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Quattordici ๑ Action ๑ Day One and Two
DAY ONE
A; Locked to Housemates at 750 Partridge Drive
[When Romana wakes it's with a start, a jerk. Instantly, she knows something's wrong, and it isn't hard to tell what that something is. Taking in the state of the house, or rather the rubble that was once a house, she swears her heart stops, her breathing catching in her throat. She feels sick to her stomach, having been in enough bombed sites to have this reaction instantly.
And then she snaps back into herself, pushing up from the rubble she awoke one, never heeding the scratches on her arms as she begins her search. Nails snap here and there as she digs through what remains of the house, frantic for signs of either Australia or Wy, stumbling in her attempts to climb over larger chunks] Australia! Wy! I swear, if you don't answer me, and you're okay, I... I swear whatever I do it won't be pleasant! Answer me! D-Dammit, answer me!
[Cursing again, she strains to try and lift a piece of rubble, spitting another few choice swears as she realises the lack of strength. A human body again. Great. Another thing to worry about.
Later. After she's found her housemates]
B; Around Mayfield, open
[Having found her housemates the next thing on Romana's agenda is to find her allies, her friends. Or even just to find anyone who needs help. So she had quickly started off to hunt for people, clutching a tattered jacket over her nightgown, flat shoes on her feet for once.]
Hello?! Hello?! Is anyone out there, anyone hurt?! Veneziano! Spagna! Ungheria! Canada, Paesi Bassi?! Anyone?
DAY TWO
[They needed supplies. It was useless hiding out without supplies, and stubborn as ever Romana had headed out to find them. Anything she could find, bandages, cans of food, weapons, pieces of clothes, anything she could carry she had taken, making trips to her safe place to dump them.
It was in the middle of one of these trips that the hoard had arrived. Narrowly ducking the shotgun blast Romana scrambles into a sprint, whirling around to aim her own rifle back, one of the few guns she had managed to gather up. She doesn't miss, the thing (For that's all it could be, with skin like that, and a voice so ghastly, a thing, not human) going down. It's easily replaced though.
And then Romana fights. There's not really chance to flee, and her only choice is to hold her own as best she can, a pistol in one hand that she uses sparingly, only when the hunk of wood in the other, which she uses like a bat doesn't do the job fast enough. She's managing okay, for now, but who knows how long she'll last]
A; Locked to Housemates at 750 Partridge Drive
[When Romana wakes it's with a start, a jerk. Instantly, she knows something's wrong, and it isn't hard to tell what that something is. Taking in the state of the house, or rather the rubble that was once a house, she swears her heart stops, her breathing catching in her throat. She feels sick to her stomach, having been in enough bombed sites to have this reaction instantly.
And then she snaps back into herself, pushing up from the rubble she awoke one, never heeding the scratches on her arms as she begins her search. Nails snap here and there as she digs through what remains of the house, frantic for signs of either Australia or Wy, stumbling in her attempts to climb over larger chunks] Australia! Wy! I swear, if you don't answer me, and you're okay, I... I swear whatever I do it won't be pleasant! Answer me! D-Dammit, answer me!
[Cursing again, she strains to try and lift a piece of rubble, spitting another few choice swears as she realises the lack of strength. A human body again. Great. Another thing to worry about.
Later. After she's found her housemates]
[Having found her housemates the next thing on Romana's agenda is to find her allies, her friends. Or even just to find anyone who needs help. So she had quickly started off to hunt for people, clutching a tattered jacket over her nightgown, flat shoes on her feet for once.]
Hello?! Hello?! Is anyone out there, anyone hurt?! Veneziano! Spagna! Ungheria! Canada, Paesi Bassi?! Anyone?
DAY TWO
It was in the middle of one of these trips that the hoard had arrived. Narrowly ducking the shotgun blast Romana scrambles into a sprint, whirling around to aim her own rifle back, one of the few guns she had managed to gather up. She doesn't miss, the thing (For that's all it could be, with skin like that, and a voice so ghastly, a thing, not human) going down. It's easily replaced though.
And then Romana fights. There's not really chance to flee, and her only choice is to hold her own as best she can, a pistol in one hand that she uses sparingly, only when the hunk of wood in the other, which she uses like a bat doesn't do the job fast enough. She's managing okay, for now, but who knows how long she'll last]
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[Which means he's not sure and he's worrying already.]
You. . . you haven't seen België, have you?
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[Hush she's allowed to be a protective big cousin thing.]
Your Belgio I assume? Si, I did... a little while back. She looks fine, and she's safe. I couldn't tell you what street though... the signs are missing anyway.
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[Huff.]
Spanje, that idiot.
How long ago?
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[And with her appearance another chance of a loved one she recognises straight away disappears. But she can’t begrudge Netherland’s having his sister really…]
About 20 minutes I think? She had her own people to find.
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[And that's all he needs to know, really. Finding Belgium is his only real priority right now.
But after a moment of hesitation, he'll ask her.]
Do you want to come with me?
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[She's ready to set off herself, only stopping when he speaks. Glancing back she shakes her head, giving him a small smile]
No... I still have people to find. But good luck, and stay safe.
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[And then he'll remember what Canada always told him.]
You could look out for me too.
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[It seems strange. Especially when he was so angry at her before for trying to kill him]
But... I... can do that. Famiglia and all...
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[Maybe a little point of pride. Anyway he'd probably do it for Belgium.]
But I wouldn't want you to wander around here alone.
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[She's not a coward who'll back down from taking responsibility of what she did though]
I... I can handle myself. [She is armed to the teeth with anything that survived]
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[Huff.]
Good luck then.