mười một ❀| i must become a lion-hearted girl, ready for a fight
|❀BACKGROUND|
[For the second day in a row, she had gone to check upon Japan. Vietnam wasn't certain if the rest of her family knew the state that he'd fallen into, and she didn't care to ask. Finding her brother just as bland and dull-faced as yesterday- "Mrs. Jones, you sure are visiting a lot lately!"- she's decided not to stay around. She isn't sure if she can handle even one more minute of looking into Japan's blank eyes.
It is on her way back from Japan's home that she runs into China. She doesn't even think it's him, at first- her brother wouldn't ever be dressed in the stereotypically American way that he is right now.
He gives her a strange look, and appears to give it some thought before remembering her name.] Hello, Mrs. Jones.
[She goes cold.]
How are you today?
[You would so soon leave me with him?]
...I-...
[She attempts the words and then stops them in her throat. A vicious shake of her head, and then Vietnam is ripping the bandages off of her right hand and throwing them at her brother's feet. The drone stares politely as they pool in a pile of white cloth with rust-red spots. The fingers on her newly exposed hand are still mottled purple with bruising, and they're slightly crooked, not fully set again. That same hand grabs his for a moment, grasps it, tries to see some recognition in his confused eyes. When she finds none, she takes a step back, a cry of disbelief and rage escaping her.
With an infuriated twist of her body, she turns her back to him and leaves.
I understand.]
|❀VOICE|
[Her voice is clipped and polite and very, very cold.]
I would like to let everyone know that Kiku Honda and Yao Wang- more commonly known to all of you as Japan and China- have both been turned into drones. I am not entirely certain, but it may have occurred simultaneously. If anyone has any idea as to why this might have happened to the both of them, I- [her voice hitches] -their family... would appreciate knowing.
[Without another word, she hangs up.]
|❀ACTION; Taiwan's house at 945 Beulah Street.|
[Vietnam stands at Taiwan's door with windswept hair, a large bottle of vodka in her left hand. She knocks once. Her motorcycle is idling quietly on the street.]
[ooc; I apologize for the SUPER SRS BSNS post, but this one has to get out of the way! GOSH FAMIRRY WHY SO COMPLICATED...]
[For the second day in a row, she had gone to check upon Japan. Vietnam wasn't certain if the rest of her family knew the state that he'd fallen into, and she didn't care to ask. Finding her brother just as bland and dull-faced as yesterday- "Mrs. Jones, you sure are visiting a lot lately!"- she's decided not to stay around. She isn't sure if she can handle even one more minute of looking into Japan's blank eyes.
It is on her way back from Japan's home that she runs into China. She doesn't even think it's him, at first- her brother wouldn't ever be dressed in the stereotypically American way that he is right now.
He gives her a strange look, and appears to give it some thought before remembering her name.] Hello, Mrs. Jones.
[She goes cold.]
How are you today?
[You would so soon leave me with him?]
...I-...
[She attempts the words and then stops them in her throat. A vicious shake of her head, and then Vietnam is ripping the bandages off of her right hand and throwing them at her brother's feet. The drone stares politely as they pool in a pile of white cloth with rust-red spots. The fingers on her newly exposed hand are still mottled purple with bruising, and they're slightly crooked, not fully set again. That same hand grabs his for a moment, grasps it, tries to see some recognition in his confused eyes. When she finds none, she takes a step back, a cry of disbelief and rage escaping her.
With an infuriated twist of her body, she turns her back to him and leaves.
I understand.]
|❀VOICE|
[Her voice is clipped and polite and very, very cold.]
I would like to let everyone know that Kiku Honda and Yao Wang- more commonly known to all of you as Japan and China- have both been turned into drones. I am not entirely certain, but it may have occurred simultaneously. If anyone has any idea as to why this might have happened to the both of them, I- [her voice hitches] -their family... would appreciate knowing.
[Without another word, she hangs up.]
|❀ACTION; Taiwan's house at 945 Beulah Street.|
[Vietnam stands at Taiwan's door with windswept hair, a large bottle of vodka in her left hand. She knocks once. Her motorcycle is idling quietly on the street.]
[ooc; I apologize for the SUPER SRS BSNS post, but this one has to get out of the way! GOSH FAMIRRY WHY SO COMPLICATED...]