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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2013 12:56:59 GMT -6
As usual, the manor was strange with time. It felt like such a long time ago that he had left Turkey to his devices after the meeting in the piano room. But though he regretted leaving the beloved piano room he had discovered, his rumbling stomach had disagreed with him. Now, Roderich was very happy to disregard the whims of his stomach, but he was certain it had been more than two days since he had last drunk or eaten, if the feeling of fatigue was anything to go by. Roderich, though much more fortunate than many other nations and certainly prosperous enough now, had nonetheless gone through hunger and famine. He could grin and bear it, certainly, but it had been a very long time since had to do so. Not since the Allies occupied Vienna and given the country rations. Food was pretty hard to find in the Badeau home, outside of the kitchen. Of course, as no one would truly need “human” food in a mansion devoid of anything but monsters and evil. Evil wouldn't appreciate a good cooked meal of stewed meat and potatoes. Nor a nice, mildly spicy goulash. And monsters preferred Homo Sapiens Bleu to well-done pork chops. Naturally, this meant rather hungry nations. Earlier on, Roderich had been able to find small things to eat, some preserves or strangely unspoiled fruit. He supposed the Evil in the house wouldn't appreciate its’ toys starving. It sounds like a terribly boring and slow death to watch. And the Evil was certainly not keeping them there to be bored. His lantern flickered as he traversed the dark and long hallways in this maze of a mansion. He supposed he was lucky that nothing had yet appeared to terrorize him. He made it to the stairs and gripped the wooden railing tightly as he made his way down to the first floor. Each step was followed by a legato of creaks made by the old wooden boards the stairs consisted. Roderich was honestly surprised they hadn't rotted away completely, especially since there had not been owners to keep maintenance. Maybe the evil did one thing well. After that terrifying and creaky journey down, Roderich lit his way to the kitchen. It was probably the most logical choice for where there might be some food, if the other nations hadn’t stripped it already. Though Roderich didn’t think cooking would be a good idea if it would attract some creature by the smell. Upon entering the kitchen, Roderich was startled by the sheer amount of food that assaulted his senses. It’s as a bunch of maids had just left the kitchen in a hurry, leaving a most sumptuous feast. The soup on one of the pans was still simmering, though the little gas stove was shut off. Several large oven-roasted meats were place on the counter, as if fresh from the oven. He could smell freshly baked bread as well. Roderich rubbed at his glasses to make sure that he was seeing alright. Obviously this was some sort of trick. If the feast was “real” then it was obviously poisoned or enchanted somehow. Perhaps if one bit into one of those loaves of bread they’d turn into something disgusting. He approached the plates of food hesitantly, watching for anything that might jump out or happen. This whole feast business was planned. For what, he knew not. His gaze fell on a little white card near one of the roasts laid out. He quickly snatched it and read it aloud. “On the house, literally, and there is no need to worry, it is safe for consumption. Enjoy!” Roderich’s brows furrowed. Even if the note said it was “safe” for consumption, it didn't assure him of what he was eating. He quickly grabbed the nicest looking fruit he could and held it in his hands, examining it for any trickery. If this was how the manor was going to challenge him, by tempting him with food, he’d win this alright.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 14:21:35 GMT -6
He was scared, terrified, and just wanted out and as far away from this place as he could get. It was dark, large, full of holes and frightening monsters and sounds; like a giant breeding ground for everything he despised and feared. Whether he went up a set of stairs, or down, it seemed that every door just led further into the maze that was the Manor, and no piece of luck could lead him toward the door that would get him out. Even the windows provided no help, as most were boarded up, or too shattered that he didn't dare go near them in fear of being cut from sharp pieces, or accidentally falling out of one from some freak incident.
He had no idea how long it had been since he had last seen a friendly face, but it felt like an eternity, a forever spent slinking along the walls, arms brushing close to the peeling surface as he tried to stick to the shadows, to keep his body hidden and movements silent. he hadn't been totally successful in his treks; varying degrees of dried blood and injuries showing he too had felt the wrath of some of the monsters within, but at least he had escaped with his life up to this point. Sadly, there was little joy felt inside his small body at that fact, only a mild pleasure, one that barely laid there, hidden underneath each and every worry the boy carried.
Peter clutched the strap of his backpack tight, other hand tracing along the wall as he quietly walked along the hallway that looked like so many others. Where was he? Third floor, hundredth floor? He truly had no idea, no real way to figure out, and even with his good skills for maps and strategy, there was no actual way to identify each hall from another. It was dark, dim, and dreary, tight fists and clenched jaw an indicator on how fearful each of those values made him. He was terrified of the dark, he despised monsters, every little thing in this place was scary and stupid and he hated it!
He could feel his eyes filling up with tears that had yet to fall, and he quickly blinked them back. He had to hold himself together; he had to do it so he could make it to finding his family and friends. He could only hold onto the faint hope that he wasn't the only one stuck in this place so similar to many horror games and movies he had watched and played. It was too bad he usually got too scared to finish them and memorize how each got out of their situation. it probably would have helped massively in his situation.
He wiped at his eyes with a dirty sleeve, the once red long sleeve shirt now dull and stained, covered with varieties of red and brown, blood and dirt that had accumulated with time. It stung his eyes, a bit of an counteractive move, but when he removed his sleeve he was surprised to find the area a bit lighter. He would have assumed it would make it blurrier or darker with the degree he had rubbed his eyes, but it was no play of the mind, and only got stronger with each passing second.
He reacted quickly, thankfully only frozen in fear for a few seconds - a short amount of time for him - backing away from the approaching lightness; yes he liked that it was getting brighter, but that had to mean someone, something was approaching. His suspicions were right, as the light soon turned into a room, a figure holding the lamp disappearing before his very eyes, a squeak of a door and fading of footsteps peaking his interest, but also increasing his growing unease.
He waited a good few moments before slowly shuffling over to the door, careful of where he set his feet as to not alert the being to his presence, shaking hand gripping the doorknob as he turned it silently, hesitating before he entered and made himself vulnerable. He was tense, ready to flee at a given second, but that instantly vanished when the door slammed shut behind him, a stupid move on his part to have let go of the door and not been careful to shut it himself. He froze, expression one of pure horror and terror.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2014 12:02:35 GMT -6
Okay, this challenge had been harder to win than he thought. In fact, the Manor had been very intelligent to challenge him with food. He loved food. And, Gott, they had coffee. Roderich wanted run his hands into the sack of coffee beans and sigh in the uttermost pleasure. There was nothing, nothing that could keep him content as much as coffee, except for music. So it took self control and a lot of it. Thankfully, Austria had plenty of self control so that he wasn't eyeing the roasts, which were made well and not burnt at all.
Okay maybe he was. This was hard.
“Verdammt.” He let this curse as a groan as he massaged the temples of his head, not exactly bothered to remain composed in an empty room. It struck him that he should quickly leave into another room, a room that would not write little reassuring notes and offer up tempting visions of food that would probably eat him as a dessert to someone’s main course.
He’d probably be eating if there was no feast around and cute little note around. In fact, he was more curious about the idea that the food was unsafe for some reason or the other. This meant that any food generally received outside the manor was unsafe and therefore the nations generally had no choice but to come here. But if the food here was unsafe, what then? Starving them didn't seem like what the Manor wanted, who really knew what it wanted, but if that was a goal, what for? Did the Manor expect some grand fight for resources? Someone going mad and succumbing, Gott forbid, cannibalism? He supposed being eaten by a fellow Nation would be horrifying; much more than a frightening monster. Maybe it was the plan.
Roderich had enough of thinking in silence and hungrily staring at food. This room was making his mind more morbid than it usually was and that wasn't good for him. He was making his way back out when he heard some sort of shuffling outside. Immediately he jumped back from the door, hand reaching for rifle and lantern set on the counter.
“Well this is just bad luck.” He thought as he ready his rifle and raised it to point at the door. The moment it opened he’d shoot. A clack was heard as he locked and loaded his rifle. Today was not the day he was going to be killed and he had just enough of the Manor toying, first with food, and now with potential monsters.
It was a clear wonder he hadn’t pulled the trigger when a young boy ambled into the room. Roderich didn't lower his rifle out of shock as he processed the image. The boy, Roderich remembered him as that little sea fortress of Arthur’s, looked like he’d been put through a grinder. His shirt was absolutely filthy and Roderich had half a mind to scold him about proper hygiene before he remembered he had a rifle to the boy’s face. He lowered it just as the door slammed behind him.
“You startled me.” He put the rifle away, keeping an eye on the boy. He was blonde. And unlike Arthur, blue-eyed. Roderich wasn't sure of what the boy wanted but as familiar pangs in his chest told him, Austria had a terrible track record with keeping young blonde and blue-eyed boy nations alive.
“What did you need?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 11:25:08 GMT -6
Part of him wasn't surprised when he was faced with a weapon in reaction to his entering of the room; but most of him was terrified and shocked. He knew he was stepping into an area with another, but he hadn't expected to see a gun - a rifle in fact - aimed directly square with his face. A single shot and he would be done for; yet he didn't move to dodge any potential shots that were fired, instead he merely froze in fear. Deep inside he had been hoping that he was following something that wouldn't pose any harm to him, but on the flip side at least he wasn't taken down within an instant by a monster. Which was worse, he wasn't too sure..
As the door clattered behind the boy, the weapon was lowered, and it was then that Peter found he could breathe again, taking a huge gasp, tears stinging his eyes. He wasn't cut out for this, he preferred water guns and balloons, not bullets and rifles; although he liked games it didn't mean he actually wanted to face the real thing. “You startled me.” The other spoke, a tall, German-sounding male, and almost most certainly not a monster.
He kept the eye contact that was resting on him, peering up and through the glasses the other wore. He didn't dare move, make a sound, he was too petrified and worried of doing the wrong thing that could bring out the recently withdrawn gun. For being a tough ass sometimes, he truly was a fearful child at heart, and the manor brought that out even more with each situation the boy found himself in. And it was probably the same for the others... since now it was clear that he wasn't alone. He wasn't too sure if he knew this being before him, but something looked vaguely familiar. He had to be a nation, Peter had a hunch that he was; because otherwise, why would he be here?
“What did you need?” It was a good question; he had no answer, and even if he did, he had no voice to be found to respond. What did he need? Freedom? Family? Safety? He wasn't sure which he wanted more; they were all on the top of his list. He wanted his family and his dog, his bed and room, to be where it was quiet without it being due to monsters lurking the halls and all being afraid to make a sound.
Before Peter knew it, tears spilled down his face as a small sob escaped from his clenched teeth. He just wanted to go home.
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