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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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He's already left to find the others. In fact, he even goes to her house to find her. When he doesn't find anyone at home, his initial thought is panic until-- no, she must be fine. If there's one thing he's learned, it's that Romana is a fighter so she must be around town still.
But Spain decides he should find her to make sure she's well. . . And to let her know he's okay too. See? No harm in looking for her too. Climbing over the rubble, he makes his way back, hoping to catch her. It's hard to hear with others yelling in the distance for loved ones but as he gets closer, he hears her, ) )
Romana? Romana!
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She's starting to tear up as she hears someone calling for her, Romana stopping, and straining her ears for the voice. She knows that voice, it's the voice of that ridiculous man, the one that's made her start to almost cry.
Whirling around she calls back, voice high and frightened, Romana making no efforts to hide that] Spagna! Spanga?
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Romana! Ay, are you all right? You weren't hurt, were you? Come, let me see--. . .
1/2
2/2
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I'm fine, you don't have to worr-- ( ( asdghjkl! He lets out a surprised nose as he's pulled down to her height and his eyes widen when they kiss. He's thinking a lot of things when they kiss-- how this isn't the ideal first kiss but this is okay and if only the world wasn't ending--
Unfortunately for the two of them, Spain was mid-run when she pulled him down and he wasn't prepared for the sudden stop. He loses his balance, begins to fall, and tries to catch Romana before they both crash to the ground. ) )
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Otherwise the chances of his lip being bitten are going to increase a lot. What a crappy first kiss indeed.]
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While falling, he'll manage to turn himself so he won't crush her. Chances are though, they're both going to land on their sides at the least. Once he hits the ground, she'll have to give him a moment to recover before he smiles sheepishly, fully aware of every way that could have gone better. ) )
Can we try again?
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He. He wants to kiss her again. Oh. Oh she hadn't even meant to kiss him, she was just so scared he was gone or hurt and dammit he's not allowed to leave, he's one of the few things that make this life here decent.
Cheeks turning redder and redder she tries not to squeak, though she finds it impossible not to stumble over her words] I-I... I... you want... you want to kiss... kiss... m-me?
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( ( The simplest, flattest, and most honest answer. ) )
I'll do better, I promise. We won't fall this time. ( ( He picks himself up with a groan. Oh, he's going to bruise later but wow, he shouldn't be such a baby about this. Once on his feed, he holds out his hand to help her up. ) )
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I... [Cautiously she takes his hand, letting him help her up. And then she brushes off her skirt before slowly glancing up. She's not sure what happens now, does she give him permission. Or will he just kiss her?]
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He's going to kiss her.
on the cheek and then he steps back and smiles. ) )
Come on, we should see if we can find anyone else before anything else happens.
( ( What. She didn't say he could and Spain is an idiot okay. ) )