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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2012 20:07:27 GMT -6
The structure loomed there before her in distance, a series of great buildings. Long in length with many doors was one, the other was obviously a large barn, the other probably some sort of stables. Kat gaped up at the buildings, curiosity directing her gaze towards the large body of the barn, with its wide doors opened in almost a welcoming appearance. Katyusha was lost, she had stumbled outside almost by accident… well, in truth she had been running for her life from something and while she hadn’t really been paying attention to where she was going, eventually she found herself outside. Her heart was still beating fast and while it wasn’t raining outside, the weather was dark and quite chilly. There was no way she was going to the Manor anytime soon, in case that creature whatever it had been was there waiting for so, without many other choices, Ukraine hurried up the overgrown path towards the barn.
Picking up he skirts of her traditional Ukrainian dance costume, Kat hurried through waist high grass, nearly missing an awkwardly placed fallen beam of wood, and after running for a few minutes, she slowed with her breathing heavier at the front face of the huge building. Now that she was closer, Katyusha could se the awesome age of the building and its sturdiness; whoever had designed this place and built t to last. Rot was apparent in a few places but not as bad considering the age of the estate, which Kat could only guess at. Standing a few feet from the open doors, their massive girth easily given accessibility for large horse drawn carriages but their size dwarfed the Ukrainian woman and made her feel very small. Blue eyes looked about, her hands wringing about nervously over the surface of her large candlestick, and doubt flooded her mind.
“Vhat I doing here? I need…. I need to find my brata and sestra…. They no in barn probably…”
Her words broke the silence and speaking with herself both calmed and spooked her. She was alone out here, completely exposed, but there was no way she was turning back, but perhaps the barn wasn’t the best place to be either. The interior of the structure remained dark even with the doors flung open and the musty smell of old straw and animal dung still wafted out from the bowels of the building. Staring into the darkness, eyebrows high and her mouth hanging slightly open, a breeze stirred the still air form behind her, almost gently urging her to enter. Frowning even more, Kat took a step back as her thoughts turned towards leaving, and her single light footfall echoed within the entire space of the barn. Just then a whirlwind crashed upon the land, whipping up from seemingly nowhere, and Kat screeched in surprise when she was suddenly trapped within a vortex of intense wind. Shielding her eyes and trying to move though she couldn’t tears began to song her eyes with terror and confusion when she caught a glimpse of the nearby trees only to see that they perfectly at ease, without a breath of wind touching them.
Her colorful skirts danced about her, given life by her personal cyclone, and Ukraine began to scream, when the wind turned cy cold, cold enough that she could see her breath, and the Slavic woman uttered a blood-curling scream as invisible hands of cold suddenly grasped her wrists, her ankles and only when a hand clamped over her mouth did she fall silent even when she was literally sucked into the mouth of the barn doorway, pulling inwards by the great whirlwind, which crashed the tall doors closed behind it, leaving a resounding, dull boom to be heard across the estate, and Ukraine was nowhere to be seen.
~ Sorry for the shortness and overall poor quality. It'll improve next post I promise ^^
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Post by ru on Jul 28, 2012 7:18:08 GMT -6
The manor was finally back in sight. Through thick clouded fog and whichever other obstacles were there to play tricks on your eyes, its towering anatomy appeared over the horizon and pierced the murky sky. It looked real, at least, for it just as well seemed that it had been so long since he last saw it - it was almost a chilling thought that the place he had just escaped from, the place one would think they would be trapped inside forever, that enclosed you and promised your death, was actually the place he was relieved to see. It provided more warmth than the exterior did, and after spending hours wandering outside only to find assurance that the gates were certainly not relenting in providing an escape and that there was little to none among the living around here, the good living that is, there was a feeble sense of hope that the manor could be chanced again. Perhaps his sisters were actually inside, that was one priority. He didn't find any trace of them out here, didn't hear them, and over all he did not want to even think about them being lost or something having happened to them out here.
His outfit was in a much lesser state than how it started, dirtied and tattered in places where he had been nabbed by jutting branches or anything that tried to grab at him. Injuries wouldn't quite matter at this point, so long as he could still stand, still move on, and still had strength left in his arms. The manor building was slowly creeping closer to him, though each step taken felt like they were taking him nowhere, like he hadn't been moving anywhere at all. He gave an almost automatic shake of his head, it was only the whole place messing with it. It had been a while that he was out here in the cold, an experience that was already ebbing away at what sanity he had; so what did it matter, the inside of the manor provided as much 'safety' as the outside did. So long as he'd find someone there, he had nothing to be afraid of.
There was a sudden round of screams heard just then, distant screams that almost sounded as if they were coming from close by, appalling screams that made him stop in his tracks. A shudder ran through his already chilled body, and that told him immediately that something was eerie about what he heard. Usually screaming was pleasing to his ears, hearing them out here would give him something to grin about.. maybe it was the fact that it was not him causing them, but it sounded all too familiar in its feminine tone. His head jerked up at the following boom that echoed across the land, startling a couple of crows and sending them launched off of their perched spots in the branches, panicked violet eyes seeking out the direction from which it came. There was a foreign feeling taking him over, all over, like someone beloved was in danger.. and that loud boom that had put an end to the screaming he heard only made it worse.
A nervous little sound escaped his throat, and the importance of getting back to the manor he had taken so long to find was immediately gone. He turned back around to face the tormenting grounds from which he had came, setting off in a dash to seek out the source of the burst of noise from before. The exact location was not yet known and he was following the direction which he assumed would lead him there, none too assured by the knot in his throat and the feeling in the pit of his stomach that it was indeed his sister that he had heard. Though he hadn't heard any hints beyond that and everything had fallen silent aside from the rustling of his boots, there didn't seem to be anything that would stop him.
His pace never slowed, ignoring the frozen chill of the air that whipped at his face, the copious amount of noise he was making as dead branches and leaves crunched under his feet, and how obviously he was exposing himself to all that could be residing in the area. He had already slipped himself back into danger upon turning back around, only running his way into more risks at this point, factors that he only refused to register.
The hallucinogenic feeling had sneaked back up on him, that no matter how much he was moving, how much his legs were straining to bring him to where he thought he needed to go, he wasn't getting any closer... as if everything in front of him was only getting further and further away. A good portion of his stamina had already been eaten away at, his legs felt like they were carrying twice his actual weight, like something was trying to prevent him from getting anywhere and slowing him down... these were all weighing down on his mind, trying to make him succumb to giving up, but he wouldn't allow it. He went on in protest against what it was messing with his mind, trying to make him feel afraid.
It felt as if another eternity had been spent before he reached the great array of buildings, what appeared to be many stables and a grand barn among them. It wasn't too late, was it? Something told him this was the right place, having followed exactly where he heard the explosion come from. He maneuvered his way around them, listening past the sounds of his own breathing for any other unknown noises and trying to see any signs. The place looked as if it had been recently disturbed by something, as things were scattered and disorderly on the ground, the area itself appearing a bit like it had been recently tortured by the weather. "Katya..?" The Russian turned and crossed over to the barn, now focusing on a new search for any openings and ways to get inside; since the door wasn't budging. "It is me! Can you hear me?"
He shook the barn doors with more vigor, pushing against its tall walls to test just how sturdy they were. His pipe hovered higher, ready to be put to use were it necessary.
His mind danced around the possibility that he had been lead here for nothing, that everything he had heard was imagined, though the nasty little voice in his head was harder to ignore.
And what have you found, durak? Nothing~! She could be long gone by now, snatched away and torn to pieces, at home with the corpses and bones you are standing on~
Ivan squeezed his eyes shut and back open, tossing another shake of his head and, of course, doing all but look down at just that sight. He threw his shoulder into the immense doors of the barn in an irritated response to the inner voice, trying to convince himself that it was not true, that his sister was still alive in there and not hurt, simply lost or trying to hide from harm, that.. that was it.. though he couldn't bring himself to conclude whether or not he was only imagining all of this; the sheer thought of the situation was haunting either way. "Oтвет для меня..!"
[That's fine! Sorry for the wait *still on semi-hiatus*~]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2012 8:31:27 GMT -6
Pain. Pain etched its grisly face into ever crevice of Ukraine’s face as the woman wept silently, barely conscious. She couldn’t move, she dared not fight nor struggle, for the nation was suspended a good twenty feet in the air, strung up by rotting and old ropes suspended from the roof. When she had initially awoken, having been knocked out form her rather violent and quick capture, confusion had made short work of her first reactions, followed quickly by sheer fright. At first, her blurred vision had presented her an odd picture: strewn about straw scattered across the ceiling above her. Her disoriented mind could not understand how hay and straw could be settled so across any rooftop and it was only when she tried to move did she begin to realize her situation. Katyusha had first noticed the numbness and the faint prickling in her limbs before she felt the tightness of restraints shackling her ankles, waist, and wrists. Then, her situation quickly became clear when the terrified woman began to struggle and she took notice of the tiny puddles of scarlet dotting the ceiling above her, or rather, below her.
Ukraine was hanging literally by threads, by rope so tightly binding her that the friction had not only cut off her circulation, but had also cut into her skin in places and had drawn blood. Tears began streaming from down her cheeks and just as she was about to find her voice and scream, another obstruction became known, her mouth was tightly bound as well with what felt and tasted like an old, dirty piece of cloth. Terror seized Kat’s body and she had ceased any more forms of movement and her wide blue eyes instead settled on staring at the floor many feet below her; if she fell, it would be to her death. The barn’s interior was heavily cast with dark shadows save for the sparse light the few high windows gave off, with the scents of mildew, mod, and damp rot thickening the stale air. Ukraine was helpless. Helpless confused, terrified, sore, and darkly pessimistic. Who was going to save her? There was no way she could save herself and no one to her knowledge knew where she was. She had been trying in fact to find some sort of recognizable, friendly life form when she had been sucked into this godforsaken place but the bare fact was that she could die in this place and no one would ever be the wiser. She was going to die strung up like an abandoned puppet.
All she could do was cry, quietly, relentlessly, and hopelessly. From her prior struggling, her ropes were in a slight swaying and the swinging ground combined with her crying, pain, and fear made her tired and sleepy. She thought that if perhaps she fell asleep, she’d wake up at hope with the sun kissing her face and the smell of her ripe garden wafting in through her open bedroom window. Or perhaps she wouldn’t wake up at all and would instead be transported to that other place where fallen countries went to because, even that would be better than this barn of misery and hell. Kat’s eyes narrowed not with anger, but with emptiness. She was giving up, just like that, with her writes, stomach, and ankles bleeding, her limbs numb beyond feeling, her face wet with her tears, she was giving up. No one was going to come and save her, no one cared…
"It is me! Can you hear me?"
An electric thought shot through Kat. That voice, that sweet, deep, and familiar voice it was, no it couldn’t be. It was a trick! How on earth could her brother know she was there? It was… impossible. She had been alone she was alone! No, no! It was a trick, he wasn’t real it was this place! It played with your head until you were at your wit’s end. She was already so tired and hurting so bad, and possibly could have hit her head. No, Russia at the door, he wasn’t there to save her, her baby brother was somewhere far away somewhere safe, with Belarus. Her weeping intensified all the same, her moans and sobbing muffled from the gag in her mouth, and as much as Ukraine kept telling herself over and over that Russia’s voice had been an illusion, there was still a small flame in her heart that he actually was there to help her.
Suddenly, the barn became alive with sound. Banging and rattling filled the air, disturbing the eerie silence, causing Kat utter a muffled shriek. Painfully turning her head towards the doors and her eyes widened even more when she saw them shaking. Oh god… Not again. The first thought that popped into the woman’s mind was that the barn, the building, was taking in another victim. The doors banged violently, almost as if some great force was throwing itself at the exterior and whatever the force was, certainly was strong. Dust particles dormant for decades suddenly were cascading from rafters, beams, and corners. The structure itself seemed to groan, as if annoyed from the banging at its door, and though she hadn’t moved, the ropes holding Ukraine in the air began to sway suddenly, as if the building was shuddering in anger.
A foolish notion, a crazy thought, surely she was going insane and while in this place, insanity was not only a possibility but also possibly a blessing. The woman, hanging twenty feet in the air by nothing but six rotting ropes, closed her eyes tight and thought of her brother, her sister, her country, and her life. The banging at the doors continued, oh how she wanted them to stop. Flexing her tingling fingers, more blood seeped from the socked ropes abound her wrists and dripped to the floor. Her ankles at least were protected by her leather boots and she could not tell her waist too was bleeding, not that this all mattered. Her shoulders were burning with agony at the strain of her dangle and there was a chill in the air that was too cold to be natural and yet, the door continued to shake.
"Oтвет для меня..!"
‘Brata?’
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Post by ru on Aug 14, 2012 0:29:04 GMT -6
Ivan hadn't yet pulled away after that move, still with his shoulder pressed against the persistently shut pair of doors, bringing himself to lean limply against them as he let thought take over. Take a chance to try calming down, not let this horrid thought get the best of him, succumb to the fact that this also had to be a trick being played on him. He hadn't heard a response, after all. Katyusha was not here and therefore she was somewhere else and she was alive, don't you dare think otherwise, he assured himself. He still couldn't help shuddering, hunching his shoulders down as a shaky breath fell loose from him, the vapor visible in the chilled air and disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared. His body began to slump, eyes locked ahead of him as he planned on moving on and where exactly he would be going next. Reluctant as he was to leave, there was little for him to do here if he hadn't found what he was looking for, or hoping not to see, really. But those screams had to come from somewhere.
The abrupt burst of inanimate response from the building nearly gave him a fright, hearing the barn creak and moan in response to the forceful pushes he had given it just earlier, swaying and shaking and looking on the verge of imploding upon itself. The feeble noises had broken the striking silence that had loomed since his pleading voice last left him, almost coming to life as if it were one of the fellow monsters that prowled around these acres. He took a few steps back and, just barely managing to keep himself from tripping, jerked his head up to gape at the aching building before him. He was on his heels, wanting to turn around and flee before any damage was done, even if he didn't want to abandon the possibility that his sister was inside there; when he had heard it.
"Brata?"
Her voice sounded so broken, so terribly broken and brimming with her tears, choked up and muffled as if something was restricting it from calling out. She sounded desperate and hopeful and in need of help, and that was enough to make him feel weak again. He spit out a quick response so Katya wouldn't worry over his silence, his own voice so overcome with panic that he couldn't quite force it down.
"I am here sestra, I--"
Just then the doors suddenly jerked apart and swung open to reveal the depths of the dark interior they had been keeping him from entering, and something else from within slithered out to take hold of him before he could finish his sentence. Vine-like ropes wrapped around the Russian's legs in an excruciating grip, pulling at him once they had him captured, nipping at his skin through the fabric of his pants. "O-oi, nyet!" Their force outweighed his own and he found himself immobile, falling to his back with a hard thump against the ground, hands unthinkingly trying to grasp at whatever would do him justice - though nothing did. There was only the dirt, twigs and dead leaves that he could try digging his fingers into, though that did just as little. Legs helplessly thrashing, his fingernails scraped into the dirt as he was being dragged into the violent barn like it was nothing, and before he knew it the outside world had disappeared from around him and the doors of the barn slammed shut with a last loud boom.
A rush of blood flow coursed through his legs once the vines slowly uncoiled and retreated back to where they had spawned from, restoring his circulation. The jerk of pain now surging through his body was rendered less important as he pushed himself back onto his feet, trying to focus on straining to see through the dark of the barn, though the shock of what had just happened to him hadn't yet swept away. Dirt was caked underneath his fingernails now, undoubtedly having dirtied his back and speckled a little in his hair. His unoccupied hand lifted to brush it off, taking another step forward as violet eyes quickly scanned what portions of the barn's interior the moonlight allowed him to see - when a spout of muffled noises were heard from above him.
His eyes rolled up and his neck craned back at an angle, staring in awe at just how high above him the barn ceiling stretched, the abundance of cobwebs and old rotted vines and wood, the dangling human-like figure that the streams of light allowed him to see. Before he could even react, there was a piddle sound from below him, like the dripping of liquid into an already gathered puddle. Ivan looked back down to see that a splatter of blood had already fallen on and stained the light fabric of his shirt, the rest of it pooled in little spots of dark red around his feet.
Russia felt like choking then. His body felt feverish despite the cold in the stale, repulsive air, left staring down at the puddles of blood he was just about standing on, as if reluctant to pull his gaze away and back up to his sister.
"You... You are bleedink.." he managed out, forcing himself to step back and away from the messes, tossing his gaze back up to the Ukrainian woman. His hand was gripped so tightly around his iron pipe that his knuckles had turned white. It was pointless, the natural urge to cause harm to whomever had posed a threat or done damage to either of his siblings. But this time it was no one, it was something, and it killed him that he couldn't quite do anything about it - except vent out anger, perhaps, but that wouldn't do him any good yet.
He could just barely make out Ukraine's pained expression considering how high of a distance there was between them, and he felt so utterly hopeless here on solid ground, where it was impossible to reach or find a way up. Nonetheless, he was desperately looking everywhere for solutions, a hand pressed to the side of his head as if trying to keep himself sane and composed that way. He tried for a calm voice, but he couldn't tell himself how it ended up sounding. "H-how dit this.. c-can you moof at all, Katya? Is there any way to break loose?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2012 19:00:51 GMT -6
“Nee! Ivan!” She cried out, tears falling heavily as she could only watched as her dear little brother was sucked in as she had been. She could only shake her head in despair, saying no over and over. Not Ivan, not her Russia, her sweet, loving and strong Russia. The great doors slammed shut once more, the shockwave rattling her to the bones and made her blood freeze over. She hung real still though her eyes never left the much to small figure of her brother standing the many feet below her in the dim light. He looked so shocked, his usual smile gone just as hers was, and she fidgeted a bit in the attempt to try and hold him close into a soothing hug. Though, that was impossible.
"You... You are bleedink.."
“Tak, brata… but, I ok. R-really.” Her attempt at a brave voice sounded pathetic, her tone barely increasing above a whisper and the smile she tried to pull off only made her dry lips crack. Looking down at her brother, so distraught looking in the dim light, Katyusha’s mind stirred up the memory of a child Ivan pulling at her skirts as she tried to bake him and their sister Belarus some bread. Kat could almost smell the bread, the crispness of that day, and it did nothing to dispel the tears from falling even heavier it that was possible. Still, she kept her sobbing at bay though it gave her a headache and made her shake.
She would not let Russia see her cry… she had to be strong for him! Right?
"H-how dit this.. c-can you moof at all, Katya? Is there any way to break loose?"
She frowned, closing her eyes and tucking her chin in close to her collarbone. How could he tell him? She could have lived, metaphorically, with dying but not in front of her brother. No, please not that. Pouting out her lower lip, she reopened her eyes into slits, not looking at her brother at first, but eventually she did though with a deep sorrow imprinted within her face and eyes. She opened her mouth but couldn’t find the words. All around her was stillness and the burning and numbness sin her limbs was excruciating. Still, she sighed, a painful sound, and spoke in a low voice.
“Brata. If I move… I fall… Break loose means I fall. There nothing to do….” The words managed to come out unheeded but the sounds of sobbing soon filled the belly fo the barn. So much for not crying in front of Russia, not like she had never cried in front oh him in the past. In her position, she couldn’t really be the elder sibling and comfort Ivan.
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Post by ru on Sept 18, 2012 16:55:30 GMT -6
He felt he could hear those tears through the strain in the woman's voice, and the mere sound of her made another harsh chill course through his body. Neverminding the sharp aching in his neck from how far back he was straining it, he kept his eyes locked on what he could see of the woman so far above him, pulling his hands out of his hair to clutch them back into fists.
He could have cursed himself for not finding his sister earlier, not directing her away from this mess before it started. She was innocent by nature, he knew, unlikely that she had a clear idea of where she was going.. the idea of her being the one to get wrapped up in this predicament was too tortuous of an idea to register, though the reality of it was crashing down on him all at once. She was speaking directly to him now, the first time in he couldn't remember how long, and all he could hear was her distress and fear. Ivan's lips quivered, though he was doing what he could to keep up a better fight against the tears as well.
Nostalgic memories didn't come to him, as much as he'd want them to, and his mind only ran rampant with the most dreary of thoughts, as if he was so suddenly being punished for something he might've done all at once. With the thought of losing someone else to beloved to him, he might as well collapse then and there; though he knew he couldn't let that happen, that he had to be just as equally strong in front of Katyusha.
And hearing the feeble reply from his sister, the rest of his body began to shake as well. He didn't want her to lie to herself, though at the same time, wanted to stay positive to reassure them both that she really was okay.. swallowing thickly, Ivan maintained eye contact, watching the desperate expression in his sister's face and the weak smile she tried to conjure. He had to project his voice given their distance apart, echoing along the barn walls and only accentuating how broken it was. "S-sestra... I am not leavink here until you are free. We will fint way.. w-we will leaff ant fint an escape, everythink will be better. Ya obeshchayu.."
He immediately felt a wave of panic when the Ukrainian broke their gaze and turned her head away from him, just barely noticing that her eyes had closed up.. he impatiently awaited for her to look back at him, the faintest of whimpers escaping the taller man's throat. "Katya..--" He stopped himself short the moment he heard the barn burst back to life with the sound of the blonde woman's sobbing, the Russian feeling what was like the stab of a knife through his heart. Though as much as he wanted to cry himself, he quickly put up a stronger facade, despite the look of despair and desperation in Ukraine's baby blue eyes, the pleasant and precious face he'd always admired.
"Do not cry, sestra, p-please stop.." He didn't want to be stern, but instinct told him not to succumb to everything he was feeling, lest he would lose himself and both of them would end up in a loss of what to do. He could no longer hold his gaze on her either, though, quickly directing his eyes down toward the floor and squeezing them shut. His breathing had gone unsteady, mind racking to think of what it was he would do now, though Katya's pleading words made the idea snap.
Looking up again, he took a step forward so he was almost leveled with the dangling woman, pulling his hands apart and steadily holding his arms out in front of him. "Then you fall ant I will catch you. Da..? C-can you try that now?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2012 13:42:03 GMT -6
As always, the stern order of her younger brother struck through Ukraine’s miserable status and she tucked in her lower lip to force herself to stop crying and she tear-stricken eyes focused on Ivan. He sounded so unsure of what to do that that in itself broke Katyusha’s heart. Painfully and stiffly she lifted her head to wipe her cheek on her shoulder, an attempt to rid some of the salt from her tears from her soft skin. Her brother, as always, was right and she was just one, big crybaby who was crying when she should be trying to be proactive and try and get herself out of her situation, but how?
When Russia spoke, his voce carrying over the space in between them, Kat’s eyes went wide and she swayed a bit as she physically flinched from the suggestion. Fall into his arms? Was he serious? From this height she could seriously hurt him if they did that. She knew that he was strong and it took a lot to hurt him, but she didn’t want to hurt him! She began shaking her head back and forth, mulling over the thought, and she opened her mouth to protest but the determination she saw in Ivan’s dimly lighted face froze any words from passing her lips. Instead, she began to twist her head around, looking for something and anything in the musty and old barn that could possibly help them. She ignored the shocks and needles that coursed through her body from the actions until she saw something that might just work.
Looking back down at Russia, a short sway holding her strung up self, she informed him of her idea. “Brata! In corner over there is straw. If you vant me to… t-to fall and you catch, first make bed of straw! I no vant to hurt you and straw vill help soften landing”. Her voice, surprisingly came out stronger than anything she could have hoped for, so much so that it sounded just as authoritative as her brother’s; an elder sibling telling her younger what should be done. From then on, if everything went right, she dared to think that she may end up okay, maybe them both a little bruised from her falling, and her wrists would need to be cleaned and her limbs would need to have circulation brought back into them but… A loud snapped echoed throughout the barn followed back Ukraine’s squeal as her left leg suddenly dropped. The rope that had been attached to it fell from the ceiling so now the long cord streamed down from her ankle and to the floor. The whole incident left Ukraine struggling to lift her leg and truly shaken up, making her sway even more.
She managed to rest her boot on the back of her other leg, her eyes shut tight from the soreness of the movement but a dulling groaning forced her eyes open and she looked up. She knew what that sound was… it was of rope threads breaking and making her suspension on a time limit. It would seem that whether she liked it or not, she would be falling. “Russia hurry!” She shouted, her voice pitched with freight and a sense of urgency hung in her syllables. How much time they had, now there was a good question but she knew that it was little.
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Post by ru on Nov 22, 2012 1:44:33 GMT -6
The concern over his own safety hadn't crossed his mind in the least. His mind had fallen absent from all thoughts but saving the Ukrainian, catching her securely in extended arms, carrying her from here to safety distancing the barn. It might have been a hopeless idea, crushed by the dark circumstances of the situation - but such hopeful dreams had always been what he relied on. Getting hurt wouldn't be a matter so long as the same was not mirrored onto her, any worse than what has already been inflicted. Perhaps it was unintelligent, but his mind had long since been running on panic and ignoring all else.
The wait for her approval was almost agonizing, and seeing her own panicked response didn't make matters any better; he roughly bit down on his bottom lip, assuming that the older woman was looking for any solution but the one he had suggested. He was just about to bark another round of reassuring words, when the bed of straw was mentioned, another thing he hadn't previously thought of. Irate eyes followed the woman's own toward the piles of hay, swallowing thickly past a scratchy throat. He wanted to speak, though he forced himself to act more rationally, doing as he was told without a nick of time wasted.
Still, there was a sort of hesitance in leaving the spot underneath Ukraine. He returned one last worried glance up at her, afraid that her fall would come true the moment he stepped away.. hearing the snap made him jolt, adrenaline making his decision for him and leading him in the direction of the straw. With a curse he sprinted over to the corner of the barn, ignoring the waves of cold shivers rushing through him and the clamminess of his hands to bend down, gathering a thick roll of straw into burly arms. The continued sounds of snapping vines and creaking persisted his nerves, the Russian's body shaking by the time he was carting the straw back over to where he was prior.
He nodded hurriedly, casting another glance up past those shadows to check the woman's condition; though it was rather hard to see just how securely attached she was now. Regardless, he was hurrying as quickly as he could, pushed again by the mere sound of his sister's cry - the thick bushel he had gathered up was quickly thrown down onto the hard ground for padding, his arms ascended back into a readied position that was hopefully just in time for that imminent fall. Hopefully his panic wouldn't break his strength, and hopefully he was in the correct spot not to fail this.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 12:13:49 GMT -6
Ukraine couldn’t slow her heart, she couldn’t stop trembling terribly, and she couldn’t stop crying. Russia was gone from her sight, but she could hear him, but the loss of his image set her heart on fire, making her chest hurt and she frantically tried to relocate his figure in the dim, darkness of the barn’s shadows. In her time once again alone, suspended over open floor, she regretted sending him away, maybe his plan would be fin without additional safety precautions, maybe everything would turn out all right and they would be fine, maybe…
Another loud snap resonated through the barn and Ukraine’s right arm fell. She managed to refrain from screaming and froze completely but over the thunder of the blood in her ears, she knew it had begun. Her time as a puppet was quickly drawing to an end and more sounds of threads snapping and fraying making her jerk dangerously, Ukraine desperately looked for Russia and thankfully, he reappeared with a huge bale of old straw which he throw on the floor beneath her. Seeing him made her both smile and cry harder; they both knew what was about to happen… and then it did. First the rope supporting her remaining leg snapped, causing her legs to falls and the force made her waist rope snap and gravity did the rest. Her stomach flipped nauseously from the momentum and Ukraine screamed in surprise and pain when her whole weight was caught by the single rope holding her left arm; the rope tightened and the vibration sound echoed through the interior.
The pain was intense, she thought she might faint, and she wailed so loudly, now wanting for this whole ordeal to just end and for the rope to snap already. She hoped Russia would be okay, she hoped that he would catch her and be unharmed but she just wanted this all to end. Blood was beginning to run down her arm from where the rope had cut into her flesh, making her white sleeve dark with crimson. Her shoulder throbbed and felt so strained, making her toes curl from the pain. With her perspective changed, Kat now could look up at her ropes without straining her neck, though the muscles in her neck were already tight and strained. The last remained cord looked almost thinker than the others had been and no further sounds of fraying could be heard. Did this mean only her wrist now reduced her to hanging? Well…. Ukraine had a decision to make and with trembling lips, her wet their chapped condition with her tongue and as she slowly raised her free, aching arm, she said down to her brother.
“I-Ivan…. I… I come now…” her last word came just as her fingers came in contact with the rope and with slight pressure, the rope slipped over her hand, slick, from blood, and Katyusha blinked and gasped when she began to fall, fall into darkness, and Ukraine’s world turned to black as she lost consciousness.
(If you want Rus, your next post can be when they get separated so we can start the Turk/ Ukr/ Rus thread soon? Your choice! ^^)
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Post by ru on Feb 19, 2013 20:15:31 GMT -6
He wanted to scream and curse at all those ropes for trapping his sister in the first place, and they only served to strengthen his panic as such loud snaps sounded out through the barn, signaling to him that he was being timed. Katyusha's wailing was even harder to endure, and he didn't even realize at first that he had succumbed to crying himself, knees weak as an outcome of how disheveled he was, standing here a blubbering and helpless mess as his elder sibling suffered from so high above him.
“I-Ivan…. I… I come now…” He swallowed a lingering knot in his throat, glancing up in time to see Katyusha's body rapidly nearing his level. He didn't have time to get any words out once the woman came in contact with his arms, the momentum of her weight from such a height up sending him crashing down onto the bays of hale with her - usually he would be able to hold that weight up, though his limbs felt as if they had lost all strength from his earlier fight with the vines and just how defeated he was from all this panic and fear. The hay did well to cushion their collision with the otherwise hard floor, and immediately Ivan curled his arms around Katyusha in a secure, comforting hold, not yet realizing that she had lost consciousness.
"S-see, I tolt you.. I promiset you can trust me." He attempted a smile, bending himself down to curl himself around the woman's body, reaching his hands up to brush gently against the Ukrainian's wounds, letting the sleeve of his coat soak up any blood. But he knew their first course of action should be to get out of here now; who knew what else the barn would do to them were they to stay. Though at the same time he wanted to stay and nurse her until she was in better health, yet he knew against his better judgment that it would be best to find somewhere safer and cozier to heal her up.
He shifts his arm again, coiling one around Katyusha's waist and the other underneath her knees, intending to carry her bridal style.. though something was keeping Ivan from standing up. "Nn.." He was struggling to even move now, feeling his grip on his sister slowly begin to fade away to nothing - all strength was slowly beginning to slip from his limbs. The Russian nation blinked in confusion, though at the same time his mind was becoming cloudy with fog, his vision fading as if he were becoming unconscious.
"I will.. I.." He was woozy now, barely able to keep violet eyes open or keep himself upright. His body toppled over again, coming to slump beside Katyusha's, still with weakened arms wrapped loosely around her. With a few resisting blinks of his eyes, he watched helplessly as everything around him faded to gray, head light as if he were falling asleep, his words falling with weak breath. He tried to cling closer to Ukraine, keeping her in his sight and in his reach, checking to see if she was awake yet before he was taken in by this unknown sleepy force. "I loff.. you.." And consciousness slipped from him completely, two bodies lying limp on the hay without any knowledge that they'd no longer have each other upon waking.
[God I'm sorry.. but there, this thread is now finished. ;w;]
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