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Post by can on Aug 25, 2012 11:35:59 GMT -6
»-- CANADA --«
»» i'm gonna feel a peace in me «« »» i'm gonna feel at home «« »» i'm gonna make this cloud above me disappear «« »» be gone ««
[/blockquote] »» Heavy, long shadows spreading across the terrain like there was no tomorrow, wisps of barely visible clouds lurking in the sky, brushing on by with assistance from the chilling breeze. Those were single, simple things that represented the kind of night that had fallen upon the grounds of the manor, the unrelenting darkness posing a threat to vision, whereas the hard surface beneath shoes would provide ambient sound to the ears it would reach, creating a world which wasn't completely sound-free, but still creepy and silent despite the fact there were actually noises. One could guess that it were in the middle of winter, using the fact it was absolutely freezing out to explain why, but that was anything but the truth, for the season currently laid spread across summer, however beginning to branch toward autumn. The way the trees still bore leaves, those said pieces of nature rustling in the heavy breeze, they were a dead giveaway of the current time of year, something no one could deny, as the fact was something everyone probably knew. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Now he was not one to be bugged by the cold, in fact Matthew was someone who would greatly prefer the cold over hot, but even he had to admit it was uncomfortable to be out in chilly weather without the proper appeal, for the ragged clothing he currently wore upon his lithe frame provided little in keeping him warm, the nagging wind bringing shivers down his spine almost as soon as it began to strike him. Normally he would be quite fond of this sort of weather, but he found no joy in the cool breeze, the darkness that surrounded the area around him, almost wishing he were back inside, within the walls of the actual building, which lied far beyond his sight behind him, the nightfall and drifting fog giving him no ability to see the structure a long ways behind himself. Though he was disliking the weather he was encased with, he did not turn back, not make a move to head around toward the mansion, instead pressing on, arms clutching one another, as his scratched up boots scuffed along the ground, the only sound he could hear over the whistling of the wind. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Could he see at all? Well, there was some sense of vision, for he was able to make out the shapes of trees and shrubbery, but for such things as being able to make out certain features of those plants of nature, well it was easy to say he was unable to tell what sort of bark one tree had compared to the next, and it would be an understatement to say he could see well. But, did that stop him from continuing on; of course it did not, as he never once turned around completely, not pausing to ponder his decision to wander outside of the mansion itself once again. He had done such a thing a number of times, always basked in the hope he would escape, yet always coming up empty, never able to find the way out, unable to receive any clues as well, something which drew to be incredibly irritating, but it had yet to stop him from trying. Maybe he was just desperate, drawn to resorts such as wandering aimlessly, or maybe somewhere in his subconscious, he knew just what he was doing, but unsure how to get it to work out. Whatever the real reason was, it was something he was not exactly aware of, and whether or not he ever would be, that was a question that would only be answered with a great amount of time. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» A sigh escaped his lips, white puffy breath of air brushing out from his mouth and dissolving into the air, as he hugged himself tighter for warmth, dull violet gaze dimly examining the dark space before him, steps slow and cautious, yet holding a decent pace, one which hardly changed as he pressed forwards, lips moving just slightly with unspoken words, mind a flurry of thoughts and memories. Blonde hair lightly flickering across his face with help from the wind, whipping around lightly, yet noticeably, soundless compared to the sounds brought to his ears. His fingers twitched just slightly, still remaining clutched to the tattered sleeves of the long-sleeved shirt he currently wore, body stiffening against a particularly strong burst of wind, pace freezing for a slight moment as he lost track of what he was currently attempting, boots crunching on the basically frozen surface beneath him. He blinked, once, twice, before continuing onward as if he had never stopped, gaze never leaving the seemingly bare space before him, the darkness giving nearly no hint to anything that could lay before him. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It was probably a bad idea for him to be doing such a thing, as what he was currently doing, for he was weaponless, currently wielding no food nor drink, wearing clothing that could pose as over-worn and ready to be replaced. But did he honestly care, well, it was very easy to tell he really did not. Probably not in the best shape of mind, only thoughts crossing his head being the wonders of where certain others were, if anyone had been lost to the monsters of the mansion, or other forces which could render one useless, or down. Was his family alright, the ones he deeply cared about? What about those like himself that he honestly cared about a whole lot? Or even those he didn't know well; he didn't want anyone to be trapped, stuck, or on their death bed, for no one deserved anything he had seen that had happened within the manor, not wanting the stories he had heard from those he had encountered to grow. He just wanted all those trapped to be safe, and if he was to be the one to find the route to safety, even if it were a huge risk for himself, he was going to take it. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Matthew let out a chuckle, a dull, hollow-sounding noise, which was quickly accompanied with one of his hands brushing along his face lightly, head shaking side to side faintly as he paused once again in his task, very thin smile spreading across his face, eyes closing briefly before opening right back up, as his hand dropped from his face. "I'm going the wrong way." He muttered to no real person in particular, more to himself and just out to the world than anything, the strange sense of amusement from that fact something which could be called strange, but it was as real of an emotion as any others he bore. Both hands dropping to his side, he pondered the next choice of action, the next course he would take, whether continuing the way he was currently going was the better bet, or if going the way he believed was the correct one was better. He wasn't actually going a wrong or right way, but it was more just a sudden feeling he got, a sudden realization that he wasn't where he wanted to be having hit him; for there was no real right way when attempting escape, as no one knew where or when such a thing would grow to be possible. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» A sigh was the next sound that escaped his mouth, shoulders sagging slightly as he took off his battered glasses for a moment, rubbing at his eyes and taking in the sounds around him, the atmosphere. It hadn't changed hardly at all since he had made his way out of the building once again, a number which he had lost track of; the wind strength being one of the only things to have changed, as it seemed to be growing a bit stronger with the passing minutes, only increasing the cold that encased the land around him. The ground beneath him had become slippery only moments before, currently making tiny crackling sounds, those noises joined by the whistling of the breeze past his ears, along with the gentle fluttering of the leaves from trees and bushes, something which sounded a bit of a distance away from him, yet as close as it could be. There came no sounds from bugs or birds, not that he was thinking about such a thing, but something deep within his mind was confused by such a factor, yet it was not brought to the front, not raising any great concern, or hardly any at all. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Did he have a clue where he was? No, that was something he truly did not have, feeling as lost as ever. But, in all reality, he never felt like he knew where he was in the mansion, the twisting walls within the building, or the long, outstretched areas of the grounds giving no comfort or perfect idea of where one was. It was almost like something could nab the sense of direction, encasing the world with a certain feeling of loss, of desolation. In fact he had never felt as lonely as he had before he had gone into the manor and realized what was beginning to happen; and it was why he was determined to believe it was all a prank on him. He had yet to give up on that idea, and that was one of the main reasons why he was unafraid to wander the grounds after nightfall, appearing to be uncaring whether or not monsters and the sort could be lurking around. It could seem like he was asking for a death wish, seeking something, but the truth was he was just honestly waiting out the prank, or waiting to find someone who would spill the beans and tell him what was up/ [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Despite that, he couldn't help but wonder just how the others were able to make it seem so real, for some of the descriptions he had heard, the monsters he had seen, they were just so real. Those were the things that would shake his thought about it all being just a joke, but he also could no just throw away that idea, and that was why he was determined to figure it all out. If only he knew how real all of it was, how his current thought about it all could affect the chances he had of survival. But, maybe that was something that would come to him with certain events that were to happen; for he was slowly beginning to get the idea, gradually, but he was still hesitant to admit it was all not pretend. Deep down he knew the truth, that he was in real trouble within the grounds of the mansion, and only time would bring it out for him to face and realize completely, something which hopefully would happen soon, before it would draw too late for the Canadian. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "It's too cold..." He whispered into the night, remaining practically motionless, except for the turning of his head, as the unique pair of eyes he carried scanned the dark landscape, only able to make out a number of figures, something which brought a feeling of loneliness suddenly upon him, the faint smile he had previously been wearing dissolving into a frown, shifting just slightly, ground beneath him making a small crinkling noise once again, something which just barely reached his ears. It was funny how suddenly putting more attention into his surroundings provided him with unwanted feelings and unease, the uneasiness he felt from the realization he was alone being clear in the way his fists clenched slightly at his sides, before unclenching, eyes continuing to scan the area. Although he wished it wasn't so dark or lonely, he also held onto a sort of fear, worried that may he was actually completely surrounded, the darkness coming from black monsters instead of nightfall. That sudden thought spiked a bit of panic into him, and it was what caused some more movement, as Matthew turned back to continuing onward, wrapping his arms back up tightly again. If only he paid attention to how loud he was being, instead of holding his mind in the worries. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Post by Mexico on Aug 25, 2012 13:24:56 GMT -6
All around were the torn out walls, worn out windows, silent echoes of the place within. The wind blowing through the brick buildings. Glass stains that moved slowly back and forth, back and forth, hanging. The creaking sounds made it look like they were gonna fall. Give in to the air that moved them and just let go. So this is how the Manor looked from outside. The building was old. It looked like it concealed the beauty of what it once was. People aren't the only things that change with time. Things do too. When we lose interest in them, they age, they start to disappear, until it is clear no one cares for them. Mexico stared at the building. She was sitting on the wet grass, her arms wrapped around her legs, and her face barely lifted to see. She was not hiding. She was not running. Such action had become tiring. The girl did not want to fight any more monsters. And yet, it seemed that was the only thing you could do to pass the time.
It was a twisted, twisted world.
From underneath the sun, watch the traps. Trusting lies for drops of glass. Dream about something nice, as we let our hope wash the sky. Loudly sing prayers to the wind. Hope they listen when they hear you scream. Sing endlessly. Sing hopefully. Mexico sighed. It was a different view from outside. She could only see walls, not what was trapped within. If she got tired of running, it was because she lost the things she cared for, for running day and night. If she was tired of crying, it was because in tears she found no escape. If she got tired of lying, it was because the truth only hurts at the beginning. If she was tired of losing, it was because once she had drain in her loss. And time did not heal any wounds.
When you look at a building and you know what is happening inside. Mexico closed her eyes for a moment. She was calm. She was better than some of the rest. Fear was slowly leaving her body. She knew she could go on if she wanted. She had found a new strength in fear, something called rage and a desperate need for revenge. Almost bloodthirsty. Ana María tried to concentrate fully. If the Manor worked like a living being, by definition it had strengths and weaknesses. The strengths were clear. It was cruel, dangerous and spiteful. Much more than a simple bully, it was in charge of testing its guest in the most unlawful way. It could bring their fears to live, personify what it wanted if it had enough strength from the victim. But it also should have a weakness. A part of it that was vulnerable. An object was only as strong as its weakest point.
When a gust of cold air brushed through her skin, Mexico decided to get up. It was colder here than back home. Her bare shoulders could only stand as much of it. She disliked the cold for a greater and deeper meaning than the vague definition. It was another way of saying you're a long way from home. However, even if it taunted her, Mexico could not let it distract her. Holding the handle of her Machete she wondered through the outside of this mansion. She distrust everything around her to be walking barefoot. Her mind kept going with possible theories of how to defeat something with the ultimate advantage. Her ancestors were great warriors, feared by the neighboring societies. She had inherited the same short temper and even need for violence. Throughout the course of her history she had learned that numbers did not matter, but rather the methods used to weaken the opponent. Then Mexico would have to get inside the Manor once more. Reluctant thought that was. And find its heart. The place where, if she harm it, she could harm the whole body. She was sure the Manor did not work that much differently from them nations. If its greatest weapon was Fear, then the girl had to find an object of as much power and impact.
Mexico sighed. She had reached the lake. In her opinion, perhaps the safest place. Because there was water, and water always seemed to soothe her. She walked towards the edge of the lake. Taking small, measured steps. Her ankle still hurt from past conflicts, but thankfully, not so much that her ability to walk would be jeopardized. She leaned towards the water. Her reflection was of someone she had not seen in a while. It was almost a surprised to see her own chocolate brown eyes stare back at her. Her Catrina makeup was still in place. The mask that hid her from the world. But it was smushed with dried blood of the cuts in her cheek. Nothing to worry about, she was still alive. Mexico lifted the bottom of her dress ever so slightly. She would have to fix the torn edges when she got back home. Because she was getting back home. Her visit was only extended. Rather than admitting she was trapped. She took off her shoe and placed it inside the water. Just for a moment. Her weapon rested nicely next to her, ignoring the fact that leaving something like that unattended could give the opponent a fair advantage.
Ana María sighed softly. The cool water felt great against her skin. It seemed to soothe her feet almost to the point of helping it heal. For a moment she forgot. She forgot everything. Where she was and why she was there. What had happened in the time she had spent here. How every possible nightmare inside her head had once come to life, for others to see. Gone. At that moment it didn't matter. Until she heard something, or rather someone, and got up. Her Machete pointed directly towards the darkness. Firm grip. No fear. Just defensive. "Show yourself." She commanded, in a tone of voice so distant from her normal self, that undeniably meant business.
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Post by can on Sept 22, 2012 12:49:35 GMT -6
»-- CANADA --«
»» i'm gonna feel a peace in me «« »» i'm gonna feel at home «« »» i'm gonna make this cloud above me disappear «« »» be gone ««
[/blockquote] »» He used to like silence. The quiet that would come from nature or a room holding little things that made sounds, the peace that drifted along with such, relaxing the mind of the being seeking such, a truly wonderful thing. He now had grown to hate, and almost fear the little nothings that would often dance across the grounds or within the walls of the manor, for it no longer meant a nice time to read or think. No, instead it just brought forth the worry for why it was so quiet, fears and thoughts able to shoot out from being hidden or distracted when the world went silent. He hated it, yet he found himself unable to break it more than his soft voice or footsteps would provide. Maybe it was because he didn't want to bring any more attention to himself, remain invisible and safe. Or perhaps he couldn't yell out and call to those around him, voice slowly fading him as usage was something that dwindled greatly here. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» The rustling of trees and the fabric of his own clothing, the gentle crinkling of the slightly frozen ground beneath him, the uneven breaths he was giving, they were the only things that seemed willing to tackle the darkness and the uneasy peacefulness that had settled and remained. It was almost like waiting to be struck down, like a sitting target, unknowingly providing to be an easier prey to anything watching and able to spot him out from the other shapes that lurked in the darkness. But did he care? Of course he cared, at least to some extent, but the real question was did he truly, actually care whether or not he was just food or a toy to some creature ready to attack him and end what they would call a pitiful life? He did, but he also didn't; one huge conflicting ball of emotions and uncertainty that did not easily give a clear answer to such. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He didn't want to die, or give up, for he wanted to find all of the others and gather them up, but it was also growing to be this huge difficult, seemingly impossible task of which he was losing his hope for. He didn't even know who remained, who had even entered in the first place, who had died or who had escaped. And the truth was, he would never actually be able to find out, for one could provide information, but events could render it wrong. That was why he was stuck between having complete hope and caring for what was to come, and why he also had absolutely none and was just striving for reason unknown to his conscious mind; only his subconsciousness able to answer such a thing, and never actually being able to do such. No, there was always positives and negatives, and it seemed anything that presented itself could not have just one of the two, always desiring one of them. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Hands still in slightly balled fists at his side, head turning from side to side at a slow, uneven pace, studying the surroundings with uncertainty, his mind remained slightly detached from the landscape, and instead lost within the wonders, worries and questions he had yet to face or answer. What was to come and where was he to go? To face? Who was he to find or hear about? He really couldn't even take a guess, unsure how to answer those questions that lurked in his mind and heavily requested the answers he could just not provide. A little nip of the chilling wind, and he blinked, realizing he had been just staring blankly ahead for a moment as he pondered those questions, breaking himself free from the thoughts and inhaling deeply, disliking the cold still and wishing he had a bit more warmth upon his frame. But, he also didn't feel as trapped outside of the walls, so in a way, it was a good-bad situation; and that was just like any that he was presented with. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "Show yourself." The serious, sudden exclamation came almost as abruptly as the movement that had come prior to the statement, leaving him quite little time to react, turning almost instantly to the side he swore he heard the speaker from, eyes widening a bit in surprise as he took a step back, unable to completely make out the form in front of him, but also not daring to move forward to see who it was, not putting it past the being to be equipped with a weapon or something of the sort. But, the two words also posed a threat if he did not step forward to reveal who he was, and it was a struggle to figure out which was more of a hazard to him, what of the two would be safer, and which would spell a worse finale. He did not respond or move for a short given amount of time, as long as he dared to allow himself to ponder over the decision. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» A few steps forward clearly stated what he choose to do, hands clenched once again in nervousness as he did such, unsure whether it was the better of the two, but figuring he could at least see who was before him, and what weapon he was most likely being threatened with, to prepare for an attack a bit better than he had before. He honestly had expected a monster, for even if the voice was something to give clues to it being one like him, he wasn't absolutely sure, for he knew the creatures could speak as well, and the tone did not help in assisting him in finding out who it was. No, it was only when he stepped closer was he able to study the features of the being before him, and it was given away that he was not presented with a monster at least, though the machete faced his way menacingly didn't make the sight any more welcoming than a different figure would have. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Recognition hit him like a sack of bricks dropped off a building would hit another, and he blinked, realizing who it was, despite the fact she did not look the same as he had known her to be in times prior to the entering of the mansion. She looked worn, and clearly had faced fights due to the scratches littered on one of her cheeks, blood mixed in with the makeup that miraculously had survived whatever she had come across so far. He slowly raised his hands, which drew uncurled from themselves, in an act to show he was unarmed and not a threat, doing such for a short moment to make sure she had seen the motion, before he hesitantly let them fall back down to his sides, though remaining a bit tense and ready for flight if the situation showed he had to do such. "Mexico," He hesitated again, this time with his speech, studying her as he struggled for words. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He was still slightly lost within his own thoughts, and they were clouding his ability to think of and speak sentences that would provide things to say, and so it took him an extra burst of time to bring himself forth to say something. "You..." A pause. "What are you doing out here?" What a question to ask, for it was one that could very easily be reflected back at him, and he would be unable to provide an answer, and he sure would not be surprised if she showed to have nothing to give in response as well. But, it was the only thing he could think to say, and so he had done just that, remaining still and ready to back away if the situation changed and he had to dodge weaponry. He didn't think Ana Maria would attack him, but he also did not put anything past her at this point. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It was not that he thought she was someone who would attack right off the bat, or that they had a bad relationship. No, it was anything but that; for he was aware that the mansion changed them, himself included, even if they tried to fight it. They all were not the same they had been when they had entered, or before that even, and so he found it hard to instantly throw the trust out there. He had trust, yes, as shown by the fact he had stepped forward instead of taking another course of action, and as well that he had yet to say anything that should show he didn't trust her, but he was also just playing it safe, for both his own safety and hers. Sure he was weaponless, but that did not mean he didn't know how to use his fists, or those the others held against themselves. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He was for sure more jumpy and uncertain than he used to be, if he was already contemplating how to dodge and use her weapon against her, ready for such a thing to happen. Whether it was for the worst or the best, he could not even guess, for it was something good against things that would actually pose a hazard to him, but it also lashed bad when he was alone or with those he really should trust and know he was safe with. Though, given a few moments of proof that he was alright with someone like himself, and it was almost a given he would warm up and stop being tense and ready to attack back. He just hoped he wouldn't have to find a way to dodge and launch at her, for she was a good friend of his, and he really did not want to be the one to lie more scratches, or worse, upon her body. 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Post by Mexico on Sept 23, 2012 18:55:25 GMT -6
Sometimes you wonder how a person can grow to become something they're not. How hate starts to build inside of them, looking for a way to get out. When resentment, rage, distrust, sadness, depression and darkness are just their daily emotions, which they can't even fully comprehend because they're not used to them. They eat slowly at hearts, and tearing them away seems physically painful than just let them be.
In truth, Mexico didn't know what to expect. Her question was raised purely in means of protection. She didn't think it through. Her arms, her legs, everything felt hollow. For a moment, not enough strength to keep the aura of protection she had settled upon herself. As she held her weapon firmly unto the space between herself and her opponent, she wondered what would happen next. What if it was a creature? A monster here to rip her unto pieces. She had just won a fight. Her endurance was tracing the limit. She knew she wouldn't be able to stand it if whatever laid in front of her possessed a threat. But she had no choice. When you give more than you think is possible, that's when you survive. That's how you stay alive. Holding it together when it would understandable if you fell apart.
Her body ached in ways she didn't know where possible. Mexico was no stranger to war, or bloodshed or pain. She knew and understood what going to war was and how it felt. She had survived what had seemed hopeless. She had fought against world powers, even when the odds were against her. She had laid in despair when it seemed to be the end of times. It made her wonder, if she had survived when it seemed undeniable that she failed. how come in this place she was hopeless? What factor reigned that made the Manor so invincible and them, nations, so weak. There was only one explanation that seemed reasonable, at least to her. They were human. Here, their abilities and strengths were limited. So much was clear by the simple example of their newly acquired mortality. They could actually die. Something, none of them had thought possible.
And because she was mortal, the wounds of her body hurt more, the blood was thicker, and everything around her felt sharper. If she had to attack she would simply have to suck it up and hope for the best. Mexico wondered about ways in which she could maintain the limited strength she had left. She was used to live under a limited supply of food. But limited did not mean no supply. Ana María had grown accustomed to the painful headaches and at times mood swings that resulted from starving. But it was a dangerous state. For it sometimes blurred her mind, trapped her inside the growing insanity of her mind and drove her to do things she wouldn't do on a regular basis. It was like living under the influence of something more powerful than freewill. And that alone, was unbearable for a creature that lived and ruled for her sovereignty.
Ana María's expression was harsh, and intimidating. If looks could kill, they said. And she meant it. For whoever stepped in front of her deserved no mercy.
"Mexico. You... What are you doing out here?" The question took her by surprise, but even more so the voice from where it came from. Before she could fully react the shadow of her opponent came to live. It was no monster, or creature of the night. It wasn't anyone potentially dangerous. It was just... Canada? For a moment, Ana María couldn't believe her eyes. Believe that it was someone she knew. Someone like her. For a moment she wanted to drop her weapon and dance in joy. Run towards him and hug him because he was one of the few pieces she had left about a life she once knew.
For a moment. Because then she remembered appearances could and where deceiving. How was she entirely sure that the person standing before her was in fact Canada? What if this was another trick? Her fight with the monster, barely moments ago, was a remainder that nothing was what it seemed. Her trust was pushed aside and hidden behind the remote and isolated parts of her mind, where she never bothered to travel to. She couldn't trust he was who he said he was. She needed to be sure.
Mexico raised her weapon and pointed it even more threatening towards him. She frowned, and her expression did not cease to be intimidating. She studied him. She was tempted to grab him by the hair and press the machete against his throat, ask him to prove he was who he claimed he was. Ask him something only Canada could answer. It seemed, it was the smart thing to do. But, searching him, looking him straight in the eye, she realized such was not necessary. She wasn't sure what it was about him, but in that moment where their eyes met, Mexico was sure he was Canada. He had that thing which was Canada only. And so she lowered her weapon, and smiled.
"Canada."[/color] She exclaimed, but not loudly enough as to be considered a scream. She fought the urge to take a step closer, because she sensed that he was more nervous than usual and she didn't want to trigger a controlled reaction. "I-"[/color] But she could not continue. She frowned for a second as her eyes diverted to the ground. "I came here to try, and heal my ankle. It's hurting. But,"[/color] She turned to look at him, to inspection him carefully. Mexico was afraid that Canada was hurt. As glad as she was that he was standing live and well, she wasn't sure what would happened if he revealed he was in a much difficult position than it seemed.
Now she would've moved had her feet allowed her to. "What are you doing here? Are you well? You're not hurt, are you?"[/color] Her accent came out thicker than she was accustomed to. It was one thing to endure the pain within, but nothing could make watching her friends cringe and twist in pain any bearable. She looked at him with concern and dropped her weapon to the ground as a mean that she did not want to hurt him. Though the later was work of her subconscious.
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Post by can on Oct 1, 2012 21:03:30 GMT -6
»-- CANADA --«
»» i'm gonna feel a peace in me «« »» i'm gonna feel at home «« »» i'm gonna make this cloud above me disappear «« »» be gone ««
[/blockquote] »» In the end, it came to show that his cautiousness had been something good, paid off and had not been just a stupid uneasy feeling he laid unable to rid of. The weapon he was faced with, the machete that could cause great damage if it were to strike him at any point of his body, if it were used right, it was something which did not move for some time, remaining focused on him as staring commenced between the two figures. His violet eyes studied her own, searching her gaze and face, able to make out a mass of emotions, even from the little bit of distance between him and the other. She was clearly struggling internally with decisions, and most likely anything and everything else that presented itself, for he had no idea what she had been through, what she had seen so far, or heard about, therefor in a way, she could have it worse than anyone else had, for all he knew. He didn't know, but she didn't appear too injured; or at least any injuries were not blatantly obvious. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» The wind nagged any bare areas of skin, and he couldn't help but shiver, though not letting his guard down, arms lying tense at his side as he remained silent after the words had escaped his mouth only seconds prior, and it was only another single moment before the weapon was edged closer to him. He twitched at the sudden motion, never finding having something harmful this close to be comforting, taking a single step backwards and stiffening up even more, bringing his arms up to protect his face and chest to the best of the abilities of what such could do. He did not move further than that however, remaining where he was, ready for the strike if it were to actually happen, set in a position where he could at least attempt to dodge it, and he waited, weary eyes watching the other before him with a cautious glance, uncertain for what the next move could be, and unaware what could have been going through Ana Maria's mind at the time. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Her expression was quite something, the deep frown on her face accompanying the searching gaze she bore, eyes hard and set with determination. But such was something which did not last long, as resolve seemed to fade with sudden realization to her, and the machete was lowered, that frown being wiped away and replaced with a sudden smile. He found it hard to smile back at her, taken aback from the changes of attitude and mood, uncertain how to react or respond, relaxing a bit since he was no longer on the line of an injury, but still regarding caution around the other. "Canada." There was many emotions threaded into her voice, and he did not miss them, the loud exclamation spawning a very slight smile to play on the corner of his lips, though it did not form past that, especially after the single word that soon came with a frown from the other before him. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He was still on edge and quite anxious about all that had just happened, and he did not move forward to provide any comfort, not stepping toward her to wrap her in a tight hug, something which came to mind almost as a way to prove she was real, and that he was real to her. "I came here to try, and heal my ankle. It's hurting. But," She had shifted her gaze before she spoke, studying the ground below them though such was actually hard to see and mainly laid as a black sheet, and with the sentence spoken her eyes raised to meet his face. He tilted his head slightly in response to her answer to the question, concern flickering within him, suddenly wanting to assist her and make it better, though she could walk and something told him deep in his mind that it wasn't too bad if she was able to be mobile. For now. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He wanted to ask her what had happened, if she was hiding the injury more than what was shown before his eyes, but she beat him to the chase. "What are you doing here? Are you well? You're not hurt, are you?" It came out thickly, and although he understood what she had said, it did not go unnoticed for sure. Her words were accompanied with the weapon she held dropping to the ground, and it was then that he allowed himself to calm down from the paranoid mindset, relaxing from the tense position he had been in, to move closer to her, taking the removal of the object as a sign he was safe and she was who she claimed to be. He waved off her words as if they weren't that much, drawn to much more concern for her health than that of his own, violet eyes revealing such with their shimmering gaze as it studied her face from the closer proximity for a moment, able to take in more features he had not from the tiny distance they had only a few minutes before. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "I'm just tired." He murmured in reply to her question, speaking with honesty, for he was truly completely exhausted, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer before it decided to strike at him more than it already had. He said it as if it were nothing, and to Matthew, it wasn't too much. Injury was much worse in his mind, and if it was just minor currently, then he could possibly find a way to prevent it from getting worse. But there was also the chance it was at a state of decline already, and it was a lot worse then had been said and thought about, and such was worrying, and it was the reason he was determined to find out the causation and take a look at it himself, even if the light of the night sky - which was basically none at all - provided to be not a help in the slightest. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "What did you do to it?" He questioned seriously, watching her face, searching for any signs of pain that she could have been trying to mask, also trying to pick out any possible injuries that he had missed before, violet orbs trailing down her body for the same reason. It was just in him to want to help her, to prevent things from getting worse, to make things better if he was able to. Of course, he would need permission for such, and he would not go poking for injuries unless the situation held an absolute need for such to happen; which this did not, as they both were still standing strong, despite the heavy chill that basked the air around them. Maybe the cold was some of the reason why the injury could be hurting, was something he came to realize, for it would not surprise him if such were a reason why. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It was not that he doubted that she had hurt it, but he had no clue when it had happened, why it sprung, what the causation was, or any factors that could help him without an actual sighting of the injury. He offered her a tiny, hopefully reassuring smile, even though it was honestly empty, forced and holding no real emotion inside of it, and because of that it did not last longer than a few seconds, before it had faded again. It was hard to pretend he could smile, when he was too cold and exhausted to even truly bother, just having done so to try and make her feel more relaxed, even if his attempt was not even a good one in the slightest. "And why are you wandering out here? It wouldn't help an ankle to walk around on uneven terrain..." He said quietly, though loud enough to be heard over the breeze. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It was quite funny how he was asking and saying such things, when he would and had done the same thing himself, or at least he was quite sure he had. Any advice he could give, anything he could or would say, it was basically against anything he would do, for he knew that he would walk around on an injured ankle, if it meant there was a chance to escape. He assumed such was the same for Ana Maria, and although he actually did not know, he had some sort of feeling that he wouldn't be that far off from any reason of why she could be out wandering the grounds. Then again, it was also a question to wonder, something to ponder, for didn't they all have the same goal within the walls of the manor, the same set of ideas that they had to accomplish? [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Get their friends out, locate the exits, find out who remained, and who was no longer around. Those were at least things he desperately wanted to do, and he was quite sure that any others would feel the same. He wouldn't be surprised if the motives were just a bit different, if some wanted to get everyone else out before themselves, or if they wanted to just get out on their own, maybe to flee and never return, or bring back help. He wouldn't know such things for sure unless he asked everyone, but he could always assume; and it was something he would have to ask her later at some point, at least once they got current events and situations figured out, and they were somewhere a bit warmer, because he honestly was not a fan of this chill anymore. [/blockquote][/div][/size] OOC; Ohgeez, I hope this makes sense; kinda beyond tired and it made sense and then didn't and then did, and well, I can only hope it's understandable?[/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Post by Mexico on Oct 2, 2012 15:33:03 GMT -6
Truth was, Mexico couldn't remember much of what had happened in the past hours. Hours right? She couldn't tell. Time worked in mysterious ways. When it seemed like it was going by so quickly, it was barely an hour later. And when it seemed like it had stuck, days had passed. She wondered what day it was and the uncertainty was almost terrifying. How long had she been there? Trapped inside the Manor. Would the nations, the ones that had luckily stayed in the real world, notice their absence? Would her boss be demanding answers as to why her presence was unknown? Would her people, the one thing she truly cared about, feel like there was something missing?
It is a nagging feeling when something's missing. You know it's not there, because you can feel your heart aching and your soul searching drawer after drawer, trying to figure out exactly what is making us feel incomplete. Some people spend their whole lives without knowing what their missing. Some don't even realize it, until they find it. But for those who know what they have, and then they lose it. It's probably one of the most painful feelings in the world. It is regret. Especially when you know, it could've stayed with you. The thought always terrorized Mexico. She could've stayed. She could've replied that she couldn't come to the party and stay to do the paperwork that had been sitting at her desk for months. She could've made up any excuse as to why she wouldn't be attending. Hell, she could've simply not show up.
And then maybe she would be at home. Perhaps planning, to get those who were inside out. Perhaps. Point being, she wouldn't be there.
That regret was surely going to affect her at some point. For the time being, with every ounce of strength, she was cautious, and when there wasn't anything to be afraid of, she smiled.
"I'm just tired." The blonde nation said, but Mexico knew him better to know he was lying. She could understand why he was lying. It didn't please her, for he was her friend and when her friends were in any sort of predicament, no matter how silly or tiny their troubles were, she would want to help them. "What did you do to it?" The girl had opened her mouth to speak, but closed it the moment Canada kept going. She was about to protest that he didn't have to pull any sort of charades with her. It was clear there was something bothering him, far deeper than simple lack of rest. But ignoring his question would just incite suspicion, and she didn't want that.
Why? She was not sure. Perhaps it was the paranoia of the moment. Knowing that they would never be truly safe inside here. Mexico gulped and turned her attention to some other thing. "What did you do to it?" seemed like a question she did not wish to answer. It was tough. Not because it was hard a question to think about, but because she couldn't quite understand herself what had happened. Had that creature with whom she encountered was part of her imagination? Or very live and well? If so, why had it vanished the way it had? And why it left a key behind? To some extent, those were questions she feared she did not want to know the answer to. Mexico, frowned, but just for a second, trying to figure out what to say that would seem believable. Perhaps it was hypocritical of her, but she did not mind lie as opposed to being lied to. But nothing came to mind.
"Yo- I had an, encounter, with something. No se what it was."[/color] She said without meeting his gaze. This was, perhaps, the first time Mexico had avoided eye contact with Canada. Canada of all people! He was always understanding and quiet, and didn't judge. But this place was slowly shutting away her confidence. Confidence in her abilities. It wasn't something she enjoyed. On the contrary, she thought of it as mere weakness. But she couldn't help it. It just was. "But do not worry about it,"[/color] She said, suddenly alarmed he might take action. "I can walk. That's bueno."[/color] Mexico wasn't someone who enjoyed hospitals, or anything within the same lines. She avoided them, at all costs. She was more susceptible to fixing whatever medical issue she had with homemade remedies. That's the way her people, who had no income to afford decent health care, did. It's the way she did. The fear was irrational, of that she was sure.
"And why are you wandering out here? It wouldn't help an ankle to walk around on uneven terrain..." What was he doing? Bombing her with all this questions? Under normal circumstances she wouldn't have minded answering his doubts. She would've been happy to. Whatever seemed to be getting too personal, she would simply mask. But never before had Ana María been so uncomfortable with social interaction. She was used to a reversal role. At this moment being the object of attention didn't quite please her.
"Yo-" But she couldn't think about where to begin. She recalled what had happened, in what seemed to be the immediate past of this situation. Every memory was there. But before that, there was barely anything. She realized then, she couldn't remember. She had woken up with that horrid dream, and that was that. That was as far as her memories went. What happened before that? Why had she ended up out here? Why was she asleep? The uncertainty was terrorizing her. She hadn't thought about it until now. What had happened to her prior to her encounter with the monster. For a split second, her whole body trembled. Trembled, because they could've done as they pleased with her and she would have no recollection of what happened. No way to seek revenge.
"I don't remember!" She exclaimed, almost in horror, which she quickly disguised with simple discomfort. "All I remember is waking up by the courtyard, and then-"[/color] Pause. "And then coming here."[/color] She took a deep breath and granted him a force smiling. Trying to tell him she was better than what she looked. She didn't want him too worried, or worried at all.
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Post by can on Oct 8, 2012 18:05:27 GMT -6
»-- CANADA --«
»» i'm gonna feel a peace in me «« »» i'm gonna feel at home «« »» i'm gonna make this cloud above me disappear «« »» be gone ««
[/blockquote] »» It was hard to believe there had been a time when the mansion hadn't seemed absolutely horrible and ruthless. With time one quickly would come to discover it was probably one of the worst places they could come across, and that was something he had realized quite fast. But, upon the first entrance of the manor, it had seemed creepy due to the strange exterior, but he had been filled with excitement, looking forward to the so-claimed party that was happening within the walls. He had yet to know, or find out what lied within, and he so greatly wanted to embrace the good times that were supposedly to come. It was such a letdown to find that what was found inside was not at all what anyone had figured, but in a way it wasn't even a letdown, but more of a horror and to the dismay of those now trapped within, whether that was actually inside the structure, or the gates that bracketed said building. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He felt none of that exhilarating feeling of excitement he had at the start, not even the tiniest trace found within his body or mind, not even as deep in as one could go. He felt anything but happy or excited now, masses of unwelcome, depressing and weary feelings that had taken over long ago, in a way as heavy as carrying a sack of bricks upon his back. It was shown so clearly on his form, in his eyes and expression, and he had long since given up trying to hide the fact he was just so tired and over it all; completely over running for his life, or fighting those that wouldn't let him pass. He had those rare good moments where he would come across one that was not the evil creatures, but they were too far apart, and he had yet to find those he wanted to locate the most, which was something worrying and concerning, almost always lying present on his mind, which already had enough upon it at this point. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It was easy to see that he visibly relaxed when the machete facing him was lowered, breath he had unknowingly been holding released silently as it was dropped only a few moments later, a great relief, for he swore he would have a new injury upon his body before dawnbreak. Needless to say, it was something that almost completely gave away that the other before him was who it appeared almost undoubtedly. He still had some unease, but it was probably never to leave, no matter how long he could spend with a friendly face; for this place wouldn't let him relax, and he just couldn't trust anyone completely, a tiny piece of him always concerned with what the next motions from the others could be, and whether they would be good or bad. It didn't mean he would prevent himself from accepting the aid from them, or bring them to shelter or provide help himself for them, but he wasn't sure whether he would hold enough trust to sleep or completely relax beside those who seemed friendly. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "Yo- I had an, encounter, with something. No se what it was." That was anything but a surprise to Matthew. It seemed only reasonable that an injury would be from an encounter from something, as he had yet to hear of one getting injured from something other than the dangers of the monsters, or fleeing from such. Though he knew it would be more helpful if she knew what had been faced, for trying to figure out what the injury would be exactly would grow easier; he didn't say such, or think much about it. "But do not worry about it, I can walk. That's bueno." It was almost as if she could read his mind, for she suddenly spoke up again, timing almost perfect as his mind drew onto wondering what it could be and treatment for different kinds of injuries. He blinked, staring at her, head tilting slightly. It was then that he spoke out about the terrain, for he was truly worried about her health status, for he was well aware that the area around them was greatly sloped at points, and it would provide absolutely no help in the slightest. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Not even a word escaped her mouth before the other instantly quieted up, and he could see the way her expression suddenly changed, even in the very dim darkness they were engulfed with. Maybe the question wasn't worded the best, but he was honestly wondering and practically just speaking his mind, which lied riddled with concern for her, as she didn't seem to be any threat at all nearing this point. His weary violet gaze studied her as she seemed to think deeply, face clearly showing her troubles and uncertainty, and he remained silent, not daring to break the slight silence that had then fallen upon them and the surroundings; only the quiet chirping of crickets shattering the quiet, and even then it was such a minute amount of sound it could be classified as something that honestly did not even count. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "I don't remember! All I remember is waking up by the courtyard, and then- And then coming here." Her words were broke with pauses, exclamations tattered with the feelings lying deep within her, and he was able to see through the quick disguising she pulled off with her sentences. He stared at her, taking in what she said, and finding no reason or words to try and fight back against them, for he believed her. It was completely understandable and not outside of the realm of reason for her to not remember what happened before certain events, for time was so warped, everything was so confusing, and all that happened, well, it just made sense. It wouldn't surprise him in the slightest if there was more than just Ana Maria who couldn't remember events before certain ones they could recall. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» A smile was brought upon the other's face, but he could tell it was fake from the way it didn't reflect in her eyes, how her body still radiated unease and other emotions that opposed the seemingly happy expression. He didn't smile back, only keeping his serious gaze on her face, studying all the features on it for a moment, lost in his own thoughts, and he remained quiet for a moment due to such. Slowly one of the corners of his mouth perked up for just a moment, almost as if he were smiling, but his expression refrained from it being called such, as it almost instantly dropped down to a sad frown, and he slowly shook his head, reaching his hand out, ignoring the way it shook due to cold and other things, placing it gently upon her shoulder, closing his eyes briefly with a sigh. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "You do not need to lie, especially to me." He murmured with a slight chuckle, reopening his eyes and allowing a smile, albeit a sad one, cross his face as he stared at her, giving the shoulder beneath his hand a squeeze. "I don't think it is... bw...eno." His attempt at the word outside of his own language would have been funny in any instance, but he was anything but laughing at it, drawn to seriousness, which sprouted from his concern. "May I see it?" He asked, clearly speaking about the injury, and if it weren't obvious the fact he quickly shot his gaze down to the ankle in question would be a dead giveaway. He wouldn't touch it if he did not gain permission, but he would find a way to get her to admit it needed to be dealt with, even if she refused to accept his help, he would find a way to get her to do it. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Post by Mexico on Oct 9, 2012 17:55:48 GMT -6
Mexico was about to spoke but words failed to come out. She looked intently at Canada, with a hint of full surprised across her face. It was almost as if he had known her intentions. Almost as if he knew her far too well to know how she acted. That feeling, of knowing that even for a second, in the eyes of the other person your fully transparent, was as terrifying as the repercussions of which that implied.
"You do not need to lie, especially to me."
Ana María didn't know how to respond. His statement had been so out of line, that it had left her speechless. Lying. Cheating. Yes, it was a part of her. So thorough a part of her that she failed to recognize it as something far from ordinary. Habits die hard. And this one in particular was almost an addiction, because she felt the need. Mexico did not lie to hurt people, she lied because throughout her history she had learned this as the only way to protect herself. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It is definitely easier to pretend everything is alright so that they fail to recognize the pain in your words. Lying and manipulating is easier than admitting the truth. The same truth that can hold on to you until it forces you to bend down to your knees.
Ana María knew that she didn't have to lie to Matthew, because he was one of the nicest people she knew. He wouldn't judge, or look at her with indescribable disappointment, waiting to scowl and lecture. But deceiving was who she was. It had become a part of her. However, when she met his eyes, when she saw the concern that was pure and truthful and only meant to help her, she decided to lower her defenses. If so for a moment, to let him in. There was a reason why she was reluctant before. A reason why she did not see the scratches or the wounds on her physical body and did not care to find them. They did not matter because she could stand. And a war isn't over until you are defeated.
So when he requested to see it, she agreed. Knowing for certain what he meant.
She lifted the ends of her dress, unsure as to what to do exactly. She wasn't used to accepting help. Ana María was stubborn to the point of stupidity, forcefully refusing to let stranger hands touch her. It was a stupid pride thing, but it was pride nonetheless, and taking into account the circumstances, pride still meant hope. Perhaps in a twisted and narcissistic way, but it was still hope. "Lo siento, if I lie to you."[/color] She said with a hint of remorse in her voice. Ana María felt guilty, but did not fail to look at Matthew straight in the eye. "You certainly don't deserve it, pero I can't help it."[/color] She managed a small smile, before slowly drifting her gaze unto her ankle.
For the first time she let it hurt. She let her body feel the pain, therefore admitting it needed care. At fist she had thought that a simple touch of water would do the trick. No because she expected it to heal, but because water always soothe her. The gorgeous beaches of Cancún were her favorite place. There was no feeling equal to sitting at the edge of her land, at the southern most point, where it was clear of everything, and nature reigned as it should. It was a feeling of knowing she was home. "Sabes, the reason I don't accept help is because I like to think that if it doesn't bleed it doesn't count."[/color] She said slowly, letting every word dance around on its own. "It's silly, true. But it makes me feel like I still have a chance. I didn't want you to worry, because I can still stand. I am not defeated. The Manor has not defeated me."[/color] She sighed sadly.
"I didn't want to give it any reason to believe so. Canadá, I'm scared, and I think you're scared too. But I really believe that we can make it out of here. It's like a war. Where at war. But where nations, so we can win. We will win. We just have to learn to stand with twisted ankles, don't you think?"[/color] It was her vast reserve of optimism speaking. Because Mexico had not yet fallen into complete despair. It was tough surviving, not knowing if she was going to make it alive. But that small hint of hope was what kept her going. And what she so desperately and tightly hang to. Something she tried to pass down to Canada, her friend, who needed it as well.
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Post by can on Jan 6, 2013 13:34:47 GMT -6
»-- CANADA --«
»» i'm gonna feel a peace in me «« »» i'm gonna feel at home «« »» i'm gonna make this cloud above me disappear «« »» be gone ««
[/blockquote] »» It was completely clear that his words surprised the other, as taken by the fact that surprise was shown across her face, and how she seemed at a loss for how to respond. He hadn't meant to be rather blunt with his words, but it was a serious matter, something she shouldn't be taking as lightly and easily as she was. He had already learned that untreated injuries were not the best and should not be left alone to get worse, and he did not want her to find out the bad way, by letting one get that far. And that was the reasoning why he wanted to see the injury the other had sported; he wanted to see how bad it was, and if it appeared worse (or better) than he was thinking. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He could try and help her make it better, or at least to the point where it would be healing and not getting worse from being used; for having it unbound and untreated and allowed to be walked on was just asking for it to collapse on her, and perhaps when that were to happen, she might be alone, without someone to assist her, and be easy prey for the monsters. He did not want that to happen to any of his friends, or even any of the nations, for even those that were rather rude and sometimes hard to like, they did not even deserve that kind of treatment. In his mind he saw very little one could do to deserve being here in the mansion, even the nations that had caused so much trouble in the past he felt shouldn't be inside the gates. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» When Ana Maria complied with his request, he found himself to be actually a bit surprised at that, kneeling down, ignoring the cold, damp feeling that instantly clung to his knees with such, and attempted to try and spot what sort of injury it was, which provided to be no easy task. The darkness and other factors made it difficult to actually see the affected limb and although he could see the ankle itself, he could not make out colours on it, and after a brief time of trying to locate and pinpoint the injury, he came to the conclusion that he just could not see well enough to actually do that, and he raised his gaze to meet that of the other. He could see the glint of light on her eyes, the small smile on her face. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "Lo siento, if I lie to you. You certainly don't deserve it, pero I can't help it." At this he returned her smile with a tiny, sad one of his own, watching her as her gaze travelled down from his face to her own ankle, obviously thinking about it. She seemed lost in thought for a moment, and he remained in silence to allow her such, eyes moving back up to her face from where they had shifted to the ankle again when she spoke once more. "Sabes, the reason I don't accept help is because I like to think that if it doesn't bleed it doesn't count." [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» In a way that made sense to him, for wounds always seemed much worse when they were accompanied with blood, but it also was something that posed confusion to him, for if something hurt, then it was clear that something was wrong, and it should be taken a look at, help provided. Maybe it wasn't bleeding, but that did not mean it was not healthy. But he also knew how stubbornness and the unwillingness to trouble others would pose an effect in deciding against help, against stopping; and the manor only increased the length of which one would go without stopping, without seeking some sort of aid. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "It's silly, true. But it makes me feel like I still have a chance. I didn't want you to worry, because I can still stand. I am not defeated. The Manor has not defeated me." Her words ended with a sigh, and he nearly opened his mouth to pose a reply to this, but it was clear she was not finished speaking, so he remained silent, taking in what she was saying, even if he disagreed with her words. "I didn't want to give it any reason to believe so. Canadá, I'm scared, and I think you're scared too. But I really believe that we can make it out of here. It's like a war. Where at war. But where nations, so we can win. We will win. We just have to learn to stand with twisted ankles, don't you think?"[/blockquote][/div][/size] »» In a way she was right. They were nations, used to hardship, to injuries that would make twisted ankles look like a tiny scrape. But there was also the fact that the wounds they received in the mansion seemed different, that they hurt more and did not heal as fast as they normally would on the counties. Had she yet to realize this? Or was she posed with stubbornness that refused to see just what this place was capable of, and that they were not as strong as before? The smile that had previously dusted his features was gone, leaving a thoughtful and troubled frown in its place, as he studied her face, mulling over what she had said, and trying to piece together a good response. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» " You are right on the part that I am scared, I will not deny that... " He mused with a dry, dull laugh, cracking a tiny smile that hardly lasted. " But have you noticed that the injuries we get here... they're not like those we get normally. " He gestured to her ankle with his words, frowning, this time with underlying hints of concern and worry. " That is not going to heal... Unless we can get it looked at under better light, and determine what is wrong with it." He said, a rather firm touch on his tone, still staring up at her face. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» His expression then softened, and he gave her a real smile, one meant to be comforting. " I know you don't want to admit that it's not as good as you think, but sooner or later it's going to show itself even worse than it has already, and you may not be as lucky as to be with someone when that happens." He just wanted her not to be left with troubles, to struggle with an injury that would most definately grow worse as time persisted, unless he could do something to aid its recovery. If they could find an area lighted better than they were in, and some medical supplies, then everything would be alright. Or even without the supplies; he knew how to make do with what he had on his back, and he would if he had to. He just needed that light. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» " Now... I can't actually... see if anything is wrong with it. It's too dark out here." His voice had dropped, speaking quietly and uncertainly, tight frown on his face as he pondered what a good course of action would be. They could head back to the manor, but he really wasn't sure if that would be the best idea. But, it would be much warmer, brighter, and perhaps they could find food and some medical supplies there. But, he also was not going to drag her there if she had no intentions of such; he would make do with whatever she wanted to do, even if it was rather inconvenient. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Post by Mexico on Jan 10, 2013 23:10:55 GMT -6
The cold was finally getting to her. She could feel in every inch of her bones as her body shake with a force unknown to her. It was everywhere. On her face, on the palms of her hands, on her bare shoulders. Ana María hated the cold. She hated it with every ounce of her being. Her body wasn't designed to stand it. Even the slight drop of temperature made her uncomfortable. She couldn't think straight or act as she was supposed to. The cold messed with her head. It kept her hands rubbing against her skin, trying to find even the slightest spark of warmth. How other nations did it, she did not know. She was one with the heat. It was a part of her. The ever present tan on her skin was proof. This was the American south. It wasn't supposed to be this cold. It was- It was- What was it supposed to be?
A sense of fear washed over the Mexican girl as she realized she couldn't answer the question. Was it summer? Was it winter? Was it spring? Autumn? What season was it? What month was it? How long had they been there? Ana María sat down as her own weight became to much to handle. The pressure that had been put on her ankle had gone by unnoticed until she acknowledged it. Now it hurt. Now it hurt like no other because it hadn't been treated before. The girl grimace for a moment, just a moment as she didn't want to admit that it hurt her. As she looked at Matthew she couldn't help but feel a very small ounce of resentment. If he hadn't pointed out that she needed help then she could've gone by completely oblivious to the pain and it wouldn't- Ana María felt a small tear fall down her eye as the Canadian got closer.
"You are right on the part that I am scared, I will not deny that... But have you noticed that the injuries we get here... they're not like those we get normally. That is not going to heal... Unless we can get it looked at under better light, and determine what is wrong with it."[/color]
Ana María sighed. She didn't say anything. She just watched him. It was unsettling the way he didn't seem like himself. Oh poor Matthew. Mexico did not mean to diminish him, but she did felt like he was so adorable and nice. One of the genuinely nice people she knew. And to have him frown instead of smile, to be defensive, on a survival rage... it was heart-breaking. Mexico liked Canada better than she liked America. It wasn't for the obvious reasons that everyone would assume. Mexico always knew who he was. She never confused him. The differences were quite obvious. Matthew was more calm, relaxed and didn't meddle in the affairs of others. He was most often the referee during the NAFTA meetings. And then he put up his whole visa plan and demanded that the people form her country, her people, use this to get in. She couldn't say that it hadn't hurt. It was something she knew thought he would do. Another one that tried to keep her out. Was she really that annoying?
Mexico sighed. She turned to face Matthew and grabbed his chin with her hand. She made him look at her. Her chocolate brown eyes searched into his violet ones. He was her friend. She wanted her friend back. She held his gaze like that for minutes. Ana María was trying to look inside the soul of the Canadian man. She wanted to make sure that there was still something inside him that hadn't given up. Mexico smiled at him for a moment, then wrapped her arms around him.
He was real. Now she knew for certain.
"Now... I can't actually... see if anything is wrong with it. It's too dark out here."
"I know it's dark out here Matthew, but I can't move right now. I don't know how you do it, but the cold is unbearable. And besides, inside there's the monsters and all creatures that want us dead. Don't worry about my ankle, when I can move, we can move. For now I just need to rest, for five minutes at least.[/color]
Ana María sighed as she let go of him and laid down on the grass. It was wet but she didn't mind that much. Maybe if she stayed really still everything around her would become numb and then she wouldn't be cold. There had to be a way out. She hated being trapped. She hated not being in control of herself. A prisoner. The nations here were human, and that didn't bother her as much as being enclosed did. She wasn't free. Mexico hated the way the Manor made her feel.
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Post by can on Feb 2, 2013 10:27:57 GMT -6
»-- CANADA --«
»» i'm gonna feel a peace in me «« »» i'm gonna feel at home «« »» i'm gonna make this cloud above me disappear «« »» be gone ««
[/blockquote] »» He nearly held his tongue and refrained from speaking when the other before him settled herself on the grass, hands moving along her arms in a certain motion that made it blatantly obvious she was cold, and he could even agree that it was uncomfortable, unfitting clothing the both of them wore not aiding all that much in protection against the chill that grew as night continued. As he thought over what to say, he kept his gaze trained on Ana Maria, and he caught the grimace, even if it only lasted a mere moment, for he could be rather good at catching expressions at times, and concern for the other only heightened that. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He replied to her words after a bit of thought, studying her face now instead of the injured area he had previously been attempting to examine, his violet eyes flickering over her fears, the expressions shown, watching her as she watched him back. He wiped the tear that had trickled down her face off with a thumb, being careful to be gentle and slow as to not startle her, not wanting to come off as a threat or the sort once again, like it had been when they first came across each other. She then seemed to avoid his gaze, and that only brought the frown he wore further across his face. He wanted to comfort her, to make what she said something that was actually true, to make everything better. But there was no actual way to do such a thing in any situation that the manor presented them with. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» A sigh had escaped her lips then, her gaze turning back to meet his own, and he did not move, refraining from saying a thing, and neither moved until Ana Maria broke into a smile, and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Matthew was rather surprised by this, but took no time in bringing his own arms around her and gave her a gentle squeeze. It was a bit strange coming into such close contact with someone else after having no such thing for what felt like months, and could have just been a few hours, but he wasn't complaining in the slightest. It was then that he expressed the need for light, or basically the fact that he could not see anything that stood out on her ankle in the dark, for he could see the limb, but it was hard to tell if it was bruised, or what. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "I know it's dark out here Matthew, but I can't move right now. I don't know how you do it, but the cold is unbearable. And besides, inside there's the monsters and all creatures that want us dead. Don't worry about my ankle, when I can move, we can move. For now I just need to rest, for five minutes at least." He couldn't argue that rest would be a good idea, and the fact that inside the mansion would be littered with monsters, but he felt they weren't all that safe where they were at the moment either, concerned expression crossing his face as the hug was broken by the other, his eyes worriedly watching her. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» She moved backwards to lay on the grass, and he settled to sit beside her with such, trying to think of a good way to turn the scenario they had into a better one. He could carry her somewhere safe, but he had a feeling she would not want such a thing, and to submit to being carried often came with a large hit to someone's pride, something he did not really want to do. He would do that if it really struck down to absolutely needing to, but for now he was going to have to settle for something better. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Perhaps he could assist her in getting to a warmer, safer place, for even if she felt they were alright where they were, he was aware that there were some monsters that liked to lurk around on the grounds, rather than inside of the manor where it was usually warmer, but also more confined. He honestly was not sure what the best course of action for the two of them would be, and maybe actually just sitting there and resting would be the best thing for them. Even if it was cold, and wet, and may just end up backfiring and leeching all of their energy, it could give them both time to think of the best thing to do. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He was completely still for a moment, before he began to remove the hoodie he wore, pulling it over his head and turning to Ana Maria, holding it out to her. "Here, put this on." He requested. "I know you cannot stand cold as much as I can...So you need it more than I do." He insisted, finding he was glad that he knew quite a bit about the other, for some others may have not known about the fact she really just did not like the cold, even the slightest of it. And he had worn a shirt underneath it, so it was not like he was left with nothing to keep himself warm; though the air was nippy and unwelcoming without something to cover his arms, but he just pushed that away, finding he would much rather have the other warm, especially since she was the one injured and in need of things to keep her energy from completely leaving her. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Why would I want to destroy something I helped build?
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Post by Mexico on Feb 9, 2013 21:07:05 GMT -6
Mexico felt as though she was doing a lousy job at keeping the other nation at bay. Matthew was one of her friends. He was a person whom she like spending time with, whom she talked business with and joked around, and who was just simply part of her family. She was the North American brother that she liked the best. And despite the fact that she knew he was tough and could take care of himself, she still couldn't help but feel like he was fragile. She didn't mean that she was referring to him as weak, but perhaps more susceptible to feeling vulnerable inside here. The Canadian was just so nice and sweet, she worried about the Manor corrupting him. It was not something she would permit to ever happen.
She could see him staring at her and she knew he was worried. She truly wanted to lift that weight of his shoulders. He shouldn't need to feel worried about her. He should focus on keeping himself alive. Worrying about others, most often than not, ended badly to the person performing the task. If she could keep him safe she would. And that had to start by giving him a small amount of reassurance that could be built on afterwards.
He wiped her tear, and that gesture took her by surprise. Her eyes drifted to look at his hand, at the small drop of water that symbolized so many feelings and emotions all crumpled down into a physical form. She wished she hadn't done that. Mexico was still surprised whenever she received such gestures of affection. They seemed surreal and out of place. She never expected them and that's why they took her by surprise. She should expect them. Every once in a while it was okay for others to take care of her. There was nothing weak about that. There was nothing to be ashamed.
Her first reaction would've been to pull back, away from him. That was what her instincts screamed at her to do. That's what this place had turned them into. But she didn't do that, because she didn't want to seem rude or cause more worry in the Canadian. "Thanks, Matthew."[/color] It was amazing how he could see right through her. She had avoided his gaze but it seemed like the most natural thing now to be looking at him. She needed to see something human, something other than what was around her.
The moment that she had felt him hug her back was truly one she cherished and cling to as time went by. She always enjoyed feeling someone else. It made them seem real and right now, she needed as real as it could get. Something from the world that she once lived in, not the one in which she was now. When they broke apart, she felt empty again, needing something that she couldn't reach. Maybe she just wanted to be hold, be hold until this was all over and she could go back to her home.
It was getting colder. Ana María hated that fact. She didn't mind that much being in the dark, sitting on wet grass, with monster lurking from every way. But the cold just drove her insane. It made her body shake from time to time. She had small, if any, tolerance for it. Then, a piece of clothing was held her way and she looked up to see Matthew sitting with only his shirt on. Before she was able to speak, he insisted in offering her his jacket. Ana María took the jacket, felt the warm material and how nice it felt against her skin and put it on. It was big on her but she didn't mind. Immediate relief flushed through her veins as her bare shoulders were covered.
"You did not have to do that Mattie, and for that I thank you. You are such a kind and nice person. I am so glad that you are my friend. If you need it, if you get really cold, I would like to do the same for you. Thank you."[/color] She leaned over towards him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. He truly was a gentleman. Because she knew that it was not easy to do what he had just done. Sacrificing one's own comfort for the sake of the other is not something everyone is capable of doing. But we do the strangest of things for the people we love. And we never complain. "You know, I still remember those times when you would invite me to play hockey at your house and how much I sucked at it. Being on ice is really not my thing. But you were so graceful, as though you belonged in it. I missed that. When we get out of here we should do that again, and then eat pancakes at your house and watch some movies. I will bring some food and then we can do it at my house. And I'll take you to the beach and have a warm day out. We'll get out of here and enjoy ourselves."[/color]
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