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Who: [ lilsisnatalya ] Belarus; OPEN
When: Day 3, right after the event.
Where: Some old house in D-5
Summary: Belarus finds out how to use a PDA. Ohoho.
( Goodbye is just another word )
When: Day 3, right after the event.
Where: Some old house in D-5
Summary: Belarus finds out how to use a PDA. Ohoho.
( Goodbye is just another word )
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"Hey, Russia's little sister isn't that far off from us... Maybe I should go and get her to join us? Maybe spare ourselves from an early quarrel with Ivan?"
He frowns deeply, observing the map more closely. "Spain and Romano aren't that far from her..."
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Groaning, she hit her dufflebag, trying to get the thing to be quiet. Unfortunately, the damage was already done: it kept up its awful beeping, and as a result, any chance of her getting back to sleep was quite quickly and effectively destroyed. Whining loudly, she reached into her bag, pulling out the infuriating little PDA. She glared at it, barely managing to understand what she was reading as she glared the thing down. Stupid machine. Stupid island. Stupid announcements. Stupid danger zo--
...Danger zones.
"E-England!" she shrieked, tripping over herself in an effort to scramble to her feet. E7, right there with the other areas in red. "America!"
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"What, what?!"
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Throwing the thing back in her bag, she scrambled to gather her things together, only to abandon it halfway through as she whipped back around to face the infinitely too-calm America. Wrapping her hands around her throat, she felt the collar there, looking up at him with horrified eyes. "Run!"
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"H-how much--" she panted, trying her best to keep up with the larger nations' strides and not fall too behind (not entirely simple, perhaps not entirely feasible). How long had it been, now? Way too long, way way way too long! They should've been there by now, right? Right?! Ever since they'd burst out of the woods, the sun had been beating down on her, and while she'd never objected to a little sun before, it never felt good in the middle of this kind of run. She was getting tired, but if she slowed down now England would be a jerk and yell at her about running off and not being strong enough for it and--urgh!
"How much farther?" she squeaked, trying her best not to sound exhausted.
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England tried his best to hide the tiredness in his own voice as he was trying to keep up with America's stride himself. He was keeping up, but by working as hard as he could to do so just as Seychelles was to keep up with both of them. America was a lot better suited for this kind of thing, England hadn't spent time on a war front since the trenches and hadn't been on the battlefield since the Gulf War if you could call it a battlefield.
"The....PDA...shows her signal is...nearby. But...dash it all- if I can see her. A-America?"
he yawned, not out of tiredness but from breathing harder. Clenching his jaw down to hide it he kept an eye out around for the long haired female nation.
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America nods at England, looking at his own PDA to try to figure out where she should be in direct relation to them. He looks around, trying to see if he can spot her, even if she's hiding in the trees or something.
"C'mon, sweetie, it's just me. Ya know I ain't gonna hurt ya." He doesn't shout it or anything, but he has a feeling she may be watching them...
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Belarus placed the shotgun on the fallen tree for support, grins a little, wondering who to go for first. In the end, her sight fell on the little girl, a person she didn't remember, but looked the most tired out of them all. She aimed-- and the trigger was pulled. It was just a game, right?
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