Jul 07, 2010 03:56
[It's nearly been two hours since Latvia had been droned for excessive stuttering during work hours, and has since then been working very, very hard on transporting bricks. 1019 bricks out of 4,500, but on his way back to the factory to fetch more, he passes up a simple drone.]
Comrade Zacharov! Is very nice day to be working for the glory of our magnificent Motherland, да? Have heard rumor by comrade Lutrova that we are getting closer to goal of ridding the world of Capitalist pig, as well! Am thinking news is being reason to celebrate sometime!
[The conversation goes on like this for a few minutes before they go their separate ways, and just before Latvia reaches the factory, the blank, empty look in his eyes lingering--then fading. Hurrah, he's back from the land of the droned!]
W-Wh... W-What did I-I just say...? [He's looking around now, trying to remember what happened. He couldn't remember what he had done when he was droned, but judging by how sore his arms were, and all the scrapes and blisters on his hands, he was obviously picking up where he left off from moving bricks--Wait, is that finger broken?
...] E-Eh...
!action,
yay childhood trauma,
home sweet home,
!event,
in soviet russia...