The grossest place you sleep on.

Posts : 24 Join date : 2010-07-15 Age : 32

Distant sounds hovered around, giving one the idea there was life gathered around themselves. Yet these sounds, they were illusions, echoing trough the Austrian's head to replace the silence that occupied the small apartment the man was dumped in. To him it still sounded like people walked around, he could have sworn that he even felt the footsteps vibrate trough the floor, causing the throbbing of his head. Little did he know he was passed out on a floor, but that aside. There was still life, there were still people and he was not alone. These sounds were rather enjoyable, they, on their turn, had also drowned out the nervous and unsettling feeling that had lingered within Roderich upon arrival. It calmed him down, even in his 'sleep', which would always result in a rational mind later when he would wake, on that was not clouded by fear or paranoia about a seemingly dead-like town.

But then, in the middle of their busiest moment, the sounds began to decrease, to be replaced by a bizarre sort of ringing in Roderich's ear. Not to mention the endless throbbing. What in heavens name was going on right now? The eerie feeling was starting to get to Roderich once more, tensing the unconscious body in its struggle to awake. A soft groan escaped from his throat while he lay there on the cold, dirty kitchen floor of a unknown apartment in the middle of what was basically nowhere to him. Thankfully the endless ringing in his ear was getting less by the minute, while the throbbing of his head only became worse and a lot more painful. He would remain 'asleep' while the pain grew stronger, making it feel as if his mind slowly was about to explode.

It came as no surprise that as soon as the pain grew, the man was beginning to wake up, detesting this everlasting throbbing. The expression on his face was noticeably changing, at first he had looked calm but gradually he looked a lot more troubled as time went on. Roderich was obviously in pain when he finally collected enough strength to force his eyes open. Everything around him was such a big blur, it certainly didn't help he was left pretty dazed as well. Where was he? More importantly, why was he at an unknown place?

His hand reached for his face, gently adjusting his glasses, he was lucky to still have them. Roderich felt relieved, despite his confusion, when the throbbing lessened. Now that he had woken up his mind seemed to be willing to cooperate and give him a break from this slight torture. Perhaps he had hit his head, of course Roderich noticed he was on a floor, so it was but a mere possibility. On the other hand, he could also believe it was his own doing, as some sort of last resort to get himself back upon his feet. It wasn't much use to give that issue any more thought than he had already done, for his concern now was to figure out where he was.

The Austrian carefully began to push himself up in a sitting position, his face immediately displaying his disgust when he got a good look of the surroundings. So he seemed to have found himself on a dirty kitchen floor of an equally dirty kitchen in the back of what seemed to be a mere commoners apartment. How odd, wasn't he on his way to the conference? The last thing Roderich truly recalled was checking the address one last time, only to learn he was going the right way before he ended up waking in this place. Roderich proceeded to push himself up, getting back on his feet, brushing off his dirtied coat. Honestly, if this was Gilbert's doing...

Yes, that was the first thing he thought of, that this would all have been one of Gilbert's idiotic jokes to annoy the Austrian more than he usually did. Well, he had succeeded! Sadly, figuring that out did not solve the brunette's problem, not at all. He was still lost, if not stuck, in a stranger's apartment.

The Austrian began to make his way trough the small kitchen with caution, being in such a quiet, seemingly abandoned apartment could have anyone on edge like this. "Hello? Is anyone there?" he called out, sounding just as careful as he moved. Surely someone had to be around, right?

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The faint noise of wind rapping against a closed window combined with the light streaming into the room brought Natalia back to her senses. She could dimly make out a room with surprisingly clean white-washed walls with a small window daintily decorated with dingy black curtains. What the hell just happened here? Was probably the first thing that entered her mind as she found the balance to stand up and meticulously brush the dirt away from her dress. As she calmly backtracked in her mind to find the reason why she ended up in such an unusual place far away from the conference meeting she was supposed to be in.

Then in all clicked together in a heartbeat. She remembered what had happened before this. Arriving in the middle of nowhere and being greeted by the not-so-reassuring sight of an eerily abandoned town, becoming lost and annoyed as she couldn't find her way out and then the shadow. That godamned shadow she saw moving at the corner of her eyes before she blacked out. 'Someone must have planned all this,' she thought, slowly pacing back and forth. 'But if they were not careful enough, I should still have my knives.'

The Belarusian reached under her dress, lifting it up to reveal an array of knives belted against her thigh. Smirking ever-so slightly, Natalia made it a point to scan her surroundings. Boxes and boxes of nothing but dust everywhere. Some where opened while others were heavily damaged, soaking wet or even unrecognizable as a box. There wasn't anything else she could use besides her knives for now but that was fine. That was how she liked it anyway. But now the nagging feeling of her brother and sister worrying about her somewhere far, far away from this location sent a pang of anxiety through her. They were sure to worry. They always worried.

'Now is not the time to let myself worry,' yes, nothing would happen if she did nothing but worry. 'I must get out of here.' Natalia faced the only door of the room and smiled. How careless of them. Doorknobs would never be able to stand in her way. She was a master at ripping doorknobs and locks apart after all those years of chasing Ivan in his room. This ordinary object wouldn't be able to hold her back. With a flurry of hair and clothes, she grabbed a knife from her stockings, lifting it up and slamming it down onto the godforsaken object that stood in the way of her freedom. 'And of brother,' the Belarusian mentally added.

In mere seconds the door was nothing but an enormous piece of useless wood on the ground. The golden doorknob lay by her feet in sharp broken pieces. An eerie yet satisfied smile crept over her features. Now that that was over, she could explore the place some more and find a way out. As she stepped out of the room cautiously, Natalia's eyes narrowed dangerously. The sight that greeted her was what she had already expected but the surprise of knowing that she wasn't wrong held a sense of dread and revelation. She decided that this would be the best time to find weapons of sorts. Anything at all would become useful to her whether it was a piece of an old broken chair, Natalia was determined to end all this once and for all.

Suddenly she heard a man's voice. A very familiar one that belonged to a certain Austrian. She could recognize that voice anywhere after countless and countless of conferences. 'He isn't a likely suspect... that man would never do such a thing as this and he sounds confused as well,' her thoughts were racing back and forth between escaping, finding the culprit and finding Ivan. Natalia hastened her pace, heels clicking against the floor with a repetitive 'click, click, click', not caring if she garnered the unwanted attention of her kidnapper.

At last she found him slowly making his way around the room, cautious, careful. Natalia walked forward, not caring if she startled the man. The Belarusian placed a firm hand on his shoulder to alert him of her presence. ”You,” she voiced out, authoritative and cold. ”Are you the only one here?”

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Roderich got a better look of his surroundings while standing, obviously. His gaze went back to the kitchen, back to the spot on the floor he had just gotten up from. Had he not known any better, then he would have sworn he had left a imprint in the dirt. Well it was possible, of course it was, he didn't know how long he had been there and how much dirt there actually had been. It could also be that the floor itself was simply dirty by default, you know, stained so much by previous dirt in such a way that it was impossible to clean off, as if the tiles had simply absorbed it all. Now was not the time to linger on such trivial things, he should focus and observe, plan on how to get away, rather than simply observe and analyze.

A loud 'thud' rang trough the apartment, indicating something heavy just hit the floor. Roderich was left to wonder what it was as it shook him out of his thoughts. It shook him to the core, not having expected something so loud, yet afterwards he heard nothing. No voices, no footsteps. It was safe to assume it had been nothing in the end, nothing that should worry him, Roderich decided to stick to that, hold onto the safe idea of it having been something that was blown down, preferably by the wind.

There seemed to be some rodent around however, Roderich certainly heard them, and it didn't surprise him one bit. This place was one of the worst kept houses he had ever been in. The rodent were the least of his concern, for he had not received a reply from anyone yet, which concerned him greatly, more so after the noise he heard earlier. This couldn't be Gilbert's doing either, that annoying albino surely would have been around to at least see his expression when he'd woke.

And to think that he would go trough all this trouble, just to dump him in such a shady place, probably miles away from the conference. Then who could have done this? The Austrian dragged a finger over a dusty table, frowning at the dirt that had quickly gathered on his gloved hand. Honestly now, who would do this, and for what reason?

Nothing came to mind, perhaps it was someone who simply wanted to get rid of their 'kind', as nations. Power hungry people were always around, and some knew of their secret. He was so lost in thought, standing at the dusty table, stealing glazing from the window at the other side of the room. Despite having figured out a possible reason for the culprit he simply could not get his mind around a possible culprit. To have a motive yet not come up with anyone in general was troubling, aggravating even. Roderich furrowed his brow, trying so desperately to get a grip on what was going on.

So much that the clicking noise behind him went by unnoticed. So of course he was startled by the hand that appeared on his shoulder, seemingly coming out of no where. His heart jumped as he dared to turn around, facing whoever had gotten a hold of him. Hearing her voice, and seeing her face got the Austrian to relax considerably more. He wasn't extremely familiar with the Belarusian but he knew enough to make sure he was safe if he stayed on her good side. Hopefully for a man like him that wasn't a problem.

Roderich adjusted his glasses, somewhat nervously, before proceeding to 'straighten out' his cravat. A bit of a habit that seemingly helped the man to regain his composure. “I'm afraid so,” he finally replied to the woman. His gaze soon drifted back to the window, for at least a moment or two. He felt like they were being watched. “I have only recently woken up, you're the first one I have run into it.” well, it was her who had run into him, but that wasn't the main point.

Finally did he dare to step away from the table he had been at, taking a few steps towards the window. The feeling of being watched slowly began to pass but it had gotten the Austrian's attention. Whatever had been there would have been long gone by now. “I do not suppose you have any idea of where we are, do you?” There was a look of curiosity and concern on his face as he asked this, turning his head enough to see the younger female.

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Natalia glowered in the dim light, seemingly displeased with the current situation. Though she wasn't alone anymore, another horrid thought overcame her. What if everyone... was somewhere out there? The possibility of her brother waking up in a cold dark space nagged at her thoughts. But the Belarusian wasn't about to break down just yet. She made a small humming noise as if thinking about their current predicament. From what her memory told her, the town wasn't all to huge so finding others wouldn't be much of a daunting task. Natalia snapped her attention back to the Austrian as he started to speak. 'So he has just woken up as well...' Nodding almost to herself, she scanned the room, listening to Roderich talk with half-hearted attention. Whatever he was saying right now wouldn't be as important as finding weapons.

The Belarusian absentmindedly grunted as he asked her if she knew where they were. She immediately turned back to the Austrian with a frown. ”If I knew where we were, I would have left long ago,” she coldly replied. Natalia once more searched around, unafraid to touch the dirty surface of each counter tops. ”But I must admit that for now we must focus on working together.” There was a rather grudging tone that erupted from her voice. But only because she was partly disappointed that she didn't find Ivan first. After she scanned every possible surface for anything she could use as an offensive weapon, the Belarusian proceeded to open drawers, slamming them back shut if they were empty. With a frustrated sigh, she placed both hands on her hips.

”Help me find some weapons. If we want to get out of here, we might as well try and find something we can use to protect ourselves.” True she had her trusty knives but she was always one step ahead. Natalia never overlooked a possibility that maybe the enemy had bigger, better weapons. Of course she wasn't afraid of that. She'd just have to overcome the task of defeating him or her. 'Whoever it is, I'll be sure to punish them.' Seeing as the Austrian was still a little disoriented though he looked as if the revelation of being thrown in the middle of nowhere was starting to sink in. The Belarusian bit her lip as she found a slim metal pipe similar to that of Ivan's though smaller and less... faucet-like. She spun it in her hands once, twice, before nodding and holding on to it.

Finally she turned back to Roderich. ”Because we're working together, I should probably say that if you get in my way, I will not hesitate to dispose of you,” Natalia stepped towards him, the metal rod pointing at him ominously. ”Understand?” Her cold, electric-blue eyes regarded him warily, still slightly suspicious. ”Now come on, find a weapon. You won't survive long just standing there.”

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It should not have been a surprise to the Austrian, that Natalia knew as much about their current location and surroundings as he himself did. Then why, knowing that, did he feel so disappointed? A sigh escaped him when he received her reply. In a way he was lucky, it seemed, to have been found by someone who could handle herself just fine in these sort of situation, without to much trouble. Had she known this place and simply left, then the Austrian was left to his own devices which would have him end up wandering the apartment for ages. Unless this apartment proved to be unlocked, which did not sound likely anymore. There was a absent nod at her 'working together' remark, as Roderich didn't mind it in the slightest, but he'd most likely ended up being dead weight to her. That was something he couldn't afford now, could he? He inwardly shook his head, no, he indeed could not allow that to happen.

He watched her roam around the room, she gave off the vibe that she was eager to get everything she thought they needed together and move out of this forsaken place as fast as they possibly could manage. Something he could understand, for it was only sensible to want to escape such a unsettling place such as this apartment. While he did feel he should be helping her out, searching for whatever it was she needed at this point, Roderich didn't leave his spot.

His attention was still set on the window. The feeling of being watched had long since passed, yet there was still something out there that felt as if it was important, if anything. Maybe it was a way out, with a fire escape and all that. It seemed a lot easier than running around, picking locks of breaking open doors, not to mention that the window could provide them with time. It was a lot less time consuming, which to him seemed to be a very good thing to have on your side as a possible option.

Purple eyes gazed back at Natalia when she spoke. Roderich himself had refused to reply to the statement and simply gave her a small nod. He didn't like being told what to do, even in their current situation where such commands where more than needed, for otherwise he wouldn't have a clue what to do. Knowing him he'd throw his own logic out of a window and try whatever he could to escape this place, with style. In the ended that sounded like a extremely odd thing to do, even to him. The Austrian shook those thoughts off and began to move, having a look around the part of the room where he had been standing at, when the Belarusian spoke up once more which got him out of his previous concentration.

The Austrian narrowed his eyes slightly, staring straight back into her own cold blue orbs. This woman didn't trust him, that much was clear. It was something, however, that was starting to get the Austrian more on edge than he already was. Lifting up his hand he then gently pushed the metal rod out of the way, with a great sense of annoyance and disgust. The nerve of that girl! No matter how understandable her behavior was at this point, that didn't mean Roderich would simply take it for what it was.

Not that there was a point in going against her, or tell her off for her disrespectful behavior at this moment. “I understand.” His reply was short but firm, his previous annoyance clearly running trough. It was then that Roderich began to hold up more of his aristocratic behavior, not giving Natalia as much as a glance when he walked back towards the kitchen. Changing his attitude surely helped the brunette feel more confident of himself, there was a certain strength that came from the angrier side of his personality. Not that it didn't have any downside to it, but that aside.

There was but one item Roderich wanted to get his hands on. One thing of which you'd think it's always around. The Austrian was roaming trough the cupboards and several drawers, taking out the few sharp knifes he found before he came across the one thing he really wanted to arm himself with. Had it not been for his late wife then he would have never even thought about using this as a weapon, and seeing how nothing else, next to the metal pipe Natalia had, was fitting to be a weapon, he made this his own. Roderich held onto the wooden handle with a firm grip while he inspected the black metal surface of the frying pan he had just acquired. A certain Hungarian woman knew how to fight with these just fine and had proven them to be excellent weapons in combat. Besides, unless he came across something stronger, this was his best bet.

It felt so out of place in his possession, something that kept repeating itself in the back of his mind while Roderich went back to the window he had been standing at for far to long already. He felt no need to inform the Belarusian of what he was doing as he inspected the windowsill. The man put his weapon down and began to tug at the locks of the window, adding force when they didn't budge. Much to his amazement he managed to tear the locks out of the wood and lift the window. This did cause for the man to fall forward for at least a bit when the window had shot up. That was odd, he knew it was worth a try but he really hadn't expected the wood to be rot enough to break so easily. “It seems we can leave trough here.” Roderich picked up the frying pan he had previously put down before he carefully climbed trough the open gap. “The fire stairs seemed to be in good standing and shouldn't cause us any trouble on our way down.” One gaze down and you could see the fire stairs were still in tact, it didn't feel like they would give out on them either.

And if the Belarusian decided not to follow him then that was fine, it seemed unlikely no one else was around now that he met Natalia here, so Roderich could leave on his own.

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