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Post by iceland on Aug 18, 2012 14:21:38 GMT -6
He stumbled upon the living room by accident. Something about the warm, golden glow of the fire drew him like a child waddling into the arms of a motherly stranger. The splash of light and vibrancy illuminated what seemed like the living room, leaving trails of flickering shadows outstretched from its object.
The room was nicely furnished and was surprisingly modern looking with a quaint touch. There were lamps here and there, but that was not the defining appeal of the room. It was the miscellaneous things--a small, spinning globe, a figurine of a fighting goat and lion, a 19 century shotgun, a toy ball, a pen and pencil, and an empty tea cup. They were odd things that appeared to have no relevance to each other however he noticed them first. The thing was, it wasn't all sprawled on the coffee table; each object was place in a peculiarly artistic and well-thought out location. It created a reminiscent air and he almost felt as if the living room was his home. This wasn't the time to admire the decor though, he realized. Must be another of the manor's tricks.
Another curious feature was, unlike many other rooms, it was clean with not a speck of gossamer or an obvious layer of dust. Despite the life that danced within the fireplace, everything else seemed so still, so lifeless. That was evident in the dead eyes of the mounted trophies, their mouths gaping slightly open, tongue sickly sticking out, skin and hide taut from preservatives. Not to mention the resplendence of framed pictures on the wall. Emil managed to get a closer look out of sheer curiosity.
Black and white photos, of course. Some were faded with the blacks of the figure almost completely worn out. There were many people, but the presence of a little boy was in almost all of them. In one, the boy was the center of the camera's focus. In the others, he was standing with some adults or was somewhere, lurking in the background. The probability that the families and people in the photos were dead only added a stronger sense of loneliness in the living room.
Something moved. Emil turned around to see the toy ball slowly rolling to a stop in front of the fireplace. He remember it being lastly perched on the sofa. His nose scrunched in the possibility that there might just be another life or energy within the room. "Hallo? Anyone here?"
The brass phonograph made no noise. In a corner, the marble statue of Greek Goddess Aphrodite made mo motion. The people of the framed photos stared on. It was so quiet, he could only hear the susurrous of the cracking fire, the pace of his heartbeat, and his own breath. Emil wasn't a big fan of dealing with ghosts, but he knew best to keep calm. Better off a ghost than a carnivorous, blood-lusting monster.
Just hopefully he wasn't overstaying the welcome.
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Post by can on Sept 17, 2012 15:30:08 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] »» If he could reverse time, erase all that happened and prevent the entering of the mansion, it would be something he would do in almost an instant, even ready to take risks and give some things just to be able to go back. He was aware such a thing was completely illogical and never could actually happen, but it did nothing to prevent the want, the wonder if perhaps there was a way to go back, from slipping into his mind, as his quiet footsteps echoed in the hall around him. The walls were the same as they had always been within this place, dreary and worn, occasionally dusted with tiny splatters of colour, where such came from something he had no desire to figure out or even ponder, always ending up just shifting his gaze away from the red ones that posed ideas upon sight. Normally he would brush his fingers along the very surfaces surrounding him, as to provide himself with a pace that claimed to be more steady and reliable, but he found himself trying to stray away from them this time around. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Maybe he was just growing even more paranoid, focus on the tiny things rather than the big picture, eyes trained on the ragged walls rather than the actual pathway itself, looking at the different stains and tears rather than search for beings that could pose help or hazard. It was quite something that he was able to make out the different things the surroundings had to offer, for between the dim lighting that the lights above him provided, and the fact he didn't have the best of vision; glasses quite smeared and scratched from the time he had spent inside the manor and the grounds preceding it. Not only was it dark, but the air was stiff and still, holding a mighty touch cold to the unmoving atmosphere, one that reminded him of the outer area, during a storm or rainfall, and it nipped at his skin quite unbecomingly, something which he greatly desired to chase off, for he was one to enjoy the cold, but it only increased the soreness of his limbs and added in the exhaustion he felt almost constantly at this point. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He didn't like it, was the simplest way to put it. He didn't like the darkness, the walls, the surroundings, everything the manor held he found great hate and distaste for, and all he wanted to do was find a way to remove it, to get it away from him and the others. But, like anything and everything, it was so much easier said than done. He was long past the idea of trying to smash a hole through the wall to escape, for he knew that would just bring him to the grounds which were still holding them inside, with the tall gates that never opened, coated with rust and silky webs, such things showing just how often they were opened; probably rarely if ever. He was trapped, as was everyone, and escape was most likely something that would never be accomplished, unable to be reached, the desire just out of the grasp that would desperately outstretch to attempt and meet it, only to drop and fail, and not only once. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Words could not express the disgust and dislike he held for this place, and he probably would never be able to find such things to describe it, for terrifying and horrible were immense understatements, along with many other things he could possibly come up with. Perhaps it was just the fact he wasn't focused on such trivial things like words, not that walls fixed around him were any less simple and pointless to press attention on, but it was not anything that mattered. No, all that mattered in the mansion was to try and stay alive, and at least as well as one could manage, to keep up the attempts at finding others, and trying to stray away from the monsters that called this unwelcoming place home. Now it was clear he wasn't doing the best job at staying alert to his surroundings and doing his best to keep himself safe, but it seemed that a dash of luck had found his side for he had yet to cross a corner that bore a creature ready to nab him, all the doors he happened to open rendering an empty room. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» And it just so happened that one of the rooms he opened was the one that drew him in and out of the constant threat, the warmth that practically radiated from inside drawing him in quickly, with a soft breath inhaled at the change in temperature. He was one to like the cold, and was known to prefer the snow and chill to a hot, sweltering summer day, but recently he had found the hallways just a bit too nippy and it drew him away from that like for a bit, the single reason why he ducked into the room which was quickly identified. With the couches and recliners, actual colour of such hidden underneath a white sheet, tables and a fireplace to the side, it came almost instantly to his mind, and although it wasn't as good as finding something such as the kitchen or a bedroom, he could not complain about wandering across the livingroom, or what at least appeared to be such. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It was probably the cleanest room he had seen yet, something which confused yet perked interest in him, as he shut the door behind him, hands nervously clasping together, thumbs absently rubbing the opposing side, violet gaze sweeping over the still surroundings. He stayed as still as his mind and body would let him, being cautious and weary of the room, unsure whether the cleanness of such meant there was someone or something within it. But that idea was vanquished when nothing moved, nothing spoke, and only the crackling of the fire in the fireplace and his own breath caused a disturbance. The flames inside their cage was something that put him at a bit of unease, but he was also thankful for them, aware that they would be unable to harm him since they were contained well enough. Not that it didn't hold back the hint of fear he felt from the sighting, but he was easily able to avert his eyes to the rest of the surroundings to distract himself from the lapping heat. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» The first thing he did after making sure that it appeared clear, was to improve on that assumption, and actually do a full, hands-on inspection of the room, making his way around it, occasionally reaching out his fingers to touch one of the decorative objects of pieces of furniture, almost as if to assure himself they were as real as he was. When he felt safe inside of the room, that was when he moved over to the couch closest to the fireplace, after having nabbed a blanket from behind the recliner, the plain white matching the dull colour the sheets sprawled across the couch, flopping down on it and wrapping the cover around him. He was careful to make sure that he blended in with the surroundings, keeping his hair and clothing, along with limbs within the thin protection he had, relishing in the warmth it provided, despite the fact he still felt chilled. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Yes, he was making himself incredibly vulnerable, but he was past the point of caring, just wanting a few moments of peace and warmth. Those few moments were quite literal to his despair, however, for it was only a short moment after he had settled did the click of the door knob being turned was brought to his attention, such a thing causing him to instantly tense up and go absolutely motionless. It was the one time he hoped he would be completely invisible to the being in the room, and the way it moved around made him hope he would render unseen. But, things were never perfect, nor lucky for a great amount of time, for the tiniest of shifting he did, caused an object on the couch he currently lied burrowed upon to fall off, creating a soft sound and movement just enough to draw the attention of whatever being has sauntered into the room, and such threw him into a bit of panic, for there was no way it would go unseen. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "Hallo? Anyone here?" The voice of whatever claimed presence in the room reached his ears, and at once sent him into ease as he squirmed slightly, peeking out his face just slightly, enough to search the figure in the room to make sure it was who it sounded like. Although the other appeared quite worn down and not up to standards of what he normally presented himself with, it was almost undoubtedly the Icelander he knew, and he was aware it could be a mirage or imitation, but he was not one to instantly be put on guard at the sight of another, in fact he was one to trust what he saw pretty fast, something which could be seen as a weakness. A tiny smile crossed his face, and he pulled the blanket off of his face and head, however leaving his body still covered, remaining lying down on the soft furniture beneath him. "Yes." His reply was quiet and delayed, but it was one nevertheless. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Racking his mind for what to say, he was left to study the other closer, as he pushed himself to a upright position, unwilling to untangle himself from the fabric that brought him warmth, able to make out the features that Iceland bore from the small distance. "Oh! Lock the door!" Sudden idea came to mind, and he quickly exclaimed such, bounding up from his position and grabbing a chair to prop against the door to keep it shut, realizing now that it was simple for something to come into the room, only going back to the couch and covering himself with the blanket once more when it was secure, motioning for Emil to join him, though completely okay if he didn't desire such. "How have you been?" Lame question, very, but it was what came to his mind, and he was genuinely curious about how the other was doing, eager to ask and find out what he had seen, that shown on his face. "And... who have you seen?" A bit of hope tinged in his voice, as he wanted to have some sort of clue that the nations he called family were alright; and perhaps Iceland was one who had seen them. Unlikely, but it was also possible. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Post by iceland on Dec 18, 2012 17:46:01 GMT -6
In the stillness, the chilling tranquility of the room, he heard the faintest of whispers. It was of a magnitude so low, it could have passed as the sound of the wind. Although it was nearly inaudible, the sound was enough to disturb the muteness of the premises. Emil squinted as he looked around, his focus jumping from one suspected focal point to another to identify the source of that sound. But everything was so still, save for the flames of the fireplace.
He wearily gave the room one last scan as he felt the rising suspicion of danger tingle on the surface of his skin. It felt as if he was Hansel or Gretel from that old story. A child that walked into a place that housed deceit. Instead of candy, this place offered the decadent sense of safety. The savory taste of a home.
Then something moved. Frightened, Emil pressed himself against the wall against the photos. The frames made a thump against the way from the force. He stared at the figure that had darted over to the door. A person--it seemed--and presumably a 'he' due to his height. From where? He had not the slightest clue. It was as if this person was invisible in the room.
A chair was propped up to lock the room, something he should've done in the beginning. Emil felt a small wave of relief, identifying this stranger as a potential ally.
Well, it didn't help when he was overcome by the insanely realistic thought that the other could be a killer of some sort. Trusting others was not exactly his first instinctive action.
When the other person turned around, Emil raised a brow at him expectantly, still quite against the wall. He relaxed a little bit though, for first impressions can impact the senses immensely. The stranger looked like no killer, at least that was the only assumption that could calm his nerves for the mean time.
Then this person spoke. Ah, how he spoke so cordially with those violet eyes, so battered yet so suave and gentle. He reminded Emil of somebody--somebody he couldn't quite remember either. Amidst the unwavering quiet period after the last remark, Emil straightened himself up as he stared on. Confusion was nothing new.
Well, Emil wasn't really known for diplomacy or tact with words. And so this could only be done in such a way that would be the easiest for both individuals.
"Who are you?" He asked tersely, without falter or regret.
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Post by can on Jan 6, 2013 17:33:16 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] »» The other had not seemed instantly trusting, or at least not as much as Matthew had been, and it was made completely clear when he bounded off the couch, and the Icelander pressed against the wall and its occupants a bit. Though he was confused by this display of fear, it did not stop him from achieving a locked and barricaded door, and by the time he had reached the couch again, Emil looked a bit more calmed than before, but had not moved any closer; however had not moved closer to the door and the only escape either. Whether it was a bad or good thing had yet to remain clear, but he felt confidant that he would not be attacked. Reason why was something he'd be unable to explain, but he felt that way. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He could not help but ask the questions that left his mouth, and he did not miss how the other looked a bit lost, and the silence that encased after he spoke only made Matthew worry more. Perhaps he had been wrong in the assumption that this was who it seemed? Maybe this was a new kind of monster, one who would take the forms of those he knew? He felt a flash of fear, and swallowed uneasily, gaze growing cautious as he kept it firm on the apparent Icelander. He did not have much to defend himself if this turned out to be false, so he was hoping onto quite a large thread of hope that it was just a temporary thing. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "Who are you?" Matthew could have laughed at how blunt the question was; but he refrained from doing such and just stared back, meeting the other's soft coloured eyes. He did not answer right away, instead studying the features the male posed, and it was clear that he had probably seen as much as Matthew had himself, if not perhaps more. It was not a surprising fact, for everyone he had seen before was run down, lost and desperate for escape, and it was just a depressing thing, that they were unable to remove themselves from the haunting place that held a firm grip on them. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» " I'm Canada." He replied slowly, cautiously. " Y'know, Matthew." Just to make sure, he couldn't be too safe with anything. He was honestly nervous; shouldn't Iceland have recognized him? Had his appearance changed this much? Or was there some other reason why the other seemed completely clueless to who he was? Perhaps the manor was to blame, and that would not have come across as a surprise to the Canadian. It seemed something that was quite likely. Or, maybe he was a monster, and this was a way to distract him, maybe to get him to let his guard down. He couldn't be too sure, and he was not sure what to place his bet on. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» " What about you? Who are you?" He decided to return the question, deciding to see if one of his theories were correct, as he watched carefully, on edge and growing untrusting. "And you remember me, right?" If this was the real Iceland he should remember him, right? Those times they had spent together in the past? It was hard to forget the times they had spent in the snow doing stupid silly things like snowball fights and fort building, or at least it was easy to remember in his opinion. He never pictured Emil as the forgetful type, so it was rather strange to him to see the other not recognizing him. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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