the reality of the Manor for a while, though his subconscious wasn't exactly the embodiment of comfort, either.
But this was different than a regular cycle of sleep. The stimuli of Alfred's hands moving and the single word that he uttered did little to urge Ivan out this state - of course, either of those things were only vaguely registered. It took a moment longer before the Russian would begin to stir, half-aware of the blackness and blank thoughts that clouded his mind. There was more movement coming from behind him, though it still felt faint. The American's next string of words might as well have been coming from someone who was a mile away, slowly and slowly approaching closer to him.
"...situation right now and... get out of it as soon as possible." The person who was a mile away was suddenly right there, wasn't he? Ivan made a sound, groggily opening his eyes to an image that was, at first, unfamiliar. A small room, dark and silent. Objects were recognized as those which belonged to a bedroom. But it wasn't his, because this was...
Memories pieced back together in broad disappointment. So he wasn't back home, safe and sound. The Manor was still his entire world. He couldn't remember whether he was so tired that he decided to stumble into a bedroom, seeking sleep. Alfred's presence and the words that he said before, not to mention their previous encounter in the Master's Office, was all momentarily forgotten. He realized he couldn't move and wondered whether the rest of him was still unconscious, at least until the irritation that his skin felt decided to ignite. Additionally brought to his attention was the throbbing of his head, the stiffness of his muscles underneath the flesh.
"Oi..." His hands flexed and pulled apart from each other to test their entrapment. The rope squeezed and pinched his wrists in reprimand, stubborn to budge even with his strength. There was warmth pressed up against him, and he hurriedly turned his head to look. Oh, that was who he heard. Seeing that blond head was enough to trickle more memories into Ivan's head, though it didn't help to tell him how this had even happened. "Wh-- r-really? Do you think I am suppost to know what to do?"
His jaw clenched as he put further effort into breaking their restraint. Energy was taking over now that he had found consciousness and remembered what was going on around them. "This is.. I do not haff any sharp thinks with me.."
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Post by America on Apr 24, 2014 12:25:20 GMT -6
Good, Ivan was making noise. He'd heard Alfred, which meant that he was waking up. The faster that Ivan woke up, the less time they'd spend as sitting ducks. Hopefully they'd even get these ropes untied! But even if they didn't, they'd fare a lot better if they were both awake than if one of them was still unconscious.
While he waited for Ivan to wake up, Alfred did a quick sweep of the room that they were in. There was enough light to see their surroundings, which was the first - and so far only - good sign. Alfred didn't recognize the room that they were in. He knew that they were still within the manor. That much was clear from the predicament they found themselves in. It wasn't the first time that Alfred was ambushed from behind and placed somewhere with another nation, though this was the first time that he wasn't given any immediate instruction to go with it. Alfred wasn't sure whether to consider this to be a good sign or not. On the one hand, having a specific set of instructions at least gave them an idea of what to expect. Not having instructions meant that there were no specific expectations set out for them - but it also meant that they lacked information about their situation.
Hell, Alfred wasn't even sure what floor they were on, let alone what room they were in. A gaze around the room told Alfred that they were in some sort of bedroom, but that meant nothing when Alfred was fairly certain he hadn't seen every room in the manor.
It didn't help that new rooms were seemingly added as time passed on. Perhaps it was just his imagination, or perhaps there was actually something to the theory. Either option was just as likely as the other in the manor.
"Wh-- r-really? Do you think I am suppost to know what to do?"
Good, Ivan was finally awake enough to carry on a conversation!
"Nah, I don't think you're supposed to know what to do. Not yet, anyway. But if something comes up to us and attacks us straight away both of us should be awake. I don't want to be carrying around dead weight while I'm trying to get a monster to back off." Alfred responded with a snort.
In all honesty, he knew that they would stand a much better chance against anything that attacked them if they were both in the fight - Not just for strength in numbers, but because they were two of the most formidable nations in the manor. There was a reason why they were head to head in the Cold War, after all...
Alfred attempted to push outward on his restraints. If ordinary rope were binding them, his super strength would make quick work of the rope. This wasn't ordinary rope. "Whoever did this knew about my strength," He muttered, redoubling his efforts against the rope.
"This is.. I do not haff any sharp thinks with me.." That's it! Alfred thought to himself.
"You might not have any sharp things on you, but there might be something in the room we can use!" Perhaps there was - but perhaps whatever or whoever did this to them had the foresight to remove another means of escape from the two nations. At the very least, it was worth a shot. Alfred knew that he needed something to focus on, otherwise the reality of the situation was sink in. He was trapped. Not only in the manor, but in a specific room in the manor, with his hands tied behind his back to another's. He could already feel an enormous weight in his chest at the mere thought.
No, not in front of him," Alfred thought to himself. He wasn't about to have a panic attack in front of Russia. Instead, he returned a piercing gaze to the room surrounding them. The sooner he find an object that might aid in their escape, the better.
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Ivan Braginsky
Stands a Chance
Homosexual. Biromantic..
Lonesome.
23.
Played by Jen.
Offline.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
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Post by Russia on May 31, 2014 12:38:19 GMT -6
"Nah, I don't think you're supposed to know what to do. Not yet, anyway. But if something comes up to us and attacks us straight away both of us should be awake. I don't want to be carrying around dead weight while I'm trying to get a monster to back off." While Alfred spoke, Ivan mirrored the American's actions. His eyes roamed to better adjust to their surroundings, noting the manageable light and any details of the bedroom he hadn't picked up before in his groggy stupor. It was almost strange that whoever was responsible for this had decided to place them somewhere so... normal. Normal by the Manor's standards. It was only a bedroom. There weren't any torturous weapons or death traps in sight, which were what Ivan usually saw in silly American horrors.
Being restrained was not good for a stiff body. He didn't have the freedom to stretch as he would after any other night's sleep, and Alfred's fidgeting seemed to be as helpless as his own. Squirming and tugging upon tight ropes like trapped animals, it did not seem that their strength was in their favor. When Alfred muttered a comment about that, Ivan made sure to add as a pointed reminder: "Ant mine." He was absolutely aware of his past enemy's strength, yes, but he had to ensure that his own wasn't left out of the picture.
"You might not have any sharp things on you, but there might be something in the room we can use!" Ivan stopped his struggling. The irritation left on his skin by rubbing ropes made itself known the moment he did so, but he ignored that for the time being. His position enabled him to view one half of the room while Alfred covered the other. Unaware of any climbing panic on Alfred's end, Ivan had no trouble complying to the American's idea. He'd like to get out of these rope just as much as the other man did.
Particularly the Russian was searching for anything shiny. Something that, in any light, was easy to catch the eye - he was hopeful as his eyes jumped from one place to the next, wishing to see something that stood out among the blandness of the room. It was a good thing that Ivan didn't always mind remaining in the same position for a while. If anything, the press of Alfred's back was warming and somewhat comforting - if he didn't think about the fact that they were somehow knocked unconscious and forced to this point. As usual, company was better than no one. A strong force of two should always be better than one.
"It woult be very onfortunate if somthink came to get you ant me," he commented. in a way that wasn't helpful at all. "They hat to haff reason to put os together like this. Maybe they knew that we were not gettink alonk, ant this is our way to bont." Although Alfred couldn't see his face, he was amusing himself with his own words. Anything to take his mind off of his discomfort. It was the placement of his arms and his hands that was most bothersome.
Before he could get any further, though, a few thoughts struck him. Panic took reign the moment he remembered his weapon - it wasn't sharp, no, but it was his iron pipe and he wouldn't be very pleased to go without it. Looking down, he noticed it was lying there by his side, loyal as ever. He relaxed and wondered whether Alfred's weapon was still with him, too.
The second thought that he had was voiced. "Do you think we will be able to stant?" He could only imagine what a fiasco that would be, what with their weight and his height. "We might be able to see better that way. Onless you see somthink now. There might be some helpful thinks in the drawers off the nightstants ant everythink..."
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Post by America on Jun 29, 2014 15:29:17 GMT -6
Alfred wasn't sure whether to be relieved or wary, given their surroundings. He was tied to Ivan, meaning that neither of the two of them were responsible for this predicament. Someone (or something) else tied them up together and brought them here. But why? Just to watch them struggle to work together on freeing themselves? Or was there a more sinister purpose? Perhaps there was a monster lurking for them in the shadows of the room, or maybe when they made it out of the room something would attack them there. Of course, there was also the chance that they were just tied together and placed in a room for no other reason than to see if they could actually get along or if they'd fail miserably at this endeavor.
The younger nation let out a snort when Ivan made certain to address his own strength. Alfred and Ivan were both pillars of strength, the reason why they were so closely matched during the Cold War. Alfred didn't discount Ivan's strength, but he preferred to think that he was stronger. "And yours."
Though Alfred couldn't get a good glimpse of Ivan, he could feel the movements behind him cease at once. Hopefully Ivan was taking his suggestions into consideration and scanning the room with him. Alfred certainly didn't want to be the one doing all the work, even if he did want to be the one who succeeded.
"Don't remind me," Alfred stated forcefully. "It's bad enough we're tied up like this. It's gonna be a lot harder to win a fight against whatever this bastard manor throws at us when we can't use our hands." They'd also have to coordinate movements unless they wanted to throw each other off balance - a challenge for two nations who actually got along, let alone America and Russia. No, if he had to fight against one of the manor's monsters, he wanted it to be on fair terms. He wanted to at least break out of these damn ties.
"They hat to haff reason to put os together like this. Maybe they knew that we were not gettink alonk, ant this is our way to bont." Alfred, too, was amused at the idea of this predicament being used as an incentive to help them bond - mostly because it was such a ridiculously benign idea in the walls of a very dangerous manor. Alfred chuckled.
The chuckling stopped when Ivan posed an interesting question. "Of course we can stand! What kind of a ridiculous question is that?" Alfred shook his head, moving his arms to...oh. It was easy enough for one to stand on their own with their arms as leverage. Two? That would take a little work.
"Well this might not be as easy as I first thought," He admitted.
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Ivan Braginsky
Stands a Chance
Homosexual. Biromantic..
Lonesome.
23.
Played by Jen.
Offline.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
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Post by Russia on Aug 2, 2014 8:22:27 GMT -6
Oh, it was immensely refreshing to hear laughter. For once Ivan's amused commentary was not received with turbulence. Alfred's chuckle came and went, churning weak mirth into an otherwise flat and dead atmosphere - Alfred wouldn't have known it, but it pleased the Russian to know that he was still ever capable of lightening the mood. He believed his optimism won in any situation, and it truly was better to think that they might have been placed there for bonding. His moment of self-pleasure proved stubborn against what the Manor wanted them to feel: discomfort, irritation, desperation; that they were merely placed there as prey waiting to be haunted. It wasn't much different than the satisfaction Ivan felt upon hearing Alfred properly acknowledge their dual strength.
Arms stirred to life again, though they did not belong to Ivan. "Of course we can stand! What kind of a ridiculous question is that?" Yes, the confidence in Alfred's words was glaring but did not merit a response from Ivan. The American's voice then fell quieter and so did his arms cease their activity - Ivan might as well have been amused by that decline in confidence, but neither of them really knew how to attack this idea of his.
He wasn't eager to reject cooperation, either. There may come a point where Ivan does not wish to comply to the wishes of another, but this was not that time - and perhaps the idea of being tied to someone wasn't so bad. He thought it rather clever, actually. If someone refuses to bond with you, why not bind them to you? They'll have no choice then. Indeed, the Russian could imagine himself praising the Manor's masterminds for such a thoughtful idea. Of course, that was only if things continued in the right direction. His bickering with and behaving stubbornly around the American might come naturally, but he wouldn't find it helpful for them in this particular situation.
"I ask you 'ridiculous question'," he began, now deciding to respond in a way that might suggest him being the more practical one, "because neither off os know how easy any off this will be." Now his words were recognizing a truth he might otherwise prefer to deny - and he wanted to be as strong and leader-like about this as Alfred did. "If we were so familiar with this situation then we woult be out by now, da? I am soggestink thinks that might help, not will help. We do not know ontil we try every possible solution."
He allowed his mind time to ease and return on the right track. The clearly challenging task of standing up, yes. "We haff only our legs to work with," he resumed. "Maybe our hants. We will jost haff to... press our backs together ant push." He didn't admit that Alfred's legs were probably easier to work with than his own. The possibility of that didn't reveal itself until after Ivan made the suggestion. He hoped for the best that his long legs wouldn't prove difficult in this situation and, after waiting for Alfred, made his best coordinated attempt to stand.
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Post by America on Sept 13, 2014 11:26:41 GMT -6
Alfred still wasn't sure why the manor had to choose he and Ivan to bind together, out of all the nations in the manor. Were the inhabitants of the manor aware of the bad blood between the two countries, or had they merely witnessed Alfred and Ivan bickering within the halls of the manor and opted to take advantage of the situation. Given Alfred's history with Ivan, the former had a hard time believing that he and Ivan were tied together simply by chance. It could have been any other nation if it was merely by chance. The fact that he was tied to Ivan meant something. He doubted that it was to force he and Ivan to get along. The manor wouldn't do something that benevolent. Nah, the manor probably hoped they'd get too caught up in their bickering to accomplish anything, where they'd be sitting ducks waiting for the next monster to roam by and attack.
As much as the thought of conceding that he needed to work with Ivan to get through this pained Alfred, he knew that he needed to work with Ivan. So long as they remained tied together and confined to the ground, the greater a target they were painting on each other's backs.
Alfred rolled his eyes at the tone in Ivan's voice. He was already annoyed that his attempt at pulling himself up failed to work, he didn't need Ivan acting all smug about the fact that he was right about something.
Despite the fact that Alfred would do the same if the roles were reversed.
"Then we need to think of every solution we can and give it a good try. Guess that makes it a good thing there's two of us."[/b] It wasn't something that Alfred wanted to admit, but there it was. Both of them working toward a solution would hopefully create twice as many ideas as just one of them.
They still needed to stand up before they could do much else. He had to admit, Ivan's suggestion was just about the only thing that made sense. With their hands and arms bound together, they really only had their legs to work with. If they pressed against each other's backs and used their legs, it might actually work.
Sighing, Alfred put himself into position. "Alright, on the count of three, we go. One...two...THREE!" Alfred did his best to coordinate his movement's with Ivan's. Given that Alfred was on his feet at long last by the end of the attempt, he had to have done something right.
Alfred grinned. "Well Step 1's out of the way at least," he remarked, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit. "Next we're gonna look for a way to break these ties." The longer they were tied together with their arms bound, the more vulnerable they were to attack.
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