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Post by Finland (x) on Aug 21, 2013 23:54:49 GMT -6
| time falls away but These small hours still remain When Tino pushed through the doors of the Manor, he might have expected blue skies and trumpets declaring that 'he did it' and got out. However, Tino knew better and his memories told him that the claws of the Manor stretched past the wooden walls and creaking floorboards. Thus, when Tino walked onto the prickly deadgrass, he wasn't deterred. No, Tino was a man on a mission and had purpose for visiting the graveyard. Tino's last few days (or weeks, he couldn't orient himself time-wise) had been hazy. He had had the most awful dream involving Peter, a kid he was rather connected to. Although Tino's relationship with Berwald wasn't as strong as it once was, the Fin did harbour a protective feeling over the Sealander. The dreams plaguing Tino had been festering within the Fin. He had killed himself in that dream. Was it true? Impossible. Couldn't be, as Tino was alive and walking. However, when Tino checked his posterior side in a mirror, he stood dumbfounded at the pink scar, a knife wound to his back. If nothing had happened and it had all been a nightmare, then where did the scar come from? It was a question that Tino needed to find out. Walking off the path, Tino wandered into the Cemetery, where overgrown patches of crabgrass littered the decrepit tombstones. He walked with purpose, staring at the names of the deceased as he walked by. Tino only stopped at a particular rock when he noticed the flower before it. A single lily of the valley, so out of place in a grim place like this. Tino instantly crouched, gently examing the fragile flower. Why was his national flower growing here? Flicking his eyes up, Tino brushed the roots and ivy that had crept over the tombstone. However, once Tino had cleared the vegetation away, he saw that the name had been worn off from the rock. Disappointment tugged at Tino's expression as his fingertips ghosted the surface of the stone. Who was buried here, and did they have some sort of connection to him? The sound of something moving through grass pricked Tino's ears. He spun on his heel, a throwing knife quickly snatched in his left hand. “Who's there? You move, and you die.”WORDS! 379 TAGS! Tino and some graves NOTES! Aieeee sorry it's so shorttttt so sleeeeepyyyyyyy | |
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Post by Turkey on Aug 26, 2013 12:17:12 GMT -6
He was confused, so confused. Nothing made sense anymore. One moment he was on the ceiling, bantering with Greece like usual, and the next he was outside, feet stepping on grass that was dry enough to make noises where he stepped. Or at least he thought it did. Perhaps that was the Manor playing tricks on him too, making him hear things now instead of see them. Sighing, he looked straight ahead. Only look ahead, never look back. Look at your goals and not what you've done or where you been. If he looked back now, he knew there would be footprints. Footprints that could be followed forwards and backwards. Only footprints can lie. It was part of the reason he never looked back. That and looking back caused questions and this wasn't the time or place for a self-analysis of his past.
Perhaps it was time for part of it. This wretched place made you face your fears; gave birth to the nightmares that were locked in the darkest part of the mind and tripled sealed with the strongest locks he could think of...but still, things slipped out and came back for their creator. Perhaps it was the perfect time to unleash a few inner demons and deal with them before they ended up killing him. The only problem with that plan Sadiq could see was there was no safe place here to do that. The moment his guard was down, he knew the monsters would attack. This was positive in his mind; this is what the all did back in the older days. The nations would all wait for a sign of weakness from their enemies and rivals. So, deep down, weren’t they monsters too? Deserving to be in this nation’s idea of hell? Or perhaps it was the equivalent of purgatory found in some of the religions from around the world.
Shaking his head, he knew he was getting off track with the situation at hand and he had stopped paying attention to his surroundings. It was dangerous he knew, and Sadiq knew he couldn’t let himself do it again. Stopping in his tracks, he looked around, trying to get his barring. Looking up, he saw the Wrought Iron gate with the word Cemetery on it and sighed. So his subconscious had led him here, apparently telling him the first of his demons he needed to take care of. Pushing the gate open, he walked inside with sure footsteps.
Sadiq wasn’t sure where he was going in the graveyard, didn’t know if he should really be here at all. The spirit he wanted to talk about wasn’t here, but thousands of miles away and across the ocean. Right now, this was the closest Sadiq knew he could get to talking to Mama Greece, so he would take it and hoped it mattered. As he got to where the graves started, his eyes wondered over the flowers that he saw on top of them. There were no he recognized. There were no names on the headstones either to tell him who they belonged to. Row after row of stones passed the colors of the flowers blurred together in his vision but he kept walking.
“Who's there? You move, and you die.”
Hearing that voice, Sadiq froze. He had been walking behind a line of trees between rows and the voice came from the other side. He knew the other was serious; they couldn’t afford not to be in this place. Standing still and not making any noise, he thought of a minute of how he should respond to this. Getting an idea, he was sure it would work. It was nice and simple, and didn’t seem to hold a danger of getting him shot or run through with a sword.
“It’s Turkey. I’m going to come around so I can see you.”
Starting to walk again, he was near the end of the tree line and would walk around it so the other man could see him and that he meant no harm to the other Nation….and hopefully he wouldn’t be attacked as soon as the other saw his face.
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Post by Finland (x) on Sept 4, 2013 22:32:44 GMT -6
| time falls away but These small hours still remain As soon as Tino spoke, the sound ceased to exist. Tch, typical. The Fin tightened his grip on his weapon. He had to make a choice here. Fight or flight. Would he take on the assailant behind the treeline, or flee to live another day? Tino didn't know who or what was beyond his sight. It could be something horrible, with dripping fangs, a scaley body and yellow ey-! Tino closed his eyes, inhaled once, then reopened them. Once he did so, he felt calmer within. No use getting worked up over nothing. Tino stared at the bushes and tensed. Perhaps his visit here was a calling. Maybe the Manor would delight in giving him answers. He might need to win the right to the information, but he'd fight to know what the hell happened to him over the last few days. Tino was about to charge forward to beat the knowledge out of the thing behind the leaves when a voice finally rang out. “It’s Turkey. I’m going to come around so I can see you.” The knife before Tino drooped. Turkey? A nation? Tino frowned, but felt relief settle the nerves in his stomach. Still, he'd have to be wary and on guard, but if the Manor were to play tricks on him, it probably would use a nation Tino was close with. Tino kept his blade out and trained his eyes on the tree line. Turkey was definitely complying and was doing as he said he would, reassuring Tino, but he'd still be ready to lob the knife in case it was a mimicking monster or something. Slow seconds ticked by as the footsteps retreated. Beads of sweat rolled off Tino's forehead until he finally saw movement.First black boots, followed by a pant leg. Violet eyes saw ebony slacks, then a red sash with a sabre (Tino clutched his knife a little tighter) before Tino's gaze rose. Unbuttoned white dress shirt (or, it used to be white), black gloves, and an olive-skinned man that wore it all. He was harder to recognize without the white mask that normally covered half his face, but Tino knew those dark brown eyes and mop of chocolate hair. Tino gave the other a lopsided grin as he tucked his blade in his belt loop (although loosely, in case Tino needed to grab it again). “Fancy meeting you here. You recognize me, right?” he asked in his chipper voice, relaxing his posture a bit. It was nice to see someone he recognized, even if they weren't close friends. They were all allies in this hellish void. WORDS! 435 TAGS! Finland and Chicken TURKEY NOTES! Sorry for the wait sweetie! | |
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Post by Turkey on Sept 30, 2013 19:44:14 GMT -6
The massive trees were ominous, looming black masses that creaked as they moved with the force of the slight wind. Branches seemed reach out to grab him around the arms, trap him for their own dinner, or for one of the monsters that roamed the grounds. Muscles jerking with the chill that ran down his spine, Sadiq contemplated buttoning his shirt, but knew it would do little good. It wasn't a chill of cold that ran down the vertebrates of his spine, but the unsettling unknown of what was really waiting for him around the corner of the trees. Each step seemed to take forever, the crunch of the leaves and grass echoed unusually loud in his ears, drowning out the sound of his rapidly beating heart. Trying to swallow the apprehension he felt at seeing who or what was waiting for me, he found he couldn’t. There was a rock of apprehension is his throat made worse by the fact that he was essentially weaponless. Any monster that could have been waiting for him would have the upper hand with his hands raised as they were, they would have plenty of time to attack him. But this was the way it had to be. If it was a monster that could mimic human speech, it would be a formidable one indeed.
As the Turkish nation rounded the corner, he forced his brown eyes to stay open, to see what was waiting for him. As much as he wanted to close his eyes, if something was going to kill him, he wanted to see what it was, to stare it in the face and make it look at him as the life potentially bleed from his body. Shaking his head mentally, Sadiq’s eyes landed on the thing that had called out to him only a few minutes prior and it was a battle to keep from laughing. The blond nation in front of him looked adorable in those overalls and the multicolor striped shirt with the makeup scar across his face.
“Fancy meeting you here. You recognize me, right?”
Looking the man over closer, he lowered his hands and thought. He looked familiar, not someone that he saw everyday…there was someone tall usually with him, if he remembered right.
“You’re Finland right? Always hanging out with Sweden?
Sadiq hoped he remembered right, otherwise he would be embarrassed to misidentified someone he should know. It would really show that his memory was starting to fail.
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Post by Finland (x) on Nov 10, 2013 22:16:42 GMT -6
| time falls away but These small hours still remain Tino watched carefully and it was obvious that Turkey was nervous coming into the open, as he should be. IT would be unnatural if the nation had just merrily skipped out after being commanded to do so. It made Tino relax unconsciously, knowing that Sadik was as cautious as he was. However, Tino did notice the bemused look that crept onto the Turk’s face as his eyes seized Tino up and down. ‘Go on. Laugh. I dare you.’ Tino thought, narrowing his eyes as his lips pressed into a thin line. He was not pleased with Sadik’s response. Why did every nation at the party do that same thing. He was supposed to be scary! He was a frightening child’s toy from a nightmare of a movie. He was Chucky and should rightfully be creepy, but no. Everyone else seemed to comment that he looked cute or something like that. He wouldn’t look so cute if he were covered in bloodstains, now would he? “You’re Finland right? Always hanging out with Sweden?”Tino sighed unhappily as his face soured further. “Yeah, but I don’t always hang out with Sweden you know.” Crossing his arms, Tino let his shoulders relax as he stood from his crouch, away from the gravestone. “And you’re Sadik, personification of Turkey. You were hanging around Emil last Christmas.” Tino said, raising a brow before he brushed the dirt from his overalls and walked forwards towards the tanned man. Tino was relatively relaxed, having faith that this was in fact Turkey and that he would not harm him, but he had his knives within reach if he ever needed them. Tino didn’t fear the man, but he did fear what could just out from the grasses around the Manor, and the demons that could hide in the shadows. Tino had a history of encountering monsters in this place. It didn’t matter where he went or who he was with. He was almost always stalked by someone or something, suffering an injury from a previous fight, or being actually attacked by something he didn’t know how to kill. Tino glanced around once, making sure nothing had been using Turkey’s footsteps as a sound cover to sneak up on them. When the Fin realized that his strange behaviour might have been unnerving to the other nation, Tino opened his mouth to explain. “Sorry, I’ve been a little paranoid lately. I didn’t mean to personally threaten you earlier. I just had to make sure you weren’t something… else.”WORDS! 418 TAGS! Finland and Turkey NOTES! Sorry (again) for the wait sweetie! | |
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Post by Turkey on Jan 29, 2014 19:02:25 GMT -6
“Yeah, but I don’t always hang out with Sweden you know.”
The Turkish man could only shrug in response to the man with a grin. He knew the fact that the two weren’t always together, just like him and…. There was someone who he love hanging out with and were usually seen together, but who was it? A look of confusion crossed his face as he could see the outline in his mind. A man of a stature shorter than him with black hair? Or was it brown? The man was always very reserved and he was one of Sadik’s best friends, but he couldn’t remember. The confused look turned to one of worry before he shrugged it off. The man had to be a figure of his imagination, for there was no way he would ever forget a man who had fallen into to best friend status. Returning his attention to the man in front of him, he knew he couldn’t let down his guard, even if this man would be considered no threat to him usually; for this place was a threat and who knew the full power of the place when it wanted something bad enough. “And you’re Sadik, personification of Turkey. You were hanging around Emil last Christmas.”
“Aye, I was. Nice boy, keeps things interesting…been a while since I seen him, you heard from him lately, is he alright?”
Sadik did worry for his friends, even those he apparently made up in his head for some reasons unknown to him. Deep down, friends meant everything to him, the power of happiness and sadness, and those few people he would die to protect, and that also had the power to hurt him worse than any monster could. This was the trust he placed in his friends, the trust to have the power to hurt him, but not to.
“Sorry, I’ve been a little paranoid lately. I didn’t mean to personally threaten you earlier. I just had to make sure you weren’t something… else.”
Waving his hand in an offhand manner, he dismissed the apology. Moving to lean against one of the larger grave markers whose name and death date were so warn away with time and the seasons as if to be unreadable, he sighed.
“No warries, totally understand. I’ve been keeping my eyes on you too, and behind you. You know, there’s old wives tales in Turkey, I’m not even sure how old they are. They we told since we actually started burring people in graveyards. The wise one in the smaller villages warns to stay out of the cemeteries at night, for the genies live in the trees. It is forbidden to cute these trees down, no matter the reason. It is best not to disturb them.” After the words fell from his lips, the tan man started to move, walking closer to such a tree that was gnarled with age, twisted with the evilness that had invaded the lands and tainted even the most innocent of flower. Laying a hand on it, he could feel the rough texture of the bark on his hands, but that’s all he could feel. No life radiated from the tree, no warmth, nothing that would suggest that the tree was even alive except the fact that it stayed standing and wasn’t rotting away like most of the things that once held life on this plot of land. “I don’t know I America has such tales, but I’m watching my back here. And don’t mind if I keep an eye on you too. This place is strange, and we have no clue if we are really who we say we are….. Speaking of which, what are you doing in the graveyard, for I doubt there’s any clues to this place here that can help the likes of us.” His voice traile off, leaving that open ended suggestion for Finland to take how he would.
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