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Post by Liechtenstein on Nov 27, 2012 17:31:29 GMT -5
Loop 1
Liechtenstein opened her mouth, not to speak, since no words could hope to succeed in surfacing, but out of surprise twisting toward confusion. As she pursed her lips, her fingertips slowly dipped away from the knob she'd been carefully fumbling with—the source of this shock and befuddlement. The funny thing about this particular knob is that it wouldn't twist, like most knobs do and should, when this very same knob had worked properly for her before.
For a short while, she simply stared, head tilted at a slight angle even though she was thinking nothing. She eventually began whispering to herself, supposing she could very well be missing a piece of the puzzle, some vital piece of information.
“Vhy?”
Something might not have been clicking. It could certainly be apparent, just not to her at this moment. Perhaps it would come to her should she be given some time... but it was unnerving.
“Vhy vill it not open?”
This door had no business being locked, did it? The blonde heard numerous times that this mansion was abandoned, and her observations over the course of her short stay certainly confirmed the statements, though some areas did appear strangely kept. On top of this, it was the only entrance she knew of. Truth be told, she didn't go looking as hard as she could have, but she was relatively sure there were no other obvious doorways. Then, how could a door such as this one be locked from the inside? Who would possibly go to such extents? That didn't make the slightest bit of sense to her. There were no locks she could make out on the door itself, either.
Her emerald orbs drifted hesitantly off toward both hallways to her sides, then behind her to the stairs before whipping back to view the smaller picture, which was the door currently preventing the departure she wished for. Unease hovered over the young principality more heavily, in turn, making her feel heavier. Her face visibly paled.
What was going on here?
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Post by the Netherlands on Nov 27, 2012 19:40:38 GMT -5
The Netherlands was in a foul mood, and he knew he really should take a break from everything. He should just have some fresh air. Yes, that sounded good. Usually he walked during lunch break - didn't bother to eat, no, just walked around for half an hour - but on a whim he went to the garden shed to get his bicycle. It wasn't often that he went out biking, especially not on such a busy day as this, but he just needed to be out for a little while. Just go somewhere.
The reason for this foul mood was because of a decision of - he couldn't remember, actually. However, he hadn't been invited for the meeting this morning. Again. For the last few years, people made it a habit to not invite him for the G20 meeting. Usually he was invited as a guest. Since he was already represented by the European Union he wasn't a member, but since he was one of the most rich and progressive countries and economies, a lot of host countries usually invited him to the table as well. But lately... not. And the meeting for today hadn't even been a G20 meeting! He could at least understand it a little when he hadn't been invited for 'top only' meetings, but as far as he knew this was a pretty regular meeting, and all kinds of countries had been invited. But not him. Oh no. Of course, they could've just forgotten him. Maybe it was just a mistake, or a misunderstanding. But right now he was just really annoyed at everything. He didn't like being left out of international matters.
To make his mind clear, he had stepped on his bike - this one was quite old and rusty, but it was still good enough for him not to purchase a new one - and went to the forest. He loved the forest. It sadly was too far to walk, so he didn't come there often. The Netherlands had just been traveling for a while like that, randomly taking sandy paths, bringing him deeper and deeper into the forest. And there it was. In the middle of a forest, there was an house. Kind of big, too. He was pretty sure that house hadn't been there before... or he had arrived in a part of the forest he didn't know about. Even though the latter sounded more logical in his ears, he was pretty sure he had known if there was a house as big as this built randomly in the woods. Grown curious, he jumped off his bike and came closer, dragging said vehicle along with him.
This wasn't even an house anymore. It was a mansion. It looked rather dead. Despite his common senses who were ringing alarm bells - random houses in forests were strange and you should ignore it, you greedy idiot - there was a part of him that said he really should go check it out. If it was uninhabited, he should maybe try to claim it. Maybe sell it for profit, even. Maybe this day wasn't as dreadful as he'd thought. He ignored the little alarm bells in his head and entered the mansion's lands. It was easy to see; it was fenced. The garden had this typical look of being once well kept, but without the good care of a gardener withered and grown beyond their borders. The house itself looked brand new, though. It was an odd contrast.
Parking his bike against the wall next to the wooden front door, he looked around a bit. The Netherlands loved old houses. They were like a book. A picture book. His hand had already grabbed the doorknob to open it before he realised it. He just thought to withdraw it - what was he thinking? - when he noticed that the door actually, despite all his expectations, wasn't locked. That was odd. Well, it was worth a look then, wasn't it? Nobody would know he was here, and he would be done in just a minute. He just wanted to look inside, to see what was there. To see if there was anyone living there.
He opened the door, got through it, and closed it again. When he turned around, he didn't notice the brand new walls, the floors who were in excellent state, or the general emptiness of the hall. He did however notice a familiar nation right in front of him, who seemed to be rather white and feeling uneasy. "...oh," was all he could say.
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Post by Liechtenstein on Jan 7, 2013 19:33:53 GMT -5
Liechtenstein was just about ready to call it quits, turn around and begin her search for some other kind of alternative exit, or maybe a first floor window that might open, when she spied the knob of the very same door that had baffled her turning out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't help but flinch, squeak and rear backwards in surprise, near well stumbling in the process.
The door couldn't be opening on its own, could it?! That was impossible! It was just locked a moment ago! She'd tried several times and couldn't get it to budge! No, no—that wasn't by any means the main issue! Not at all! Doors didn't open on their own! They just didn't!
She swallowed, held her ground, only flinching again when she heard the click of the full turn. It wasn't like she was sure what she was expecting, but in came... the Netherlands? What on Earth was he doing here? Ah, that's right! He probably heard the rumor just like the others.
But wait, that meant—
“Nein! Warte—!” The blonde tried to warn, but alas, she had spoken just a second or two too late. Curse her slow reaction time. She now watched—crestfallen—as the man turned to face her. Her hand drifted back to her side in response to the taller nation's little noise of recognition. “Ah.. hallo, Niederlande.” She finally managed, pushing her silly panic fit down in favor of politeness, at least for now. There would surely be another way out if she just looked. This didn't necessarily mean they were trapped by any means. Perhaps he would be well willing help her solve the mystery of this door. “You have come here as vell?”
Liechtenstein paused a moment, glancing behind him toward the door.
“Um... also, zat door you just used vas not locked?” She then inquired very carefully.
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Post by the Netherlands on May 9, 2013 14:24:24 GMT -5
Liechtenstein. He was surprised to Liechtenstein there in front of him, because... well, it was odd enough already to run into each other, let alone meet a fellow nation in a random, abandoned house he just decided to check out. And for what? He had already forgotten his reasons, except that he wanted to check it out. Old houses were cool. The door was open. It was his curiosity and his thirst to discovering the unknown that lured him inside. The Netherlands was wondering why the blonde female was doing in here of all places. But never mind all that. She had yelled something. Wait. Why would she say that? Her face had dropped. What had he done now? What was he supposed to be wait with? He frowned. Closing the door?
"... hello? What are you being all upset about?" he asked, not knowing why the other had been panicking just a second ago. He had some other questions, such as 'what are you doing here' and 'how low are the possibilities we would meet each other in some random abandoned house' and 'are you alone or are there others'. Instead, he asked how she was doing. Smooth. That certainly as the most important question to ask. He resisted rolling his eyes when Liechtenstein was stating the obvious. Yes. Yes, Liechtenstein. He had come here as well. As you can see. Obviously. Alive and well. His sarcasm levels were high today.
The Netherlands looked at the European nation, as if she was being ill. She didn't seem to be herself today. "I just used it. Of course it wasn't locked." He turned half around to demonstrate and grabbed the door knob. Opening the door with a swing - hang on. The door didn't move an inch. He stared at it. He didn't understand. He pulled and pushed against the door, but no such luck. The door remained closed. "He.. the door got stuck," he answered. That must be the only explanation. The door couldn't have locked itself. That was ridiculous.
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Post by Liechtenstein on May 11, 2013 11:14:09 GMT -5
Liechtenstein lifted her hands as the taller nation began to speak, shaking her head along with them.
“Um… zat is,” she began, hesitating and glancing down to her shoes. Would the Netherlands believe her? Given, there wasn’t much of a reason for him to express any kind of distrust toward her, at least none that she was aware of herself, but the idea that this abandoned mansion’s door somehow locks itself from the inside upon a given person’s entrance was quite the farfetched thing. If she were to tell the truth, anyone would be somewhat skeptical, at the very least, even someone as close to her as her big brother. “I zink—”
"I just used it. Of course it wasn't locked."
Bringing her hands back to her chest, she pursed her lips, wondering if she had somehow made a mistake. Maybe she was just… tired? She had, as a matter of fact, imagined sillier things just before bed, or those mornings the young principality hadn’t been able to catch the right amount of sleep. Just as Liechtenstein was considering apologizing to the other for her ridiculousness in what would surely be a flustered frenzy, she found she was bearing witness to a struggle with the door knob on his part, not unlike hers minutes previous. Even as he tried again with more vigor, it refused to budge.
"He.. the door got stuck,"
She looked back up to the Netherlands with widened, enlightened eyes, actually taking much more of a liking to his explanation as opposed to her own. Not only did it actually make sense, but it reassured her that there was someone other than her in this situation, someone wiser and more experienced, at that, heightening her hopes of finding another exit. Surely he would have some idea as to where one would be. He might not even mind her tagging along with him for a short time.
There was no way she would try to get in the way of his business, after all. Most certainly not.
“Ja. It ist a very old house. Zese zings happen, I’m sure,” she nodded in agreement to his diagnosis, mostly as reassurance for herself. “Maybe I should just find anozer door? If zis one ist stuck.” Adorning a small smile, for the sake of politeness, she went on. “Have you been here before, Niederlande? Vould you happen to have an idea of where anozer door vould be?”
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