Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2014 10:09:24 GMT -6
How ironic that it would be within a Chapel that Elizabeta would find herself breathing heavily in fear as she collapsed on the inside of the door, for she had found herself in Hell and with the images of her most latest experience courtesy of the Baudeau Manor, the sight of a ruined cross and alter at the head of the building made her only shiver. Taking a deep breath, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, the woman closed her eyes and settled her head against the wood of the door, eyes closed, as the sweat of her adrenaline and fear itched the back of her neck. Wrapping her arms around her bare legs, the coldness of her own skin wakening her up a bit from her reprieve and slowly she began to rub her hands up and down the smoothens of her legs, trying to warm herself while he green eyes once more looked up and around the grey building, its silence was neither comforting nor serene as a church should be.
Why had she been running? Why was she so cold and slightly trembling? Hungary didn’t even want to think about it, let alone acknowledge that her blissful ignorance that this party of America’s had been the reason for the spookiness of the place, why she thought he heard sounds, and why the hairs on the back of her neck had stood up form the moment she had woken from being knocked out and separated from the other nations. That felt like an eternity ago, for now she was wiser, she had experience with the truths of this cursed place, and she only barely restrain herself from beating herself up over it, to stop from mentally kicking her ass that she wasn’t better prepared being only equipped with a small dagger she had strapped to on of her thighs. She had been with Austria but unfortunately… they had become separated and for the life of her, Elizabeta could not remember why. This place played games with the mind, muddled with memories, and the Hungarian had found herself alone, outside, and thin range of a terrifying sight, which had spurred her search for shelter that she found in the form of the estate’s chapel.
The woman’s heart rate had finally calmed enough for her to take a deep breath, rebuilding her insight and rationality, rousing her from her pathetic stance and brought her to her feet, her costume’s heels echoing their clicks through the chapel while she took the opportunity to better get a read on her environment. The chapel was small and simple, with rows of pews lining either side of an aisle that lead up to the decimated alter and symbol of the cross. The windows, which at one time looked at if they may have housed beautiful stained glass, were now so dirty and covered with overgrowth that the dim light of the outside world barely allowed enough light to illuminate the finer details of the building.
“What a sad place…” Liz mused sadly, a frown painting her lips while she reached up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, before she ran her hands down the lengths of her exposed arms. She just had to dress up like she was… She had been in decision between a saloon girl and a cowboy, going after some American themes, and she just had to choose the more revealing and thus, less warm and less protective of the two… Though, she had thought that rather then hiding in a cold, run-down chapel she’d be getting drunk and dancing the night away, indulging in fun party games like adult, or rather nation, hide-and-seek and taking shots. “Well, I guess this qualifies as hide-and-seek…” she muttered dryly, rolling her eyes before she turned back towards she main door to lock it, deciding that she would lay low in the chapel for a while to make sure that whatever had been chasing her would grow bored and wonder off.
Sliding the lock shut and testing the sturdiness of the doors, she figured that it would have to door before a sound caught her attention and she spun around while swiftly retrieving her only weapon, the dagger glinting deadly in her hand. Hungary’s green eyes were narrowed with –no-nonsense, battle ready accuracy as they scanned the building. The sound had come from the back but form where… With a subtle, internal curse, Elizabeta saw that she had made a mistake, that she had spent too much time being pathetic and catching her breath, because now she saw what she had missed earlier. The chapel, it seemed. Had a back door, just a small thing tucked away in the corner, and it was slightly open and before he eyes it began to creep open right before her eyes. Hungary’s pumped even more adrenaline into her veins, her breathing evened out and the slightly thrill of excitement in anticipation of battle brought a tiny smile to her lips.
“Have at me, you bastard,” she declared in a whisper, the image of the hellish beast clear in her mind and she reasoned that it hadn’t wondered of like she had hoped it would but she was Hungary! The hell she would go down without one hell of a fight.
Hey HRE! Feel free to reply to this whenever because I know that you wanted to wait or something until you weren't a ghost, which you don;t have to, but this is here for you none the less! Also, I hope you know that the 'monster' at the door was my leeway into HRE's entrance xD Have fun!
Why had she been running? Why was she so cold and slightly trembling? Hungary didn’t even want to think about it, let alone acknowledge that her blissful ignorance that this party of America’s had been the reason for the spookiness of the place, why she thought he heard sounds, and why the hairs on the back of her neck had stood up form the moment she had woken from being knocked out and separated from the other nations. That felt like an eternity ago, for now she was wiser, she had experience with the truths of this cursed place, and she only barely restrain herself from beating herself up over it, to stop from mentally kicking her ass that she wasn’t better prepared being only equipped with a small dagger she had strapped to on of her thighs. She had been with Austria but unfortunately… they had become separated and for the life of her, Elizabeta could not remember why. This place played games with the mind, muddled with memories, and the Hungarian had found herself alone, outside, and thin range of a terrifying sight, which had spurred her search for shelter that she found in the form of the estate’s chapel.
The woman’s heart rate had finally calmed enough for her to take a deep breath, rebuilding her insight and rationality, rousing her from her pathetic stance and brought her to her feet, her costume’s heels echoing their clicks through the chapel while she took the opportunity to better get a read on her environment. The chapel was small and simple, with rows of pews lining either side of an aisle that lead up to the decimated alter and symbol of the cross. The windows, which at one time looked at if they may have housed beautiful stained glass, were now so dirty and covered with overgrowth that the dim light of the outside world barely allowed enough light to illuminate the finer details of the building.
“What a sad place…” Liz mused sadly, a frown painting her lips while she reached up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, before she ran her hands down the lengths of her exposed arms. She just had to dress up like she was… She had been in decision between a saloon girl and a cowboy, going after some American themes, and she just had to choose the more revealing and thus, less warm and less protective of the two… Though, she had thought that rather then hiding in a cold, run-down chapel she’d be getting drunk and dancing the night away, indulging in fun party games like adult, or rather nation, hide-and-seek and taking shots. “Well, I guess this qualifies as hide-and-seek…” she muttered dryly, rolling her eyes before she turned back towards she main door to lock it, deciding that she would lay low in the chapel for a while to make sure that whatever had been chasing her would grow bored and wonder off.
Sliding the lock shut and testing the sturdiness of the doors, she figured that it would have to door before a sound caught her attention and she spun around while swiftly retrieving her only weapon, the dagger glinting deadly in her hand. Hungary’s green eyes were narrowed with –no-nonsense, battle ready accuracy as they scanned the building. The sound had come from the back but form where… With a subtle, internal curse, Elizabeta saw that she had made a mistake, that she had spent too much time being pathetic and catching her breath, because now she saw what she had missed earlier. The chapel, it seemed. Had a back door, just a small thing tucked away in the corner, and it was slightly open and before he eyes it began to creep open right before her eyes. Hungary’s pumped even more adrenaline into her veins, her breathing evened out and the slightly thrill of excitement in anticipation of battle brought a tiny smile to her lips.
“Have at me, you bastard,” she declared in a whisper, the image of the hellish beast clear in her mind and she reasoned that it hadn’t wondered of like she had hoped it would but she was Hungary! The hell she would go down without one hell of a fight.
Hey HRE! Feel free to reply to this whenever because I know that you wanted to wait or something until you weren't a ghost, which you don;t have to, but this is here for you none the less! Also, I hope you know that the 'monster' at the door was my leeway into HRE's entrance xD Have fun!