Posts by xPainx

"Ja, okay." He answered laying himself down on his stomach on the comfortable cushions of the couch. He fixed his arms beneath his chin and leveled his spinal cord into a less agonizing posture. The scarlet fluids were dripping through the cracks of his lips and it stained the tips his dull, platinum blond hair.

At first he flinched from the abrupt feeling of his shirt being removed, but he hesitantly assisted him and shook the neckline around his head and off. He shivered from the cold atmosphere hitting against the sensitive flesh on his back. "Damn it.." He hissed under his breath as he muffled his frustrated tone in his arm.

Reading the text message Lukas couldn't help but freeze in his place. He wanted him to just be with him? That shouldn't be surprised to Lukas, but he didn't expect that. He stared at his phone for a few moments a blank expression remaining plastered across his face. Finally, he texted back his reply.

'I'll be right there.' He promised him before exiting the courtyard. He drew in a final breath from the outdoors for who knows how many hours he'd be trapped in here. Once he entered the maze of twisting and turning hall ways he almost instantly traced his steps back to where he had last seen the Dane. It's not that he didn't wish to see him, he's just been feeling rather uneasy around him lately. He wanted to spend time with him like he usually would, but he also wanted to avoid him. It was school nerves most likely. He huffed a small breath of frustration as he pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ease his anxious nerves. This wasn't his usual self, and he didn't like it one bit. He needed to get his crap together.

Lukas felt all of his muscles strain and tense under the rag that dared to come in contact with the sensitive, torn flesh down his back. He buried his face in his arm that was sprawled out in front of him and heaved a long breath. He bit his tongue in an attempt to restrain himself from making a single sound that would release the pure and utter pain he felt searing through the nerves that ran past the wound.

Now, Norway had broken his usual demeanor and it was replaced with the anxious, panicked brother he was now. "Where's Iceland??" He repeated his voice raising a level higher than previously. He forced himself forward as if to approach the burning building. He debated going back in, but what if Iceland did make it out alive? What were the chances of that? he stared at the mirrored flames of hell in utter horror. He was not as stoic as he was before. Now, he felt nothing but anxiety arise within his throat.

He pondered the many things he could be doing, but nothing really sparked his interest. So, he shrugged loosely and parted his scarred, parched lips to reply. "I'll join you, seeing as I don't have anything better to do." He stated his tassel lashing lightly behind him in a menacing rhythm. He shifted his broad anatomy and unraveled the muscles that were bunched up under the thickening layers of fur and flesh. Finally, he fixed himself into a less sloppy posture and narrowed his stoic amber lanterns upon the Scavenger before him. "Well, let's get going." He slurred his chipped tongue sore from all of the sharp or heavy pronunciations that required the muscle.

Hearing her words he drew in a breath and re-directed himself away from the building. "Ja. Let's look around." He agreed bopping his head in a nod. He was uneasy about the entire situation, but he didn't want to freak out just yet. She was very much correct, they could both be alive. Greenland and Iceland.. He couldn't lose anyone in this fire. He couldn't ever forgive himself even if he didn't start the fire there were a pit of darkness tempting him towards the lies it planted for him.

He simply nodded, sweat forming at his hair line from the amount of pain piling up on each of her nerves. He slowly moved his limbs and shifted himself so that he'd roll onto his injured back gently.

Ooc: Whaaat? See now, I'm not trusted to cook because the most I can do is heat up leftovers and I still somehow burn that LOL

ic: Norway nodded weakly his head leaning on the arm of the couch. "Ja." He agreed. "You don't have to stay down here with me, ya know." He told him with a tired voice. Exhaustion dragged at him with every passing moment and his eyelids were already mid way to shutting him away into slumber. He felt guilty about Iceland worrying about him. He was a former Viking, he didn't need him looking over him. But he could keep him company... No, he didn't want to be a bother.

Ooc: Lol, I like this idea already! I'm so sorry I'm so back and forth. I'll definitely be more active over the weekend. ;v;

Ic: Norway couldn't help but huff a frustrated groan. The exhaustion remained tugging at him and he couldn't seem to shake it off. But, something wasn't right. He could've sworn he heard Iceland, but something was wrong with his voice. With that, his overprotective brotherly instincts forced him from his dull dreamland back to reality. It was almost as if the very moment he awoke from the restless slumber the pain from the precious night reminded him of how damaged he was. He wicked and forced his head to turn to search for his brother, but who was before him was not his brother. "I-Iceland?" He stumbled with his brother's name as he tried to process what was going on. "Is that you?" He inquired his usual, monotonous voice rough and damaged by his wounds. Not only that, but the anxiety and adrenaline tired out his lungs thus making his speech more edged and rough.

Ooc: Denmark's just stopping by, being Denmark and asking how everyone is. That's all I know, so far, I'm sorry. ;;

Ic: Denmark tilted his head, his thoughts pondered from activity to the next. Maybe they could play a game of ball? He didn't wish to bother them, though, as obnoxious as he could be. "C'mon, do any of you guys want to play ball or something?" He barked.

4/5
Oz x Alice from Pandora Hearts.

"I-I mean.. I know it's you, but I didn't expect this." He pointed out his dark blue eyes staring at his sister, now. He couldn't believe it. But, he- she was right. It was most likely either England or Romania who screwed up a spell. He huffed a small sigh and scratched at his head. He couldn't help but feel the slightest heat rise up to his cheeks, but he concealed it and painted it with the previous, dull agony from his wounds. "I can try and change you back. But, it depends on the spell they used." He explained.

"Don't worry, Emil. Uh.." He threw his head around as if to search for a place where he was positive the others wouldn't see her. "Your room. They won't see you in your bedsheets." He explained. It was a simple plan, and he knew they could just as easily rip off the sheets. But they wouldn't dare if Iceland had said he was sick. "Pretend you have a cold or something." He told him as he forced himself to sit up his injured back searing with a numbing pain. He winced a moment, but forced himself to continue forward. "Once you're up there I'll find a phone and contact Romania and England."

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Gamagoori x Mako from Kill la Kill.

When he was sure his brother made it safely to his room he swiped a phone and dialed England's number quickly. He was one to first assume it was him due to his inability to bake it might affect his decisions of spells, because knowing him he often tried to use magic with cooking and that never ended too well. He flinched and fixed his posture when the man answered. "Hei.. Ja, it's me. Have you been trying any magic lately?... Hm.. Okay, takk." With that, he hung up the phone and huffed a long sigh and rubbed the back of his neck.

Ahaha, no no it's fine! I understand it can be confusing to some people! What kind of questions do you have about it? I'll do what I can to get ya to understand it! ;v;

Name: Tyra Linström
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearence:
[img width=324 height=510]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--OAk…351qjwhf3o1_500_large.jpg[/img]
Animal ears and tail: Cat
Crush: May Develop
Country (or city or capital): Stockholm

You can start on the roleplay thread whenever you're ready!

Ooc: Uhhuhuhuhuh I am not a doctor, try an iceland??

Ic: He hurried upstairs and knocked on the door to Iceland's room patiently awaiting a confirmation to enter. He threw his head around if to scan the area in hopes of the other Nordics being busy. If Denmark, especially, was to find out about this he knew he'd be teasing Iceland to no end about it. He had to admit, though, Iceland was rather adorable in this form of his. He was in both forms, in all honesty. He stopped those thoughts in their tracks and shook them off almost immediately. That's brother-- Sister, in there he was thinking about.