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mayfield_rpg2012-08-05 12:42 am
technophiling) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-05 12:42 am
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kuusteist // 16
A: between 1332 and 1333 Benny Road
[After the last mess Mayfield had subjected them all to, Estonia found himself in the possession of one very old box of books, in more than a few languages. He's read them all before, of course, and they're some of his favourites, even one particularly worn Russian one he doesn't recommend to anyone, just because it's in Russian. After they arrive in Mayfield, he reads them all again, then decides to do the nice thing and share them around.
This is why he's headed over to Benny Road with an armful of books in Lithuanian and Polish. He slides some of them, with no note, into the mailbox of house 1332. He's halfway to the mailbox of 1333 when he realizes he got the address wrong, and doubles back. Somewhere between trying to switch out the stack of books and get the appropriate ones in the right nation's mailbox, most of the books wind up on the lawn, with one very frustrated Estonia trying not to make a scene.
It's probably not going so well.]
B: 5270 Cunningham Lane
[Hi, Ukraine. Estonia comes bearing a few books for you, as well as some pre-made food and cuddles. Enjoy.]
C: phone
[Estonia clears his throat awkwardly before starting, and a few times more during pauses while he presents his question.]
Not that it's... um, of any great importance, but I was wondering if there would be anybody here interested in a choir of any sort. Just for curiosity's sake. [Ahem.] I don't really have anywhere with a piano to suggest meeting, but I'm sure something could be worked out, if... people were interested? If not, that's fine, too.
[After the last mess Mayfield had subjected them all to, Estonia found himself in the possession of one very old box of books, in more than a few languages. He's read them all before, of course, and they're some of his favourites, even one particularly worn Russian one he doesn't recommend to anyone, just because it's in Russian. After they arrive in Mayfield, he reads them all again, then decides to do the nice thing and share them around.
This is why he's headed over to Benny Road with an armful of books in Lithuanian and Polish. He slides some of them, with no note, into the mailbox of house 1332. He's halfway to the mailbox of 1333 when he realizes he got the address wrong, and doubles back. Somewhere between trying to switch out the stack of books and get the appropriate ones in the right nation's mailbox, most of the books wind up on the lawn, with one very frustrated Estonia trying not to make a scene.
It's probably not going so well.]
B: 5270 Cunningham Lane
[Hi, Ukraine. Estonia comes bearing a few books for you, as well as some pre-made food and cuddles. Enjoy.]
C: phone
[Estonia clears his throat awkwardly before starting, and a few times more during pauses while he presents his question.]
Not that it's... um, of any great importance, but I was wondering if there would be anybody here interested in a choir of any sort. Just for curiosity's sake. [Ahem.] I don't really have anywhere with a piano to suggest meeting, but I'm sure something could be worked out, if... people were interested? If not, that's fine, too.
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[Latvia looks over his shoulder and quickly ushers him inside, up to his room. It's been fairly well kept, but besides sleeping Latvia hasn't use it much. There's a small crate in the corner that's nearly empty, save for a few bottles. Eagerly he looks at the books in his hands]
It's really good to see you again. Is there anything I can get for you?
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[He holds the books out to Latvia. They're all definitely on the older side, ones Estonia had kept around his house for forever. They'll all in Latvian, too, some of the few decent books he ever found printed in the language, at least before the 1990s.]
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Books! Honest to God books! Not that there weren't books in Mayfield but there was nothing he wanted to read and definitely nothing in his native language. For a moment he stands there stunned with a stupid smile on his face]
Thank-you... Thank-you so much!
[Setting the books down on the desk he takes something from the crate. As a token of gratitude he presents Estonia with a bottle of Riga Black Balsam]
And this is for you. I saved it especially.
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That said, he'll still take the Balsam with a happy grin.]
A liqueur worth drinking. Thanks, Läti, I appreciate it.
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[He really is. Just to see him genuinely smile brings him back to times before Mayfield. Latvia's happy that they're actually staying on good terms instead of dissolving into the mess of drama that happened last time.
It really feels like closure.
Taking another bottle from the crate, the last one, he twists off the top and holds it out in good spirits]
Cheers.
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Here's to maybe a little rest from all the insanity here?
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[Latvia takes a drink from the bottle, recalling all the things that had happened to them since he'd arrived. Even when they weren't actively fearing for their lives, he had to wonder if they long stretches of boredom in between were any better.
Maybe he was growing too passive, too willing. He knew he should be seeking a way out but the motivation just wasn't there. His entire being just wasn't there and in a way Latvia absolutely hates it when things are quiet. At least focusing on survival provides a distraction from the heavy silence that echoes through him. By now Latvia's not looking at Estonia, but instead focusing on the wall behind him]
Hey Estonia... How much longer do you think we'll be here?
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I do know that we'll get home at some point. [Because he'd go crazy if he didn't have that reassurance, so he simply accepts it as a necessary fact.]
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[Honestly, if it weren't for that he wouldn't have much hope for it at all]
It's just everything seems so... stationary, you know?
And I thought it was interesting at first but now I'm just tired of being human...
[Another drink and maybe he'll be better at putting things into words. Although to his credit it was a pretty solid attempt at something he can only barely articulate]
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I mean, I know they'll do fine without me but... it's just nice to know. You know?
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[He takes another swig from the bottle and forces something of a rather sad smile]
Sorry about being such a downer. But... thank-you, for everything. For the books and helping me not go completely stir crazy.
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Don't mention it. What else are br- ... neighbours for, right?
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It's okay, you can say it. I promise I won't blow up in your face this time.
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But as your brother, I'm supposed to keep you from being too crazy, right?
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[Despite that Latvia still smirks as if it were some kind of joke. Even if it took a while he's finally comes to terms with it, and the fact that it just seems so absurd looking back on it he can't help be laugh about it. It's a very forced and awkward laugh but a laugh none the less. It sounds too ridiculousness to have actually happened]
Yeah, I really appreciate it. If I had to be stuck in a 1950's nightmare town with anyone I'm glad I'm stuck with you.
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[And this is getting way too sappy for him, so he'll just... look away and sip at his bottle some.]
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At least we have Lithuania too...
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Still, I guess things could be worse.
[Not that he really wants to tempt fate]
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You're right...
It probably will.
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