Sadiq Adnan
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Post by Turkey on Mar 8, 2013 15:52:45 GMT -6
Running through a field with Tulips around him, Sadiq couldn’t help but smile. The sun was warm where it caressed his skin and the light breeze blew across it and cupped his face, placing gentle kisses on his cheeks, bringing a light pink hue to his olive skin. It was a pleasant day and he couldn’t have been happier. Everything was going right. Slowing down to a stop, he kneeled down on the ground, one leg resting in the dirt as the other was bent, parallel to the ground, helping him keep his balance. Reaching out, his battle callused fingers gently took the stem and broke it. Free from its earthly attachments, he picked the flower up and brought it to his nose. The smell was sweet and relaxing. This was his special location where no one ever found him when he didn’t want to be found. With a content sigh, he placed the flower behind his ear and stood up. He had spent enough time here and knew he had to get back to business; it would only wait so long on him before someone was sent to find him and bring him back. Leaving the field, he hummed a tune under his breath, one that he had learned decades ago, from a ruler that had been very important to him.
Stretching his arms out, Sadiq yawned and brought his hand to the side of his head, trying to feel if he still had the flower with him. He hoped it was there, for if it was, he would have actually have been in that bright, colorful field and not in this house, that while well taken care of, was not welcoming in any way. Well, the house did welcome them, but only to their deaths. A feeling of disappointment filled him as his fingers grasped empty air instead of that hoped for flower. He was still stuck in the house that America had decided to host the ill-concieved Halloween party at days ago. Had it really been days, or was it longer? Laying where he was, he kept his chocolate eyes closed and moved his arms behind his head to make himself more comfortable while he figured it out. It had seemed like months had gone by, but in reality could it have been a day? Or perhaps even a week? He had found that time had no meaning in this house, at least not the same meaning it had to the rest of the civilized world. Racking his brain, he tried to find a clue for how much time had passed since everything went downhill and turned into a living nightmare for all of them, but really, it probably didn’t matter much. One more day wouldn’t hurt them.
It had taken a few minutes, but Sadiq finally realized that he wasn’t comfortable where he laid. His arms weren’t on the soft bead that he had fallen asleep on earlier. He was resting on something he couldn’t quite name by the feel of it alone. Cracking open an eye, he looked around and tried to grab ahold of something to keep him from falling off the ceiling. There was nothing but ceiling and he braced himself for the fall to the hard floor that was underneath him. Eyes scrunched shut, he waited for the moment he would hit the floor, but it never came. Cracking an eye open, he sighed as the floor was still below him, perhaps he was still on the floor and the house had decided to trick him? Yes, that was it; there was no other explanation for it. Shaking his head, he sat up and looked himself over. His shirt and pants were all hanging like normal, and his hair seemed normal too. Reaching up, he ran a hand though it and found that it was still the same as it was. That only proved it, he was right side up and the room was upside down.
“That is a lot of trouble to go through to trick a Nation. But really, putting everything on the ciling is a whole lot of work.”
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Post by greece on Mar 24, 2013 11:57:03 GMT -6
It would seem like a never ending nightmare for Heracles. Between the three shelves that had almost fallen on him, the random monsters running through the manor, and still trying to navigate the hallways. The only thing he could say that might be any good, was that he was making progress in the latter. Finding two flights of stairs did help him a bit, but with the logic-defying that was this manor, he couldn't be sure. He stopped when he came to a dead end with two doors, one on each side of the hall. "Hmmmm, this hasn't ended well in the past, but I don't really have any other option."
The cold brass of the doorknob sent shivers up his spine, as he opened the door only to find a small washroom. Nothing stood out aside from a small rubber duck that was sitting in the floor staring at him. A minute went by as the staring contest with the inanimate object went by. Hesitant Heracles picked it up, hoping he wasn't going to be attacked by yet another item. Letting out a sigh of relief, he placed the item back on the ground and closed the door, before turning to the other one.
It didn't take long for him to hear a voice on the other side, impossible to make out who's it was or what they were saying but he got a strange feeling that he should pass it up. Shaking off the feeling he got up close, and could hear the voice much clearer; a voice he he would never had forgotten as long he could breathe.
Opening the door, and seeing something that not any book or tale could prepare him for. His eyes darted to the other nation laying on the ceiling, which did make him wonder. As thoughts came to his mind, unaware that he was staring off into space silently lost to the world around him. "Is it really him, or another trick of the manor. Maybe a ghost or demon taking Sadiq's form.[/color] The nation thought about it for a few seconds wondering what it could be that was on the ceiling but with it's own gravity. "Only one way to find out." His hand stretched out for a small statue that resembled a cat made of stone, and tossed the small figure at the possible nation from the ceiling. If it was Sadiq he would know soon, he doubted any fathom of demon, ghost, or creature trapped in the manor could copy his emotions and demeanor.
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Sadiq Adnan
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We can only survive here, never truely live
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Post by Turkey on Mar 30, 2013 14:40:57 GMT -6
Sighing, he raised his arms and placed them over his eyes, just letting everything settle into place in his mind. Really, what would the point be in trying to trick him like that…none that he could see, but then again, he wasn’t known for seeing the whole picture and seeing others motives for actions. When it came to fighting and such, he could usually see it, but these types of pranks, he’d leave them for Gilbert and to others who were so inclined. But what was the Manors reason for-…oh that’s right, it was evil and didn’t need a reason for what it did. From what he had seen, it did what wanted to do under some mysterious command.
Lowering his arms, he thought he heard something but he dismissed it as another random noise of the house…that is until he felt something smack him in the forehead. Bringing an arm up, Sadik rubbed the sore spot, eyes narrowed as he looked around for the culprit. Finally, his eyes swept over a figure that he would always recognize and rolled his eyes. Figures it was Hercules that threw something at him.
“What the hell you think you’re doing throwing shit at me?
Looking around, Sadik saw the statue that looked like it was made of gold but was probably just gold plated lying on his chest and he rolled his eyes. Figures the brat would throw a cat statue at him. Picking it up and judging its weight, he chucked it back at the Greek man. If it hit, good, if not, at least it might damage the house some. Huffing some, he knew what he had to do. They didn’t get a long at the best of times, but they were always there to help each other with the other needed it; and right now, Hercules needed help even if he didn’t realize it. One doesn’t end up on the ceiling for no reason.
“Now get off the ceiling before you hurt someone; namely me. How are you even up there anyways? This better not be like Kiku’s mysterious separating thumb trick.” Reaching out with his right hand, he held it out to the man. “Brat, take my hand and we’ll get out of here, try and find a way out on our own.”
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Post by greece on May 13, 2013 18:22:43 GMT -6
Heracles was confused about the whole situation, with the other country on the celling only a few things came to his mind. Sadly none of them made any sense. He hated it, not being able to grasp what was going on, the mansion only seemed to layer one mystery over another. He shook his head breaking the train of thought.
A slight smile appeared on his face as Sadik started to stir and look around the room. His theory was confirmed when he started yelling, and it was one of the few times he was happy to hear the other countries angry tone. "Seeing if it was really you or not?" His voice was calm and straight forward.
Heracles was pretty happy to see the other nation, even if his face or historical record would seem otherwise. It was one of those times when everyone had to stay together and not argue. Jumping out of the way of the statue that was returned to him, his eyes met up toward Sadik, there was no denying it now, it was him.
"Off... the... ceiling?" He wasn't sure what was going on. It was Sadik on the ceiling, then why did he think he was on it. "That should be a question to ask yourself Sadik?" Heracles walked over to the bed and sat down on it. "See, if I was on the ceiling wouldn't I be falling toward you, along with the bed and everything else." He tired to come up with any logical idea he could, but he had a hard time understanding everything that was going on.
He sighed at the thought of this being a meer parlor trick. "I hardly doubt this trick is anything along those lines." He tried to talk some sense into Sadik, maybe there was a bit of logic he could find. It was then Heracles saw the hand stretch to him. "No. We need to make sure everyone else can escape as well. If this is a trick, watch." Taking one of the pillows from the bed, He held it out at shoulder length off the side of the bed, before dropping it to the ground. "Think. Does gravity ever change?"
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Sadiq Adnan
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Bisexual.
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We can only survive here, never truely live
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Post by Turkey on May 18, 2013 1:32:29 GMT -6
Inside, Sadiq was glad the Greek was there, it was a familiar face with familiar ways of interacting, and even though they yelled at each other, it was comfortable. It was stable. He could almost hug Heracles for it…almost; he would break down that far yet. “Seeing if it was really you or not?" “ What ya mean if it was really me or not? Who else would I be, a blow up doll?”He really doubted the Greeks intelligence sometimes. Really, not knowing if it was him, the man had to have taken one to many hits to the head over the years…perhaps he should stop hitting him in the head during those fights they had. It was such a tempting target to hit though. Shaking his head, he had kept the smile to himself; it was nice to see Heracles. "Off... the... ceiling? That should be a question to ask yourself Sadik?" No, it was Heracles who was confused; he was on the ceiling and in danger of falling. He really needed to get his head examined for brain damage. Sadiq watched him go sit on the bed and cocked an eyebrow, what was he up to? "See, if I was on the ceiling wouldn't I be falling toward you, along with the bed and everything else."“You got the special shoes to keep you on the ceiling and everything is fastened down, I’ve seen these types of rooms in fun houses. That argument doesn’t count, try again brat.” "I hardly doubt this trick is anything along those lines. No. We need to make sure everyone else can escape as well. If this is a trick, watch." So his hand was refused, last time he tried to help him, how rude, there he was actually being nice and trying to help Feta breathe for once. He watched though, he didn’t have much choice, he didn’t have anything else to do besides sit there and watch whatever he was doing. His eyes followed the pillow and blinked as it fell, his mind didn’t want to believe what was going on. "Think. Does gravity ever change?"“Y’ar lying, its a trick. There’s strings somewhere.” He couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to believe it, how could he have gotten on the ceiling and how was he even staying up there, why wasn’t he falling? “Stop pulling this, it ain’t funny.”Sorry this stinks, I'll do better next time, promise
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