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Post by Finland (x) on Aug 6, 2012 11:26:38 GMT -6
For the first time in a long while, Tino wasn't being chased. Instead, he was alone. Edging himself down the hallway carefully, the Finn's eyes were suspicious and alert. The house was very, very quiet today. Or was it even daytime? Any window that Tino passed by was boarded up, and the lights were always dim in the halls. There was no way to tell time in this place. Had Tino had a paper or pen, he would have tried to keep a tally of how long he thought he had been encased within this haunted walls. If he had to guess, he'd assume months had passed. Though, that could have been a subjective assumption by Tino, as certain moments felt like minutes and others like hours.
Regardless, Tino didn't have time to worry about such triffle things like that. He could check a calender when he got home, right? The main thing that he had to worry about was staying alive. That in itself was a difficult enough task to have to manage, especially with the vast amount of monsters and creatures that prowled the grounds. Reminding himself not to grow careless, Finland's violet gaze flickered to every corner and every bend. Each time he rounded the hall, he poked his head out very slowly and gripped his small weapon tightly in his hands. Every time he saw nothing new, but it wouldn't hurt to be extremely cautious.
Tired of pacing the halls, waiting for something to find him, Finland decided to take cover in a room. Perhaps he'd try his luck there and maybe, just maybe find another nation. He hadn't seen any of his friends or allies in a long time. The fact worried him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Tino glanced around one last time before stalking up to a thick wooden door. He tried to not notice how much his fingers were shaking as he rested them on the old handle. With a sharp twist, the lock clicked and the door creaked open.
Tino's knife was the first thing that poked into the room. Granted, it was a meagre butter knife that had little to no sharp edge, but Tino could still cut a throat with it. Pointing it into the darkness, Tino strained his focus to his ears, ceasing his breathing and allowing his heartbeat to slow. Pulling his attention from his eyesight as his eyes closed, Tino listened. Concentration sprouted beads of sweat along his brow, but he detected nothing within the shadows. He stayed like that, locked in tension for about a minute, or as long as his breath could be comfortably held. Nothing moved, growled, breathed or blinked. Tino was alone.
Resuming his regular breathing and involuntary activities, Tino slipped inside the room and immediately found the old switch on the wall. He was careful to shield his eyes when he flicked it on, as well as check the room once more. He trusted his instincts, but sometimes they weren't enough.
First Tino moved to the door to close the latch. Granted, he didn't like pinning himself in a room with only one known escape, but if the room was clear, he'd have some shelter for a while. Once the door was firmly shut, Tino turned to inspect the remainder of the room. It was larger than Tino expected, opening to a wide area with bountiful space. It must have been some sort of game room, as there was a pool area and poker table in the middle of the floor, looking ready to be played. Tino walked over to the billiard bench, running his free hand along the smooth wood. He used to play the game a lot, and was quite the pool shark. Tino's fingertips lingered there for another second before he moved on, adventuring deeper into the area.
The next thing that Tino discovered caused some hope to flare up in his chest. A bar. Walking over a little too quickly, Tino slid over the polished surface to reach the bartender's side. Violet eyes danced when he found what he was looking for. Vodka. Rum. Whisky. A smile curved Tino's lips upwards as he snatched the cloth that was sitting alone on the counter. No one would need it anytime anyways. Taking his knife and poking it through the tattered material, Finland tore the tip enough that he'd be able to grab the two pieces and pull. He did such, tearing a strip from the rag. Snatching a bottle of alcohol, Tino unscrewed the cap, took a swig, then plugged it with the rag. He had obtained a lighter elsewhere in the Manor, giving himself a much better chance at survival. Now, not only did he have a knife, but he had a small stock of bombs that he could carefully aim and lob at intruders.
Tino was on his third alcohol bomb when he heard the click of the door opening. His hand snapped to his waist, jerking the lighter into fumbling fingers as he tried to light one of his weapons. “Get back or you'll be blown through the roof! I'm armed!” Tino shouted in warning as the rag caught and he brought his arm back, ready to whip the projectile at the threat.
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Post by can on Sept 3, 2012 20:38:30 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] »» Ideas, options, where were they when he needed them, when he was struggling and desperately seeking something to help pull himself out of a sticky, unwanted situation. There were so many instances he could name off the top of his head that he had been left clueless of any ideas, at least half of them being right here within the grounds of the manor. That fact was something quite terrifying, and didn't help anything, only heightening the struggles he was left to withstand, only causing them to be much worse than they could have been if he had been presented with ideas and the such. He wanted to give in, to just curl up in some hallway and just let the manor claim him, but the very faintest of hopes kept him going, the source or reason of it completely unknown to even him, but something deep inside of him was keeping him from letting it take him in. Whether such was good or not, there was no way he or anyone would know, for the longer he spent in the manor, the worse he grew, and there was probably no way he would recover from all he had been through, or whatever he was to go through before he got out, if he got out. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Hand gently brushing along the uneven surface of the walls lining the hallway he was currently journeying through, each step laden with a limp, laced with exhaustion and pain, his mind was left to wander, uncertainty and the feeling of being trapped practically the main things weighing down his thoughts and bringing unwanted memories and the such out. One of the most worrying things that he was unable to shake was the fact he had yet to find those he called his family, having had no sightings of any of them, nor grabbing any information that could give him hope that they were alright. Sure he wasn't one hundred percent clear on whether they had come into the mansion or not, but considering those he had seen and heard about, he wouldn't put it past anything. He wanted to believe everything would be alright with everyone trapped, but hope was something fleeing, something that slipped further and further out of his grasp as the time went by, the exact amount something he could never be sure of, but either way it felt like an eternity to him. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He stumbled, uneven steps finally making it difficult for him, as he took a few accidental steps forward, before managing to just barely catch his balance, hand pressed tightly on the surface beside him, the other clenching into a light fist at his side. Deep, shaky breath taken in, and he was on his way once again, doing his best to ignore the fact each step was even more painful than it had been before the stumbling, limp only growing worse as he pushed himself onward, both hands soon balled into fists, one still being pressed on the wall, presumably for balance. He was so tired, so worn out and over everything in the mansion, and he just wanted to go home and sleep for a decade. He wanted to forget all that had happened, start anew, or at least come to terms with all the things he had seen and done and heard. It was a simple wish, yet one that held all the impossibility in the world, and he would be stupid to believe it would happen anytime soon, if ever. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Now, he may have appeared to be paying little attention to anything around him, but that was not the case in the slightest. Even if his head was low, gaze fixed mainly on the floor facing him, his senses were alert, eyes darting to any sound other than the ones he made, even those certain ones at times. His steps were cautious, half due to injury, half due to the fact he wasn't totally sure whether any areas of the floors could be rigged, not putting anything past the mansion and its cruel tricks. He wanted to rest, to stop always being on guard and worried for the next attack, but he knew better. He wasn't dumb or clueless, and he sure as hell knew when was not the time to drop his guard. If anything, the hallways could prove to be one of the worst areas for getting attacked, or at least that was what he had grown to figure, and so it was a reason why he was being careful. Though it could also be said that he rarely would let his guard down in the manor anyways, so maybe that little piece of trivia was completely unneeded. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He kept wandering, both his mind and his body, down the hall, around a corner, searching for something he had yet to figure out, passing doors on both sides, before a decision suddenly was made in his head, and he stopped before one. Hand firmly taking the handle in his hand, he slowly and silently attempted turning it, finding the knob itself was unlocked, and giving the wooden object a bit of a push, only to have it open just slightly, enough to give him a tiny bit of sight into the room, to show some sort of lock keeping it from opening any further. He froze for a moment, unsure of what to do, before quickly reaching into the pocket of his pants and pulling out a tiny stick, the last remains of his weapon that he had picked up such a long time ago in the manor. What had once been a nice, sleek broom, was now just this little, lithe wooden object. But it was just perfect for what he needed, and with a few attempts, due to his shaky hands, he managed to slide it in between the door and its frame, sticking it to the latch and sliding it open slowly. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» All care was lost at that point, as he grabbed the handle and opened the door without a second thought, suddenly absolutely desperate to get out of the hallway and into a room, quickly shutting it behind him and leaning on it, relaxing slightly, only to tense right back up when a voice broke him out of his own head and fears. “Get back or you'll be blown through the roof! I'm armed!” He blinked, quite dumbly, before realizing the threat and backing against the door a bit more, expression changing from confusion to slight fear and unease, eyes darting over to where the voice had come from, blinking a few more times to get his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, them then darting around to completely take in just where he was. It was quite unlike those rooms he had been in before, that was one thing for sure. Pool table spread across the middle, along with some other gaming tables, clearly having been an area to drink and have some good times with friends and lovers. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» But that wasn't the thing that grabbed his attention. Oh no, what his eyes rested upon was the other figure in the room, the recognition hitting him much like a brick would to ones' face, his own eyes going wide and hands shooting up in the air when his mind finally processed the fact Tino was ready to whip some sort of explosive at him. " Woah, Tino, don't attack!" He quickly exclaimed, dropping his hands back down after only a moment, using them to push off from the door. " It's Matthew!" He spoke with a bit of unease, but rather strongly, almost as if to prove to the other nation that he was in fact who he claimed to be, his own violet eyes staring straight into the other's, silently willing Tino to believe him. It wasn't that he didn't think the other would believe him, but it was for the fact that the mansion was known to change the way one would think and react, and so he wasn't completely sure whether or not this male before him would recognize or believe him off the bat, so he wanted to heighten his chances as much as possible. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He only hoped the Fin would believe him. But, it was too bad plans never seemed to go the right way for him, for only after another step or two toward the other nation, and he was right to meeting the floor with his face and hands, a startled yelp escaping his lips as his leg gave out on him. The collision with the floor wasn't hardly as painful as the sharp, hot tendrils of agony that leeched up his leg, as he quickly stiffened right up as to prevent anymore movement to it, but only remaining as such for little more than a few seconds, before he placed his forearms on the floor and used them to push himself up to a sitting position, biting heavily on his lip to keep from crying out. Oh how he hated injuries and the causes of them. It was at this point he was hoping he wasn't being cautiously watched to be launched with some sort of explosive, and he hesitantly rose his face to stare at Tino, expression sheepish, and mixed with many different emotions. " Could... could I have a little help?" He asked in a quiet tone, swallowing nervously, knowing he had just given the other the perfect time to launch some sort of device at him. He had to just desperately hope this Fin before him wasn't some sort of illusion or the sort, as he had experienced too many of those in his time within the manor. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Post by Finland (x) on Sept 4, 2012 10:28:28 GMT -6
Despite jamming the door latch, Tino was confronted with a beast that could somehow open the lock. That was most alarming... while Tino knew that holing himself up wouldn't protect him forever, he feared a monster that had the ability to pick locks. The Fin usually blockaded the door as well, but the protective measure had slipped him mind when he saw a potential weapon.
Finland had made a careless mistake, and now it would cost him.
The alcohol that burned in his chest did nothing to smooth over Tino's frayed nerves as he fumbled the lighter, desperate to get a flame going so he could light one of his creations. In fact, the toxic beverage might have dulled his previously sharp and precise motions, making his fingers slow and lethargic over the flint as he scrambled. The body was inside when Tino's hands finally sprung life in the old lighter and the flame coiled around the rag. Tino practically panicked during the few seconds the cloth took to light, but confidence bloomed within the Finnish man when it did.
Perhaps it was the slight buzz he had going, but Tino had his reasons to feel big and empowered with the projectile in his hands. Tino's aim was remarkable and was well known among the other nations. When Tino got mad or annoyed, no one wanted to be at the end of it. With his rifle, he could peg targets with his eagle eyes and almost nothing was ever missed. So, at such a close range, Tino felt no worries about missing, especially since the bomb was a splash type and would affect a decent area. The Finn would take pleasure in watching one of these monsters burn to death in front of him. Was it to prove a point? To show the Manor that Tino liked killing one of its little pets?
Tino had issued a warning to the trespasser, but he had already prepared himself to throw the glass bottle. Arm cocked behind his back, ready and loaded with the bomb, was seconds from lobbing the object at the door. He first expected the intruder to lunge for him in some frenzied manor in a sporadic attack that would disarm his small frame. Tino's violet eyes flashed when he saw a humanoid form bumble back as panic seizing both the Fin and his little visitor.
The words echoed through Tino's mind as the Fin didn't move, save for his gaze that surveyed the nation up and down. Was that... really Mattie? The same Canadian that the Fin had many ties to? The same old friend that Tino often chatted with due to their striking similarities in climate and his kind nature? The angry snarled expression liquidated off of Tino's features as recognition ebbed away the previous anger and adrenaline. Matthew. Matthew Williams, the representative of Canada.
Tino might have hesitated for a few moments longer, but the flickering flame in his peripherals caught his attention as his mind quickly registered what would happen if he didn't extinguish that flame. “Voi paska!” // Oh shit! the Fin blurted loudly in alarm as he quickly retracted his arm, clamping a pale hand over the top of the flames to painfully extinguish them. True, Tino would have preferred other, less-burning methods of eliminating the flame, but his time was short and rag was partially soaked in liquor. Once that ignited, Tino would have to throw the bomb or risk having his entrails decorating the wall behind him.
Thankfully, it didn't come to that. The only injury Tino walked away with was a red splotch across his left palm that felt hot and uncomfortable. Tino didn't like burns just as much as any other person, but when alcohol and fire were mixed, they were almost a guarantee. It was a risk that Tino would take ten-times over if it saved his skin in some situation in this horrible place. Granted, he might have been a little too 'trigger-happy' a few moments ago, but he'd rather kill something before it killed him.
“...Matteus?”
Flashing his eyes back up, Tino allowed his violet gaze to inspect the humanoid once more. It certainly looked like Matthew and it sounded like him, but how could Tino be sure? The Manor had rooted tendrils of uncertainty in the Finnish man's mind, making him question everything and anyone, even himself. Tino knew his sanity was on a slippery slope, but he had to remind himself that he was almost being insane with the worrying over whether something was really there or not. Still, when Canada advanced towards him, Finland locked up and felt a desired itch in his fingers for his knife.
The tension in the Fin's formed snapped though when Matthew capsized on the wooden floorboards. A flash of the old Tino broke through as Tino quickly placed the bottle-green container on the counter. Something was wrong with the Canadian, and that pricked the worry-wart in Tino's conscience, despite his previous hesitations with the new presence in the room. The Fin quickly lifted his small body up and onto the counter, sliding over the polished surface and out of his little 'fort'. Tino's steps were even and quick as he made his way over to the fallen country, eyes wide. What... was that? Why was Matthew eating dirt on the ground? Tino's expression grew grim as he knelt beside the man. The Fin knew. Not exactly what ailed the Canadian, but he knew that something was injured, and if it suddenly incapacitated Matt's ability to walk...
Tino gently wormed his fingers under Matt's chest to help as the Canadian pushed himself up, exerting himself when he didn't need to. Tino paused at this, before his eyes crinkled, smiling through his ocular sense. This... this was Matthew, for sure. The Canadian always tried to do things, despite harmful to himself, for others. Even if the situation didn't call for it, Canada would push himself until he could no more, and that was where he was now. Tino's hands fell at his sides as his gaze traced Matt's body once more. He didn't see any injuries, but the blond guy was suited up in his costume still. A white hoodie and jeans could work marvels in masking an injury, but Tino needed to see what he was dealing with, in case it was serious, or even worse... fatal.
"Could... could I have a little help?"
“Yes yes, just stop moving!” Tino insisted, gently prodding the Canadian in different areas to look for a reaction. His pokes were gentle, but if Canada were really hiding a bad injury, he would react the the gentle touch with a wince, a cry, or even a sharp jerk of a limb. Though Tino was no doctor, he patched a certain Swedish man up more times than not and learned his way around a first aid kit. The alcohol had buzzed his mind a tad, but not nearly enough to show on his face or in his movements. For a small guy, Tino could handle his liquor remarkably well.
“Where does it hurt?” Finland asked, raising his lavender gaze to meet Canada's.
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Post by can on Sept 5, 2012 7:13:11 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 there was one thing he absolutely hated, that was the sight of fire. The lapping red flames, ready to engulf anything that they happened to come across, claiming those surfaces with an intense searing heat that only had a few ways to be taken out. Perhaps quite an irrational fear, but either way, it was something he was never comfortable with, and so when Tino had lit the handmade weapon, the object within his hands catching aflame within a matter of seconds, it sent a flash of fear through him. But he never did have time to shout out in reaction to it, for the unease that had taken over him during that space of time had rendered him speechless, as he stared, body tense and ready to flee if the other decided he was something to attack, watching as Tino visibly took in his own form, great hesitance clearly shown as neither of the two made a single movement, almost like a staring match to see who would be claimed the victor first. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It seemed at least a little bit of luck was on his side, for only a second later the Fin suddenly let out a cry of distress, the two words holding no sense in Matthew's ears, but he could easily take a guess as to what they were. "Voi paska!" It was with that shout that Tino reacted, and even from the distance in which Matthew stood from him, he could easily make out what the other did to take out the flames, such a thing would obviously bring forth injuries, as the Finnish man's hand made contact with the top of the bright, hot flames to take them out. It made complete sense to him why Tino seemed so eager to chuck the previously ignited bomb at him, but it also was not the best thing to be faced with, since he was in no way shape or form some sort of monster. Or well, at least that he was aware and conscious of. Either way, even if he didn't show or speak it, he was incredibly glad at that moment that at least he wasn't left to deal with getting out of the way of some explosive thrown at him, or left to deal with the results of such. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» “...Matteus?” With the quite hesitant words, he felt the Fin's gaze upon him once again, searching, as if to make sure he was actually who he claimed to be and not some figment of imagination or perhaps some sort of monster that could take up the shape of those they knew. It was that hesitance that drew Matthew forward, as he still felt the great need to prove to Tino he was who he appeared to be, and it was the simple movement that landed him face down on the floor, only lying there for a few short moments before he moved to push himself up. Tino was certainly a quick and agile thing, for when he attempted to sit up using his forearms to get himself off of the ground, he found the arms of the other gently aiding him in the task, such a thing bringing a faint smile to Matthew's face, a look of gratitude, a nearly whispered thanks escaping his mouth then as his violet gaze studied the man before him, a sudden feeling of safety crossing over his mind. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Maybe it was that he just put trust in others too quickly, but the fact that he was now with someone he knew, and knew quite well, it provided him with a quite large sense of safety and ease, though not completely washing away any unwelcome and worrying ideas and thoughts or feelings. Either way, the Fin was a good one of the nations to find, for they were definitely friends, common interests providing them with things to talk about, and similar attitudes giving them nothing to clash over. But that friendship between them didn't stop the way he almost instantly reacted to being poked at. “Yes yes, just stop moving!” When Tino spoke, and a certain point on his leg was touched, he was unable to help the pained hiss that escaped his lips, swatting at Tino's hand with his own and drawing that leg away from the other just a bit, the tiny smile he had on his face only moments ago completely wiped away from his face, replaced with a quite mixed expression. He was absolutely aware that the other had just told him not to move, but he still did anyways, no sense in his mind about whether that was the smartest move or not. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» “Where does it hurt?” Tino asked as he lifted his gaze to meet Matthew's, who stared back with a sense of hesitance and uncertainty. He nearly opened his mouth to respond quite snappily, but held his tongue just in time, taking a breath that was just a bit deeper than normal to keep his head. Oh how the manor was wearing him down. Moving his own fingers down his leg, the digits just barely brushing along the pantleg of his jeans, he allowed them to hover above the area that had caused him the reaction due to pain, an area a few inches above his ankle, hidden by the clothing he wore, and something he had yet to check while having been stuck within the mansion. "It's the worst there.." He muttered unhappily, wishing he was in a position where he could just deny anything, as he didn't want to pose as an annoyance or burden on the other, but he knew quite well that at this point, denying it completely would only become a hassle more than anything. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» But that fact didn't stop him from trying to deny it just a bit, despite his mind telling him that it was completely pointless and no help at all. "But it's alright." He murmured quietly, drawing his hand away from his leg in favour of resting it in his lap, uninjured leg wrapped underneath him, practically sitting upon it much like one would sit on a pillow or something of the sort. He was quiet for only a moment, glancing at the floor as he thought of what to say, before he glanced to the side, biting the inside of his cheek just slightly. "It's been like this for a while." He admitted dully, before shooting his gaze to Tino. "Bu-but it's nothing to worry about! I just need to take a break for a minute, and then it will be fine..." He knew that what he had just said was an outright lie, and that was reflected in his tone, but he couldn't bring himself to completely admit that he wasn't fine and needed help. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He then shifted uncomfortably, hands anxiously gripping the hem of his hoodie, threading the fabric between his fingers. It was clear on his face that he was internally struggling with what to say or do, different parts of him telling him to do different things, and it truly was quite unpleasant and unwanted, the internal struggle to figure out the next thing he would say or do. The cloth beneath his fingers felt strange, dirty and thin from all the usage he had put it through recently, and it quickly drew his hands away, finding it was quite unpleasant. He refused to meet Tino's gaze, keeping his head slightly turned away from the other and focused on the floorboards, flexing his fingers one or twice, before he stubbornly attempted to get to his feet, such an action almost instantly stopping when the movement showed to be quite a dumb one, as he had only moved a little bit before he tensed in pain, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and biting his lip roughly to keep from crying out, bending over slightly as he clamped his hands into fists. Sometimes that stubborn streak he had was not the best thing in the world. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "Okay, I lied." He mumbled through clenched teeth, now regretting the movements prior. "I need help. This is anything but alright." He admitted a bit reluctantly, opening his eyes to hesitantly glance at Tino, before almost instantly looking off to the side, disliking the feeling of being weak he felt from admitting such a thing, not wanting to see any disapproving looks from the other, even if he was quite sure Tino would be one who probably would never provide such a thing. He had been able to hide this injury for quite a while, and it was time he came to terms with the fact that if he didn't figure out what was wrong with his leg, that things were only going to go downhill. But, it was something the found hard to accept, for he was quite used to being the one to shove away injury and focus on others around him before himself. Whether that was selfless or just plain stupid, he wasn't too sure. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» "I hurt it not too long after coming in here..." He said with a sigh, remembering the long while he had spent limping through the hallways, though unable to remember exactly what had set off the injury, that something quite worrying to him, the fact he couldn't remember certain details quite new to him. "But it didn't last long." A shrug was given with that, as he continued to stare to the side, speaking quietly and almost unwillingly. He let out another sigh and muttered an apology to the Finnish man, only able to hope he wasn't being too confusing or annoying, realizing what he had been saying was quite conflicting up to this point, the denials, then quickly followed by admitting what had just been shoved off as nothing. But, if he knew Tino well enough, that probably would not be mentioned in the slightest. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Although he was quite unlucky with what had just happened, it was also a realization that washed across his mind that he was also quite lucky in a way, as well. For bad luck wouldn't equal him wandering into a room with a friend located inside. No, it would have led him to one with a monster or creature inside, and with his current state, absolutely exhausted and injured, that probably would have spelled the end of his time wandering the mansion. Even if he had been presented with a threat upon the entering, that hazard was completely wiped away by now, and even though he felt uncomfortable due to his position and the words he really didn't want to speak, but had, he also felt just slightly relaxed, as if maybe things were going to calm down for a bit, and maybe, just maybe he would get sometime to rest and catch up, to find out what the Fin had seen, had gone through, as well as share his own findings. 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Post by Finland (x) on Sept 9, 2012 20:14:49 GMT -6
Perhaps the Finnish man had been to invasive when lurching forward to aid the Canadian. Tino at this point had dropped all guards, which was dangerous, but the man had no doubts at this point. The way that this body turned, moved, and looked.. it just reeked of the Canadian's nature and that was enough to convince Tino. Regardless though, Tino's aid in helping the Canadian sit up and get his bearings straight was thanked by the hint of a smile. That however, disappeared quicker than lightning when Tino's prodding fingers reached a rather tender spot on the man's one leg. Tino honestly didn't mean to prod that hard, but perhaps he had been too urgent in his fast search and caused the Canadian pain. Wait, there was no question there, as the aching noise that came from the Matthew's lips was a warning enough. Tino felt the slight smacking of his nimble hands as the Canadian ushered him away and tried to retreat back a few inches.
This brought a slight frown to Tino's face, as the guy should really not be moving at all if a simple touch like that was enough to trigger such a reaction. Matthew should have just attempted to rest and ease his rigid muscles, but Tino could understand the urge to push the Nordic away. Matthew Williams was the embodiment of a nation, and with that great responsibility came the feelings and pride of his people. The Canadian was undoubtedly battling with emotions as he tried to push the Fin away. Tino retracted is limbs close to his chest as hesitation began to settle in.
Was he being to forward? Tino had always acted this way towards the other members of his Northern family because they took to it well. Berwald would never admit to being hurt due to his stubborn nature, so Tino usually just took action anyways. Lukas and Emil? Well, they usually tolerated it with stoic expressions because they knew better than to risk infection or injury for a silly matter of pride. Tino tended to Mathias as well when Norway or Iceland didn't, and he would whine and natter as Tino did so, but he always appreciated the attention. Then again, Tino had seen the other Nordics stark naked and inches from human death with injuries that would make a weak stomach heave. True, Tino wasn't faint-hearted, but the Manor had weakened Tino's resolve with rotten flesh and infection, ever since he took a tumble down a forbidden well. Sudden unease settled in Tino's gut as he stared down when Matthew had quietly pointed to.
What if Matthew had a gruesome gash with an infection. True, Tino couldn't smell anything foul, but that didn't guarantee that the Canadian hadn't tried to tend to the injury before. Swallowing thickly, the Finnish man delayed instantly exposing the injury. Matthew's words only added to the time that Tino could stall as he blabbered onward uncharacteristically. Normally Matt was pretty quiet, but he was quickly trying to overcome the fact that he had pointed out his injured leg. Tino sat back as Matt seemed to be arguing against himself rather than Tino. He could see it behind those glasses as he kept defending the fact that he was fine and didn't need any help. Sure, that was a white lie and Tino saw through it instantly, but he still didn't want to point it out to the North American lad. Tino shook his head lightly as Matt refused to look him in the eye. Instead, the guy tried moving once more, as if he were proving some point. Tino saw the result of the action instantly as the younger blond nearly doubled over in pain. The Fin acted quickly once more, a hand shooting to the back of the bespectacled man to try to keep him from keeling over in case the pain caused him to lapse into unconsciousness. The support wasn't needed, but the aching blond seemed to realize his current state and the fact that he could no longer deny his health.
Tino smiled ever so sadly as Matt finally broke down and admitted to the fact that his leg was most certainly not okay. About time too, as exerting himself any longer on the limb would probably only make matters worse. In fact, Tino marvelled at how the Canadian made it this far. He had strolled through the door, which meant he had been wandering the halls. Looking up wordlessly as concern flecked his violet eyes, the Fin swallowed. Matt had been in serious danger if he had been this way for long. And judging by the fact that he had said it had started when they got here... Tino stood quickly, wasting no time in quickly pacing to the poker table. Grabbing a chair curtly, the Fin spun and dragged the fancy furniture back, but not to where the Canadian was laid out. No. Tino went straight for the door, propping the structure on two legs as he wedged the back of chair under the knob, making some sort of lock that would hopefully hold for a little while. When Tino pictured Matt so vulnerable in the halls, he felt a sense of overwhelming alarm in case something busted into the room that they had hidden in. With Matt crippled, Tino would have to cover him and that could prove difficult if he had to fight and carry him at the same time. Not easy, especially when his weapon was not a pistol.
Tino edged the few long strides back to Matthew, quickly shooting down on one knee as his violet eyes washed over the Canadian once more. Tino didn't want to push his boundaries again, but it looked like Matt needed medical attention and he needed it now. Tino could only pray to got that it wasn't something infected. If it was... the Fin suppressed a shudder. The memories of the well lapsed over his mind with the thought of an oozing injury. Rot, decay, maggots. Tino's stomach churned and the alcohol that he had consumed suddenly made his face flush. He couldn't freak out now though. He was allowing his imagination to take hold of him. For all he knew, Matthew could have had a bone fracture.
Swallowing, Tino washed back the nausea and smiled widely, placing a hand on the younger nations shoulder. Matt was still naive, still new, and hadn't been around as long as the Fin had. True, the Canadian had made his mark on the world, but he still had a few lessons to learn. Today, he mastered one of them.
“Look Matt, it takes a great man to endure pain, but an even greater man to admit it,” he said truthfully, his violet eyes locked onto the Canadian's. A reassuring nod topped of the short sentence as Tino grinned, giving Matthew a gentle squeeze on his upper arm. After a moment of holding that proud look, Tino's eyes flickered down to the leg of his comrade as the smile slowly faded.
“Now, I need to see your injury to know what I'm dealing with...” Tino said quietly, unwilling to move without permission at this point. Of course, if the Canadian passed out from pain, that was a different story. Tino knew he was hurt and would honestly try his best to aid the injury back on a healing path. What bothered Tino was how long this ailment had been hurting Canada. If he had earned it upon entry to the Manor, why had it not healed? Things like an infection, a continuous breaking of a bone, a fracture... they were still nations, so their healing rates were accelerated compared to regular humans. So why? Was it the constant exertion that caused Canada's condition to worsen? Tino bit his lip, raising hi eyes to Matt's as he waited for a response.
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Post by can on Sept 23, 2012 13:27:58 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 was truthfully thankful and grateful that Tino seemed completely ready and willing to help him, that proven more than a single time, and once again when the hand of the Fin met his back when he attempted movement and instantly was met with pain as a result. Even if he had yet to say such, it was the absolute truth, and perhaps it was clear somewhere in his expression, for even if it laid mixed with all the different emotions and feelings he currently held, there was the chance it would be displayed as well. He was glad the other was a patient being, for his aimless, colliding rambles were not interrupted with words, and he just knew that he wasn't being ignored either, even if the words he spoke himself were not exactly directly being spoken to Tino, but rather to him and the room, the space that held no others around them and just hung emptily. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» After a short moment he allowed his gaze to shift from the floor of which it had been studying prior, instead to lay to rest upon the other's face, almost instantly able to spot the concern that was displayed, suddenly feeling guilty that he had thrown himself at Tino for help, without warning or anything of the such, and that he was now stuck with the safety of them both, not just a single being. Probably a silly thing to feel bad for, as he would do the same for the Fin if the situation were reversed, or presented itself in the future, but he couldn't help it, his violet eyes searching Tino's face for a moment in silence, as the other visibly swallowed, clearly uneasy and lost in his own moments for the given moment, something of which he could not blame the Fin for. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» What he did not expect was when Tino abruptly rose to his feet and almost casually striding over to the poker table some feet away, his pace quick and agile, clearly wanting to accomplish whatever he was suddenly set to do as fast as he could. A chair was grabbed by the other, and Matthew watched as it was then dragged over past him, and to the door, where it hit him what Tino was doing, completely understanding as the chair was positioned so the back of it was stuck up underneath the knob, something which would provide the entrance into the room something to be a bit of a challenge, or at least more than it would have been for sure. Hopefully luck would stay on their side, and nothing would show itself ready to attack, or at least not until he was ready to help and protect the blonde who was returning back to him. He didn't want to be more of a burden, and was already thinking up of ways to pay him back for the help he was receiving, even if such were quite unneeded. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Tino took no time in returning back over to where he remained, darting down onto one knee where Matthew met his searching gaze, finding it was quite strange to have such an amount of attention focused on him, on the wall with whether or not he enjoyed it or not. The Fin's face suddenly flushed before him, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow questioningly, unsure exactly what to think about it, first thought that came to mind was the question of whether or not the other held some sort of illness that he was trying to hide, or had yet to find out. That was something he would have to inquire afterwards, he decided, for he was not given a chance to ask about it, before a hand was placed on his shoulder as the other swallowed, clearly uneasy about something unsaid, but it was replaced almost instantly with a wide smile, something which confused the Canadian further, but he said nothing about it. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» “Look Matt, it takes a great man to endure pain, but an even greater man to admit it,” The sentence was given along with a nod, also joined with the light squeezing of the shoulder which was still held in the grasp, something of which Matthew gave a meek nod of understanding to, knowing he was absolutely right. Now whether he would always follow those words, that remained a mystery, but he completely comprehended the words and would take them to heart, at least for now. He gave the Fin a weak smile in return to the one the other bore, before the other blonde's smile faded as his gaze lowered, causing his own one to trail off as well as both gazes rested upon the leg in question, sudden unease and nervousness flooding his mind when he realized that he was going to have to finally find out what was wrong with it, and he knew stalling at this point would not be an option. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» “Now, I need to see your injury to know what I'm dealing with...” The words the other spoke came out quiet, and he just gave a reluctant nod in response to it, not greatly willing to reveal it, but also knowing that Tino was not going to be the one to do such, as shown by the fact the other did not move to do such a thing, remaining where he was, only great movement from the Fin being when he raised his eyes to meet Matthew's own, where he allowed their gazes to remain fixated on each other for a short moment, before he broke it in favour of bringing it back down to the injury in question, a faint sigh managing to escape his lips as he hesitantly brought his fingers down toward the bottom of the fabric of his jeans, gently curling those digits around it, before carefully pulling it up his leg as far as it would allow, holding his breath as he did so, both against any pain that sprung from the action, and for the fear of what would be revealed. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» In all reality he had no clue what he was expecting to reveal when he pulled the clothing back, many ideas resting in his mind, but none actually given much thought about, not a single one of the ideas taken into consideration for what could have caused him the issues. He couldn't help but to tense up due to the sharp pain that came with uncovering the leg, biting harshly on his lip to keep from letting any sounds escape his lips, fingers tightening on the fabric as he came face to face with the injury, which was something he had, yet had not expected; the mix of colours merged with an immense amount of swelling, it was not something ideal in his opinion, clearly indicating it was not a surface wound, but something within the skin and further, most likely harder to treat than a simple scratch or even larger, top-layer lying injuries he could have received. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He drew his hands back, then moving his leg a little to attempt and see the backside of it, almost instantly stopping such and closing his eyes with a deep breath, remembering that he was told to stay still, repeating such in his mind a few times as he settled into a stiff stillness, reopening his eyes and looking toward Tino, an apologetic smile on his face, tainted with an underlying frown. The guilt he had felt only moments before was washing up upon him again, and he didn't even know how to express how thankful he was that Tino was willing to help him, or to apologize for suddenly showing up like he had and barely holding any greeting before causing their current situation. He knew it was something that was the best of many scenarios that could have presented itself to either of the two, but that did little to wipe away the conflicting, unwelcome feelings he currently held onto. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» His apologetic smile did not remain on his face for long, before the frown presented itself, removing any trace of the previous expression, as he anxiously threaded his fingers together. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this..." He murmured quietly, dropping his gaze off to the side, not wanting to stare at Finland, nor the injury, leaving his eyes to study the floorboards beneath them, as he found himself unable to hold a gaze on anything but the surface underneath, rubbing the tops of his hands with tense fingers, as he then fell into a silence of his own, feeling a mixture of different emotions, mind taken with a sense of uncertainty, as he drew to a wall with what to do next, wanting to be able to fix it all himself, but knowing he was incapable of such currently, and well aware that Tino would probably not, nor ever, allow such a thing at this point. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» It was at the point where he would just have to put all of his trust in Tino, and hope that the other could assist him, even if just a bit, for he wasn't too sure what to do, or what he could do at this point. He would pay the Fin back for this, at some point, and this was something he would make sure would happen, whether it was helping when the other required medical attention much like he currently needed himself, or assistance with a certain task or encounter with the creatures that wandered the hallways much like him and the others had been doing. Whether the favour being returned happened soon or later, he could not even fathom, but either way, it was going to happen, and he promised himself that it would be achieved. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Post by Finland (x) on Oct 6, 2012 10:52:21 GMT -6
[You wouldn't believe the hassle I went through to get wifi here... ]
Tino was glad that his friendly words of wisdom weren't instantly shot down or scoffed at. Instead, Matthew seemed to digest and comprehend them with quiet understanding, something that Tino tended to admire in the man. Canada was the kind of person that quietly followed meetings, but actually listened to everything that was said. To have such an ability and open mind was something that Tino was a little envious of, but he nevertheless liked the guy for it. Though many people looked over the Canadian like he didn't exist, Tino tried not to be one of them. He honesty liked Matt, thinking he was a good guy.
So, to see Matt crippled by the hands of the Manor was more than a little unsettling for the Finnish nation. Matthew didn't deserve this. Matthew was Matthew. Polite, quiet, shy little Matt. This Manor didn't deserve to hold the Canadian. In fact, it didn't hold the right to confine any nation here, but Tino wasn't about to start ranting to a wall about the unfairness of their current situation. Instead, Tino would try and make the best out of their current hiding place in this Billiard Room. The Fin had to assess exactly what was their situation and what needed to be done. That could be thought through later. At the moment, Matt needed some sort of medical attention on his lower leg.
The alcohol twisted in Tino's stomach once more as he tried to push back the nausea. It was fine. Everything was going to be okay. If Matt did have an infection, what was Tino going to do? Faint? No, he couldn't do that. He wouldn't. That wasn't an option here. If Matt had some puss-filled, oozing gouge in his limb, then Tino would simply have to treat it, regardless of how iffy he felt with pathogenic injuries. Swallowing back his unease once more as he watched Matthew's tentative fingers brush past the hem of his worn jeans.
Tino crouched, completely fixed in place like rods had been drilled through his skeleton. He waited, his violet eyes intense with utter focus and apprehension. Though he had come to terms with his squeamishness, he still couldn't help but feel anxious. What if Canada had a really severe injury? What if Tino couldn't fix it? The Fin certainly knew his stuff regarding medicine, but he was no surgeon, nor did he really have any means to treat most injuries here. He had some alcohol, which could work as a crude disinfectant, but what else? Towels? Bar stools? There wasn't much he could do in such a location. Leaning forward as Matt gently rolled the denim back, Tino noticed to sudden tension in Canada's white knuckles. Flicking his gaze up to Matt's, Tino's face pinched together sympathetically as his eyes lowered back down to the exposed injury.
Tino had to fight to keep his jaw from propping open as his eyes bulged at the ridiculously swollen skin. Empathy charged through his mind as he bit his lip, feeling pain from merely looking at the pulsing area, nevertheless actually having to walk on it. Good god, how had the Canadian made it this far? What did he even have? It was clearly internal, but it was so swollen that Tino wasn't exactly sure what Matthew had done to himself. Was this a broken bone that had continually been walked on? A fracture? A torn tendon? Whatever it was, there was bleeding beneath the skin, indicated by the multiple shades of blue, yellow and green. Tino tried not to grimace as his mind reeled. He needed to get the swelling to go down.
Flicking his head up, his eyes rested on the alcoholic drinking area. What kind of bar didn't have ice? Tino was about to rise and scoot over to the bench when Matt spoke again, instantly snagging Tino's attention as the Fin turned back to him. The man looked scared and ashamed of himself, as he refused to make eye contact with the Nordic nation. Tino felt sadness well up in his chest at the sight of the larger, more powerful nation looking so defeated, so output by the fact that he was injured and at the mercy of Tino. The Fin kept a stiff upper lip as he reached forward, using his index and middle fingers on his right hand to gently touch the underside of the Canadian's chin. Raising his hand and forcing the North American to look him in the eye, Tino calmly asserted, “Matthew, rest assured that this doesn't bother me in the least. In fact, I'm really glad I ran into you when I did...” Tino didn't finished the sentence for the sole reason that he didn't want to alert the younger nation to the true severity of his injuries. Matthew probably knew already, but Tino had no desire to voice it. “So!” Tino broke out, cracking the uncharacteristic seriousness that he possessed before, “No sulking alright? We'll get you fixed up. Now, up we go.”
Without much warning, Tino slid forward the few inches to close the gap between the nations. Resting one hand behind Matt's back and the other very, very gently below his knees, Tino slowly rose to avoid jarring the leg, as it looked painful enough as it was. Shifting with the newly found weight bearing down on his arms, Tino offered a small smile as he carefully turned and made baby steps towards the counter, making sure to handle the Canadian very carefully. He didn't mind walking slowly, as his arms could take the strain. He wasn't a champion at his national wife-carrying contest for nothing.
“So, I'm going to put you on the counter so I can make you a splint or something. First off though, I'm going to try and find some ice. That should help with the swelling, and with the pain,” Tino explained, finishing his sentence as he gently placed the blond's bottom on the polished granite bar. Smiling reassuringly, Tino nodded once before asking, “Can you try and take off your shoe? I'm sure it's not that bad, but we should check it out, right?” Tino smiled broadly, before spinning around and sliding over the counter to the bartender's side. There had to be some sort of fridge or ice maker somewhere. As Tino absently searched, he allowed the joyful look to slip from his expression. He was trying to downplay Matt's injury in an attempt to calm down the nation. If Tino could make it seem like it was no big deal, then maybe Canada would stop looking so horribly guilty.
Truth be told, it was a big deal. Internal injuries were never pleasant, and this was no exception. Tino had no doubts that Matt had made the injury much worse by walking on it and not treating it properly. It looked like a broken bone or a fracture, but Tino wasn't positive on either. He thankfully didn't see a bone protruding from Matt's skin, but he hadn't inspected the backside of the injury yet. He prayed that there was nothing sticking out, because if there was, things just took a turn for the worst. If Matthew's bone was exposed, there was a chance that he could have a bone infection. That was something that absolutely couldn't be treated here and he'd need a doctor. Otherwise... he might lose the leg. Swallowing as he found a few trays of ice cubes in the freezer, he pulled them out and popped the frozen squares onto a towel, gently wrapping them up.
Making his way back over to the Canadian, Tino offered a smile as he handed the ice pack to the blond. “Here, this should help.”
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Post by can on Oct 9, 2012 17:24:24 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] »» As he allowed his gaze to rest upon the scratched surface below his own body, he could not help but to take in the surroundings, for even if it appeared he was studying the floor immensely, he was just using it as a way to keep from looking toward the Fin or his own injury, and such a thing was probably completely obvious, but in all reality he couldn't care less. It was quiet, much quieter than some rooms of the manor, the ticking of the clock radiating within the walls of the area, only other sounds being those that sprouted from any movement of the two, for nothing else provided a breakage in the peacefulness that had fallen. If it were any other time he would be quite relieved for such a find, especially if he was with one he knew, but it would also be something to throw unease into, for the silence could have meant a hidden monster within the corners. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» But, judging by the fact that they had yet to see any sighting of something harmful - other than the explosive weapon which had been previously defused - and there had yet to be a sound brought to his own ears that could make him think that they were not safe. It was probably just short-living luck, one that would fade quite quickly, but it would hopefully prove to be just enough to get things steady, and maybe even enough so he could stop being so useless, and throw some aid at Tino, instead of it being the other way around, and only that way. Needless to say, he wasn't too unsettled from the quiet blanket that overcame the surroundings, and had since he entered the room moments before, instead he felt honestly relaxed about it, even if he was on edge due to the worry that something could enter at any moment. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He refused to look at the Fin for a number of moments, and it was not until he felt fingers underneath his chin and his head was forced away from the location of staring at the floor, in favour of aiming toward the face of the other, that he finally met Tino's unique gaze. He only keep his own eyes on the other, before they flicked from side to side, occasionally darting upwards or downwards as he tried to avoid eye contact, without actually moving his head in the slightest. “Matthew, rest assured that this doesn't bother me in the least. In fact, I'm really glad I ran into you when I did...” The words were spoken with a serious calamity to them, clearly meant to be reassuring, but he felt anything but assured from it, knowing Tino was speaking honestly, but still troubled from his guilt with the situation. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He didn't respond to the sentence, instead keeping his eyes focused on the Fin's shoulder, as opposed to his face, still thinking about what had just been said, and the tone of which it had brought forth. He wasn't held with a great amount of time to ponder about it however, for it seemed as quick as a flick of a light switch, and Tino was back to a quite cheerful tone, or at least as much of one as one would be able to manage within the mansion. “So! No sulking alright? We'll get you fixed up. Now, up we go.” He never would have expected exactly what the other had meant from the last bit of what was said, and he was given very little time to wonder or prepare himself for what came next, as nearly right after the Fin spoke, was he right close to the other, as Tino brought him gently toward his chest in a firm, yet soft hold, and rose to his feet. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Although the other was being incredibly delicate with him, it still felt like a bit of a jolt to his body, or maybe it was that he was taken by surprise, and he could not help but to take the Fin's shirt in a tight fist, curling in on himself just a bit against the nauseating pain. Maybe it was due to the fact he was now not running on any sort of adrenaline rush, and his body was finally ready to accept and face all the pain and weariness he felt, deciding to throw it on him at once, or something else, but either way, each tiny step felt more like a bump, and he closed his eyes for the brief moment that was transferring him from the floor to the new destination, one that was made clear only in a matter of a short given time, with words and movement. “So, I'm going to put you on the counter so I can make you a splint or something. First off though, I'm going to try and find some ice. That should help with the swelling, and with the pain,” [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He reluctantly released the shirt from his grasp when he was gently placed upon the surface of the counter, something which felt cooler than the floor had beneath his body, feeling both nice and uncomfortable at the same time, the hardness of such probably playing a bit of a role into it as well. “Can you try and take off your shoe? I'm sure it's not that bad, but we should check it out, right?” Questions were given with a small nod prior to such, a smile assisting the words, something which seemed out of place, only lasting in his vision for a short moment as the other then spun around in his search and hopped the counter, leaving Matthew to do what had just been requested, something he had not verbally said he would actually do, but doing such anyways. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» His fingers met the article that covered his foot, slowly removing it and releasing his sock-covered foot to the room, only to have the sock taken off as well, leaving the air to nip at his previously covered toes, finding it was colder than the area within his shoe. He blinked, studying his foot, finding that to his relief it seemed relatively alright, wriggling his toes and watching the movement absently as he left the shoe and sock on the counter beside him, bringing his hand through his hair, then scratching the back of his head slightly, lost in thought, wondering about the others and things relating to what was presenting itself before him. He had to ask Tino about his brother, and perhaps ask if he had found any that laid close to the Fin. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He was taken out of his thoughts when Tino returned back over to him, presenting the makeshift ice pack, something quite simple, but enough that it would provide a great deal of help. He took the towel covered ice cubes from the other, studying it briefly, before hesitantly resting it on the injury, attempting to stifle a grunt of pain, but not removing it despite the fact it laid uncomfortably upon the surface it would provide help and aid to. "Thank you... Tino." He said in a near whisper, looking at him, and not just to the side of his face this time, forcing a bit of a smile onto his face and giving a nod which clearly displayed uncertainty. greatly wanting to express the gratitude that he felt, and having absolutely no idea how to display, which was steadily growing to be something which was quite the annoyance. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He studied the Fin before him, taking in everything he saw, realizing how happy he was that this was in fact the real Fin - or at least seemed to be such, for it probably could be nearly impossible to tell if it was real or not, but judging by the way they could physically interact, well, it was most definitely Tino. He stared at the other for a good few moments, drawn in a silence, before he reached out to the other and grabbed a hold of his shirt again, using the article of clothing to bring him closer, where Matthew then brought him into a close, one-armed hug, pressing his face into the Fin's shoulder, giving him a gentle, yet tight squeeze. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He willed himself not to break down right then and there, instead muttering something inaudible, of which had been more to himself than anything anyways, before removing his head from the shoulder as to provide the other to be able to understand and hear him. "I really mean that thank you... I... I cannot describe how thankful I am to have run into you, and that you're willing to help me." He muttered honestly, releasing the other from the hug and staring down at his leg, cheeks slightly pink, clearly realizing that perhaps he had been too forward with the expression, a tiny smile joining his face. He then glanced back at Tino once again, the smile fading as he grew serious once more. "What do we do now?" He questioned quietly, at a complete loss of ideas himself, and hoping that Tino knew what to do next. Such a thing would be great, but he also wouldn't be upset if the other didn't have a clue of what to do either. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Post by Finland (x) on Nov 12, 2012 23:23:58 GMT -6
As Tino moved through the motions of searching for ice, his brow furrowed down as he tried to think rationally. This was bad. Really, really bad. How could he possibly treat such a horrible injury? It wasn't like he could slap a band-aid on the massively swollen leg and proclaim that everything would be alright. He was having enough trouble as it was staying optimistic here. Matt needed bed rest above all else, and perhaps a cast. They were still nations... even the Manor could not deny that, so their healing rate was vastly accelerated in comparison to a regular mortal. Still, compared to their usual strength and abilities in their own respective countries, they were at the mercy of the mansion.
The mention of the building and its power reminded Tino of the fact that he couldn't give the Canadian what he needed. The Manor didn't wait for anyone to fully recuperate... Tino knew that first hand. The Fin had taken a tumble down a forbidden well and was still aching from the injuries that he received there. True, he couldn't exactly pin down the particular date at which he fell, but he did recall exactly what had happened to him down there and the consequences of trying to escape. He could still feel the sting from the bite marks that the undead of the mansion had left on his body, and he had been forced to move before they had completely healed. He idly wondered what state his skin was in at the moment... He hadn't taken the time to roll up his pants to observe the scars, if they had even healed to that point. Honestly... he didn't want to see. He wanted to forget, and if that meant engrossing himself in the treatment of someone else's injuries, then so be it.
Tino turned back to the Canadian, who had followed the gentle request to remove his shoe. Thankfully, the swelling didn't extend down into his ankle. That would have made matters significantly worse. Instead, it remained concentrated, localized on a spot between his knee and foot. Tino could have let out a sigh of relief, but all was not well. The injury was still grave and still needed to be cared for. The Finn also happened to have a good 'brace' on him. A feeble old butter knife that would be sturdy enough to hold. Tino could also use part of a chair leg if he needed to extend the splint up to the Canadian's hip. That might provide more support. Musing to himself as he watched Matthew apply the ice to his massively swollen leg, Tino couldn't help but wonder exactly what the man did to himself. It took a lot to injure a nation; they were hardy immortals. However, to attain such an injury must have been dreadful. What attacked him? Had he fallen? Got it when he leaped to safety? Tino didn't know, nor did dare to ask. He just wanted to help in any way.
Glancing around for a moment, Tino surveyed him 'tools' and supplies that he could potentially use when he decided to make this splint. Matt's injury warranted a heavy support system. Hm... perhaps Tino could smash one of the upholstered chairs. He could used the long backbone of wood to make a splint that reached Matt's thigh. Yeah, that was a better idea than the knife. He could use smaller pieces too, to stiffen the inner side of his limb. Then he could wrap it all in the cushion foam. Yes, that would work! Tino was about to move when he heard the softest of sounds. Turning back to the Canadian, the Finnish man realized that Matthew had spoken very quietly and the older Nordic had accidentally missed what he had said. Tino smiled back at him, pretending to know what the male had said, but he had a hunch. Matthew was a very polite individual, and he was looking at him in such a way that Finland just knew that he had either apologized to him or thanked him. The appreciation that glittered in the violet hues framed by those wire-rims told Tino that it was the latter of his last guess. Tino tipped his head slightly, giving the Canadian a half nod in response... just in case he were wrong about the gratitude thing. He was about to turn once more to the chairs, but there was suddenly a hand gripping the loose material of his black muscle shirt. With surprising strength, Tino was drawn closer to the North American like a fish on a hook.
He almost squeaked. Almost. Soon though, he was suddenly enveloped in a one-armed hug. Tino's eyes were wide in a combination of surprise and shock as he hesitated for a moment, before parental instinct (don't ask him how he got it, but he did) took over. Smiling weakly, Tino gently encircled the 'kid' with his arms. Giving him a reassuring pat, Tino gently soothed the ailed boy by rubbing gentle circles on his back. If Tino could take Matthew away from all this... If he could shelter his burdens from the Manor, he would. He'd take them in a heartbeat. It wasn't fair to have this gentle, polite, quiet little man so beat up by the Manor's dark tendencies.
“I really mean that thank you... I... I cannot describe how thankful I am to have run into you, and that you're willing to help me.” The words struck a chord within the Nordic as he continued to sooth the male with gentle pats. He didn't want Matt to crack, and he could feel the rawness beneath his voice. The Canadian was close to the breaking point and Tino couldn't... no, wouldn't allow the Canadian to go under.
“Shh, don't worry about it... S'alright Mattie... s'gonna be alright. I promise...”
The embrace lasted a few moments longer before the Nordic felt the Canadian's grip loosen and pull away. The Fin instantly released him, looking back to the male with a small, sad smile. He wanted to promise the male's safety, but he knew as soon as he spoke the vow that there was a chance that he could that couldn't keep his word, and that hurt. Tino's violet eyes found another pair that were a slightly different shade as the blond's lips twitched upwards in a ghost of a smile. Tino beamed back, before Matt suddenly dropped the expression to take up one that was far more grave. That... unnerved the Fin. When Matthew moved to speak once more, Tino tensed up and expected the worst.
“What do we do now?”
Tino looked dumbstruck for a second before bursting into laughter as he turned, meandering across the room as his chuckles bounced across the tables and chairs. He had been expecting something along the lines of 'We're going to die, aren't we?' or 'It's no use. It won't be alright' or even worse, 'You're a liar. You can't keep that promise.' Instead, Matthew was asking such a simple question that had a very simple answer. With a wide smile, Tino flashed the Canadian a wink as he chimed, “Why, anything we want~”
Popping open a drawer from one of the game tables, Tino's expression lit up even further as he snatched the items that he was idly looking for. What luck! Looks like they were in for a treat after all. Swiveling back, Tino raised his palm to expose his clever find. “Fancy a game of card, ystäväni?” he said coyly as he strode back, placing the deck Matthew. “After, your swelling should go down and I can make a splint for you. Sound fair?”
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Post by can on Jan 6, 2013 15:28:44 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 hug that he encased the other in felt so nice, it was like a blanket of reassurance that broke through the unhappiness that cloaked all those who entered the mansion, and he felt safe with the other so close, for he trusted the Fin with his life. And everyone knew Tino was good with ranged weapons, so he had no doubt that if something were to burst into the room, they would at least have some sort of chance against it, even if he himself were unable to provide much help, as much as he wished he could. He knew he would never hear the end of it if he were to help out when it were unnecessary anyways; he just had to hope it did not get to a point where he had to help out, or that would spell it for them. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» “Shh, don't worry about it... S'alright Mattie... s'gonna be alright. I promise...” The words spoken right before he broke the hug were undoubtedly meant to be reassuring, and even if he felt like he would break down then and there, he did take in the reassurance Tino provided. Words that obviously were not true, empty in their promises, but they were spoken softly and gently, and honestly something nice to hear, a way to pretend all was right for now. And in a way, things were all right; sure he was injured, and perhaps the Fin was in a way as well, and they were trapped in a room, sitting ducks for monsters wanting new kills, but there was also some things to help out located in the area they resided, and entertainment at the very least. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He'd have preferred a bedroom over this one in all honesty, but he could not complain, for at least they were not out in the hallways, which was over a hundred times worse than this. And that was when his expression dropped; just what were they going to do? He voiced this out loud rather seriously, and Tino reacted with a rather surprised and speechless look crossing his face, and Matthew began to wonder if perhaps that was an odd choice of words when laughter followed the shocked expression the other had put on; and the Canadian was completely confused by this. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» “Why, anything we want~” A bright smile and a wink accompanied this, and he couldn't help but to weakly smile back at the Fin, watching as the other moved to one of the game tables to open a drawer and filter through its contents. Matthew rested his head on his knees, and it was only a short moment later that Tino spun right back around, presenting a deck of cards. “Fancy a game of card, ystäväni?” The deck was placed beside him at this, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow questioningly, wanting a reasoning why behind this; and he got just that. “After, your swelling should go down and I can make a splint for you. Sound fair?” [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He honestly just wanted to curl up somewhere and sleep; he was beginning to feel more and more run down as excitement and adrenaline completely left him, but he nodded meekly, not wanting to turn Tino down. " Alright... That sounds like a good idea." He mused quietly, giving the Fin another small smile. " What kind of game?" He then quickly questioned, keeping his gaze on Tino, tilting his head sideways against his knee, ice still being held against the injury on his leg. A game of cards would be a good distraction from the nauseating pain and exhaustion he felt, and it would also be a great time to ask questions that he really wanted answers from. And he was quite sure Tino had some himself. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He then shifted so he was sitting more upright, wincing slightly as pain caused his world to spin just slightly, but he quickly shoved the feeling away, a more determined facade coming across. He was going to kick Tino's butt in this game of cards; it was a good method of distraction and he found himself growing a smirk despite himself. " I'm just going to warn you... I'm quite good at card games." He said confidently, nodding as if to reassure himself this was the truth. If Tino were as good with card games as he was with other things, then this would be a nice challenge for Matthew, and he looked forward to that. [/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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Post by Finland (x) on Jan 8, 2013 11:04:38 GMT -6
Tino was glad that Matthew seemed to perk up after his little pep talk and comforting hug. Tino was never sure when to talk and when to shut up so knowing that he had some sort of positive impact on the North American nation was a relief. Well, as much as a relief as it could be. Matt was still in pretty bad shape with his banged up leg. Hopefully it would begin to heal somewhat properly with the aid of a splint. One fear in Tino's mind was that the injury would heal incorrectly. From what Tino could see, the blooming black and green bruise didn't look fresh. What was probably doing the most damage was walking and sprinting on it. Tino was almost positive that the fracture (or whatever it was) would heal once Matt rested.
The only problem with their accelerated healing was the possibility that they would heal incorrectly. Tino had had that happen once in the past with his trigger finger. It had been broken when someone crunched the end of his gun and tore it from his hands. Ignorant, the Fin ignored the pain until he got back to safety at the base camp. Then and only then did he notice that the ligaments had been torn and that the digit was healing crookedly to the side. Tino had to rebreak his finger and undergo a surgery to fix it. Needless to say, surgery was not an option here and the best medicine would be prevention. They had to heal it right the first time.
When Tino returned with the cards in his hands, he could see the confusion littering Matt's expression, mauve eyes widened under his spectacles. Come now, did the Canadian really forget how to have fun? Sure, Tino wasn't exactly intending to have the time of his life over some papers with numbers and symbols on them, but hey, he'd take what he could get. Besides, Tino would only allow half of himself to enjoy the game. The other half would be straining for voices, claws... anything on the other side of that wooden door. There were still two bottles of alcohol at his sides, all too eager to be ignited and thrown. But Tino was getting ahead of himself. As much as he loved his Molotov cocktails, he'd save them for when they were needed.
To keep his hands busy, Tino shuffled the desk absentmindedly. What game...? Hm... Tino wasn't focusing as much on the type of game as to the slight hunch in Matthew's shoulders and the subtle droop in his eyelids. Perhaps Tino had been too hasty in his decision to distract their frantic minds. Matthew might have needed to rest more so than play little games. There were some couches in this room that Matt could nap on (Tino had no intentions of sleeping at the moment), but Matthew seemed tired. Maybe just one game. Then Tino would urge Matt to sleep. He'd revert to singing a stupid lullaby if he had to.
“Hm, how does poker sound to you?” Tino offered, tossing forth the game that he knew the rules of quite well. Well, as well as any person could know them. Surprisingly, Tino played poker quite often, more than most nations would acknowledge. Tino then noticed the flicker of pain that flashed passed Matthew's expression as it swayed his sense of balance. Tino twitched as he nearly jumped forward to support Matthew in case he capsized. He didn't though, to the Fin's relief. Tino didn't want to smother the nation. If Matt didn't want help, then so be it. If Tino pushed, he wouldn't be helping. In fact, he'd only succeed in injuring the Canadian's pride. So Tino stayed quiet as he dealt each of them two cards.
“O-Oh?” Tino remarked in response to Mattie's declaration of abilities. Lovely... Matthew was a card wizard. Tino began to chuckle as he discarded the first card on the deck, tossing it to the side. “Well, I'd just like to warn you that I am quite possibly the worst person at card games. Even Peter beats me,” Tino muttered, giving his head a slight shake as his blond mop of locks swayed back and forth. “But I do play with Ber, and he's got quite possibly the best poker face that I've ever seen, so I might have a few tricks up my sleeves~”
[Now do not reply so I don't have to think about posts for a while =P]
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Post by can on Feb 1, 2013 20:43:41 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 found that he was actually looking forward to a game of cards, much to his own surprise. It had been such a length of time, or at least it felt like he had not taken part of something fun in a while, and so the idea of actually relaxing and having something to enjoy, and talk aimlessly over was exciting. Perhaps they had only been inside the mansion for a few days, but even then that was a long while to not have had an ounce of fun, to have been paranoid and distracted with thoughts of escape. As long as they were not interrupted by an unwelcome presence, then he was completely sure it would be a rather fun experience, and it would lighten the dull mood that seemed to constantly lay upon those stuck within the manor's walls. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» When Tino suggested a game of poker, he gave a short nod, a smile crossing his features, the idea spiking his interest and excitement further, such being clear on his expression. He could ignore the pain and fight the exhaustion for at least a game or two; he would force himself to if that was what it took. He needed a good game with a close friend, the time to talk, but also relax, and this was probably the best situation he would be presented with for such to happen. He watched as the other shuffled the cards in his hands, and allowed himself to continue such for a good moment or two as a dazed feeling overtook him, which he soon shoved away, and straightened up to prepare himself for the playful battle to come. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He did not miss the tiny twitch Tino gave when his own movement had caused pain, and he actually found it rather reassuring, knowing that the Finn had his back if he were to collapse at any given moment. It may have been something another would find annoying or overbearing, but he took it as a good thing, as a sense of relief and protection, and even if he felt he was relying way too heavily on the other for his safety, it was just something he couldn't help. He noticed the other had drawn quiet as well in reaction to it, and he hoped that Tino wasn't thinking negatively about having reacted, even if it had been in the slightest. It was completely considerate and kind in his own personal opinion. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» Matthew couldn't help but grin even more when he stated his success at card games, watching as Tino dealt them each two cards, taking his own two within his free hand when they were placed on the table, as to better study what he had been given, and he found it rather hard not to express the delight he found at the sight of two sixes lining his hand. It made him curious as to what the other had, wondering if Tino had cards that were better or worse than his, or ones that would become golden with the revealing of other cards. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» “O-Oh?” Came the response to his statement, discarding of the card lining the top of the deck coming along with Tino's single spoken word. “Well, I'd just like to warn you that I am quite possibly the worst person at card games. Even Peter beats me,” Matthew couldn't help but to laugh softly at this, almost tempted to reach out and give the Finn a pat on the shoulder, as if for reassurance. “But I do play with Ber, and he's got quite possibly the best poker face that I've ever seen, so I might have a few tricks up my sleeves~”[/blockquote][/div][/size] »» He gave a hum in reply to this, studying the other before him as he thought that over. " Well that's good... A challenge will be nice." A smirk crossed his face at this, words coming out in an almost taunting voice. " Though I'll probably still beat you; it'll be more of a challenge for you than me!" He mused rather animatedly, the amount distraction of the card game had already provided completely clear. He did not mean to be one-track minded at times, but in cases like this, it truly was the best thing. And he felt confidant that he was about to kick some major butt, and it only fuelled his excitement. He could temporarily forget all his problems with a simple distraction, and it was really a wonderful thing. Perhaps he would be struck with a harder hit of tired or pain later on, but for now, he was completely content and happy with the situation, and ready for the game to truly begin. [/blockquote][/div][/size] »» OOC;; Random card generators seem to like me, I guess![/blockquote][/div][/size] [/color] [/size][/style][/center]
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