Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 17:46:43 GMT -6
Another empty room.
Matthew wasn't sure if it was still worth getting worked up for. He'd only run into the other nations once. Granted, it was his family. France, Monaco, Seychelles...all of them. That was unbelievably lucky. If luck worked on a scale around here, then it was only natural that Matthew would be wandering for a while. If only they hadn't been separated, then maybe wandering the Manor wouldn't make Matthew feel quite so...vulnerable.
This was the billiard room, eerily silent. Matthew had entered it quietly, Kumajiro by his side and his hockey stick clutched in his hand. The billiard room seemed empty though, all too empty. The emptiness itself both disappointed and made Matthew feel uneasy.
Someone, anyone, had to be around here, right?
Matthew took a moment to survey his surroundings. The billiard room wasn't unpleasant, necessarily. Maybe once upon a time, it'd even been a nice place. There was a large pool table, and if Matthew concentrated, he could imagine men smoking and drinking in dim light while socializing. There was a dart board in the corner, though no darts could be seen. Nearby was a table, a deck of cards and chips sitting there innocently. Had someone been playing poker? Did that mean that there were other people around here? Matthew didn't dare let his hopes soar too high.
The cards reminded him of Monaco. If she was here, she would have been ecstatic. Probably would've challenged Matthew to a game—like he could beat her. They played it from time to time and while Matthew was certainly much better than he had been when they started out, he had never once beaten Monaco. Her skill at the game was a little startling. She could out-gamble a hundred men without a single glance and could do it unbelievably politely. It was one of the few traits that Matthew appreciated about the nation.
He missed her now. Matthew scratched Kumajiro as he made his way around the billiard room. He missed most of his family, really. What he'd give to have them here with him...
Matthew's eyes wandered over the room, catching sight of an ominous looking painting. It was empty, and that was creepier than any of the other paintings that surrounded the room. Matthew felt his skin crawl. There were suspicious looking tatters on the edge of the painting that made Matthew wonder if something had crawled out of it. Maybe it was just an idle thought, maybe not. The Manor had not exactly been pleasant to Matthew and he doubted that it was about to.
Matthew was used to silence. But this silence was different. It wasn't the calm, quiet silence of the woods. It wasn't the silence that preceded the moments as another nation struggled to recognize him. This silence was heavy and evil, like there was something lurking in the corner, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Matthew walked over behind the bar with Kumajiro at his side. There were a number of bottles...did they still hold anything? A little water would be nice, though at a bar...Matthew wasn't so sure he'd find anything. Still, he reached upwards to see if there was anything that might still contain any form of liquid—
There was a sharp prick and Matthew jumped, jerking his hand away from the glass. "Merde," he said, a little louder than he intended. He was bleeding. Just a little though. He should've thought it through...
What had broken the bottles though? Matthew didn't want to think about it. Probably best to leave it alone.
Matthew wasn't sure if it was still worth getting worked up for. He'd only run into the other nations once. Granted, it was his family. France, Monaco, Seychelles...all of them. That was unbelievably lucky. If luck worked on a scale around here, then it was only natural that Matthew would be wandering for a while. If only they hadn't been separated, then maybe wandering the Manor wouldn't make Matthew feel quite so...vulnerable.
This was the billiard room, eerily silent. Matthew had entered it quietly, Kumajiro by his side and his hockey stick clutched in his hand. The billiard room seemed empty though, all too empty. The emptiness itself both disappointed and made Matthew feel uneasy.
Someone, anyone, had to be around here, right?
Matthew took a moment to survey his surroundings. The billiard room wasn't unpleasant, necessarily. Maybe once upon a time, it'd even been a nice place. There was a large pool table, and if Matthew concentrated, he could imagine men smoking and drinking in dim light while socializing. There was a dart board in the corner, though no darts could be seen. Nearby was a table, a deck of cards and chips sitting there innocently. Had someone been playing poker? Did that mean that there were other people around here? Matthew didn't dare let his hopes soar too high.
The cards reminded him of Monaco. If she was here, she would have been ecstatic. Probably would've challenged Matthew to a game—like he could beat her. They played it from time to time and while Matthew was certainly much better than he had been when they started out, he had never once beaten Monaco. Her skill at the game was a little startling. She could out-gamble a hundred men without a single glance and could do it unbelievably politely. It was one of the few traits that Matthew appreciated about the nation.
He missed her now. Matthew scratched Kumajiro as he made his way around the billiard room. He missed most of his family, really. What he'd give to have them here with him...
Matthew's eyes wandered over the room, catching sight of an ominous looking painting. It was empty, and that was creepier than any of the other paintings that surrounded the room. Matthew felt his skin crawl. There were suspicious looking tatters on the edge of the painting that made Matthew wonder if something had crawled out of it. Maybe it was just an idle thought, maybe not. The Manor had not exactly been pleasant to Matthew and he doubted that it was about to.
Matthew was used to silence. But this silence was different. It wasn't the calm, quiet silence of the woods. It wasn't the silence that preceded the moments as another nation struggled to recognize him. This silence was heavy and evil, like there was something lurking in the corner, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Matthew walked over behind the bar with Kumajiro at his side. There were a number of bottles...did they still hold anything? A little water would be nice, though at a bar...Matthew wasn't so sure he'd find anything. Still, he reached upwards to see if there was anything that might still contain any form of liquid—
There was a sharp prick and Matthew jumped, jerking his hand away from the glass. "Merde," he said, a little louder than he intended. He was bleeding. Just a little though. He should've thought it through...
What had broken the bottles though? Matthew didn't want to think about it. Probably best to leave it alone.