mayfield_rpg | 04. My Little Poland, My Little Poland Ahh ahh ahh ahhh~

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04. My Little Poland, My Little Poland Ahh ahh ahh ahhh~

[a. Outside Mayfield Hospital-back dated to January 31st]

[Poland's standing outside Mayfield hospital with a cardboard box over his head while clutching to a prescription pad and a pen. He swiped the prescription pad off a counter and found the box in a hospital supply closet. No matter what, he's not taking that box off his head. He doesn't want anyone to see what that terrible doctor did to him, even if it means he has to walk home blind. There wasn't anything he could get his hands on that was sharp enough to cut through the box, so it lacks eye holes for him to see out of.

Hopefully he'll manage to find his way back to his house, stumbling around stubbornly along the sidewalk.]

[b. 1332 Benny Road]

[Only after getting inside his house, closing and locking the door and pulling all the drapes closed on the windows does he hesitantly take the box off.

In place of his head, rests a pony head sewn to his neck with infected sutures.

Poland knows that cleaning the stitches is important, the incision wound is still oozing slightly of blood and yellow pus and it's been causing him a lot of pain and nausea, making him feel disorientated. He digs around the house for something to sanitize them with, pulling apart the cabinet under the kitchen sink for peroxide or betadine... when he feels something brush up against his back, gently.

Poland nickers something softly, to say "not right now," since he can't verbalize the words thanks to his new appendage, but it brushes up against him again. Turning he expects to see his pet pony trying to comfort him.

Instead he turns suddenly realizing where Dr. Johnson had gotten the decapitated equine head now sewn onto his shoulders. He was face to face with his own human head sewn on to Mr. Pony's body.

Even with everything in his house shut, locked, and hidden away; Poland's horrified scream echos through the neighborhood.]

[c. Phone]
...
[Oh, right. Poland can only make pony noises. The phone is utterly useless to him.]

[Click.]

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[Chell's been hanging around the hospital, waiting for someone to come back so that she could see if a portal was being opened up. She is trying to get back to the factory so that she can exchange this robot body for her real, human one.

Once Poland appears, she's going to rush past him. She doesn't go anywhere but a few steps closer to the hospital.

Chell shakes her head and turns back around to get out of here.

She pauses and tilts her head, why was this person wearing a box on their head? What did they do to him?]

[Even if he couldn't see them, Poland could hear someone's footsteps rush past him. Startled, he freezes nervously. He thought he could at least get a few steps towards his house before he'd have to deal with anyone. He reaches up with one hand to hold the box more firmly, incase they get overly curious and hopes they take no interest in him.]

[Chell gives him a closer look and then speaks in the genderless, robotic voice that's been bestowed upon her.]

Did you come from the factory?

[Poland opens his mouth to reply, before quickly shutting it again. This not being able to talk thing was going to be difficult to adjust to. He quickly scribbles, 'Yes' on the prescription pad and holds it up to them, hoping that that was all they wanted to know.]

Edited 2012-02-04 04:02 (UTC)

They turned me into a robot. What did they do to you?

[Sorry, Poland, Chell's not going to let you off that easy. She's determined to figure out this situation and she wants any information you can give her.]

[They turned them into a robot? Poland blows out his nose with his lips sealed, making an equine noise of confusion. How were any of these experiments supposed to help put that stupid machine in the dairy back together? None of these things were the least bit cohesive.

Ripping off a sheet, he scribbles on the pad again. "Nothing."]

[Chell tilts her head, nothing happened to them? Then why had they been taken?]

Are you sure?

[It might be something not very noticeable, but what was with that box?]

[Poland shifts awkwardly at their insistance. He supposed that since they'd experimented on whoever this person was too there was a slight amount of camaraderie between them and the idea of telling them crossed his mind. Still...

He rips off another sheet and hesitantly writes something again. "They... did something to my head."

It was true. Not the whole truth, but still true.]

[With that information, the box and the not-speaking made more sense.]

Do you know how you got to the factory?

[Poland tries to think back, but every time he tries to remember he just feels more sick. The gruesome details of his surgery stand out in his head far too vividly for his liking and it's hard to push past them to remember what he was doing before.]

... [His memory flashes back to Dr. Johnson shaving off a section of his hair after hacking his head off from his frame. She needed to cut out his brain for the transplant and his hair was in the way of where she needed to make her incisions.

Having her shave off part of it without his consent was agonizing. He loved his hair... He had always had beautiful, golden hair just like the rye fields he loved back home in Poland. She didn't have any right to take it from him-- but... it'd been falling out hadn't it?

He'd been sick from radiation poisoning after the machine in the dairy had been destroyed and it'd been falling out for days... and Hungary told him to put on a hat to hide it... and then got mad at something he'd said and she punched him in the face. Everything else after that was black... until he woke up for his surgery.]

... [Poland tries to write it out on the pad, but wobbles slightly on his feet, feeling dizzy.]

[Chell would look concerned if she could. He's obviously not well, whatever they did to him must have been pretty nasty.]

Do you need to go into the hospital?

[He shakes his head, scratching, "NO WAY" into the pad. He lets himself plop to the ground until he can regain his bearings.]

Something's wrong. You need help.

[Why didn't he want to go to the hospital? Was there something bad in there that she didn't know about?]

[Poland breathes in through his nose to help his light headedness, making slight snorting noises as he does. He doesn't trust anything in this town anymore. Especially not the hospital. He'd had worse ailments than infected wounds before-- granted he was a country during those time, here in Mayfield he was just human still. Well. A human-pony hybrid at this point.

He holds up the prescription pad to her again, "I can totally fix it myself, I just have to get home."]

[Chell nods, she can understand that.]

Where is your home?

[She can at least make sure he gets there safely.]

[Poland scrawls down his address feeling slightly better than he did a few moments ago, "1332 Benny Road"]

[Chell had been wandering the town since she had arrived here, so she knew most of it pretty well.]

I know where Benny Road is, do you want me to show you?

[Poland nods. Trying to get there by himself would probably be impossible with this box over his head.]

Are you ready to go? Or do you need to rest?

[She wasn't sure how he was feeling, she just knew that he wasn't doing good a few minutes ago.]

[Poland should probably sit here longer, but he gets the feeling that no matter how long he rests it's never going to make him feel as well as he'd like to be. His legs trembling slightly still, he pulls himself back up.

The sooner he gets to his house, the sooner he can deal with this infection and start to feel more like himself again.]

[Once he stands up, Chell nods and starts walking off in the direction of his house, glancing back to make sure he's following.]

[Miku has been worried sick about Poland, ever since he disappeared. She's been looking around all over the neighborhood when she hears the scream. A very familiar scream.

She rushes back home in an instant, then starts banging on the doors.]

Poland-san?! Are you there?!

[Poland's horrified, not only for himself but for his friend. What'd happened to him was horrible sure, but this wasn't fair. He didn't do anything to deserve something like this to happen to him, he was just an innocent little pony. Worst of it was Poland's fault that he'd ever come to Mayfield, this whole horrific science experiment was possible because of him.

Poland could have sent him back, he'd had his opportunity at Christmas to do it. They'd said their goodbyes and he'd gotten Mr. Pony all ready to go but... he didn't. He didn't send him home and now he'd been subjected to Mayfield's horror.

It was all his fault.

Vaguely he recognizes that someone is shouting and banging on the doors of the house, but he struggles to find the strength to stand.]

Edited 2012-02-04 03:46 (UTC)

[...well, if no one's coming to let her in, she'll just have to let herself in. It's her house, after all.

She backs up, until she's some distance away from the door, then charges. It'll be fine in the morning, anyway, what's more important is who screamed earlier.]

Poland-san? Is that you?

[Poland's large eyes jerk away from staring at sutures securing his human head to Mr. Pony's neck--Mr. Pony's weren't infected at the very least, which was a slight relief-- to the front door suddenly bursting apart. Miku's voice soon follows.

He goes to reach for the cardboard box quickly so he can put it over his head, but he'd taken it off in the other room and there was no time to grab it.]

[She rushes on over, poking her head into whatever room Poland is in.]

Ah, you're here-- [and it cuts off with a gasp.]

[Poland tried to shield his head from Miku's view with his hands, but he knows it's not working. The fact that a pony with his human head was right beside him was horrifying on it's own, and Mayfield hadn't been generous to provide him an extra set of hands so he'd be able to shield him from Miku's view as well.

With his teeth gritted together, a pained squeal escapes his throat-- he has absolutely no idea how she's going to react. There's no way she can really recognize him in this state, he sounds like a horse and he looks like a monster.]

[She's shocked. That's...really all there is to it. She sort of liked the pony, fed it leeks on occasion, but had never really thought about it until now.

Now, though? She's just reeling from the shock. She might not react for the next few minutes, aside from staring at them with wide, horrified eyes.]

[As Miku stares, Poland only grows more anxious. He's not sure if the fact that she's not doing or saying anything is a good thing, or an awful terrible thing.

Suddenly he remembers the prescription pad he's been clutching in his hand. He scrawls out a message, "Relax Miku-- It's just me, Poland-- Mayfield did this--" He's aware it sounds lame, but he needs to get her to stop looking so utterly horrified and calm down somehow.]

[She shakes her head, still reeling from the shock, but breaks into a small smile when she reads what he writes.]

You're here. I thought you were gone!

[Then the smile evaporates, once she realizes it.]

...ah...that's horrible. [She shivers. What kind of monster would do this? Why would they even try something like this? It's not necessary, after all, and it's really disgusting.] Are you going to be okay?

[Honestly, no. Poland doesn't feel like he's going to be okay. He has no idea what to do to fix any of this. That's what he disliked about Mayfield the most, he was a plaything here with no true power or ability to influence anything.

In his experience, things usually went back to normal in a few days, but he'd have to wait.
Mr. Pony would have to wait for his own head. Miku would have to wait for any sense of normalcy in this house. Everyone was at the mercy of time and this horrific town. Living like this would never be okay for him.]

... ["Yes." He scrawls out on a new page.]

[Miku doesn't really mind waiting. Okay, actually, she does. Something like this is wrong and should be fixed right now, but she's had experience in Mayfield. She has to wait for things to go back to normal, and that's the most frustrating part of it all. Poland and the pony didn't do anything to deserve this. No one did anything to deserve being experimented on.]

I've got a few leeks. I'll go get some if you want.

[And this is all she can do for them.]

[Again on his careful treks to the hospital Lithuania finds someone who really looks like they could use a hand. Or maybe an eye or two. He's not exactly sure why they have a box on their head, but he stops nearby.]

Um, are you alright...?

[He's not sure if he should offer to take the box off when, given the what seems to happen to people leaving this place, the box could be attached to their skull.]

[Poland jumps at Lithuania's voice, accidentally letting loose a distinctly equine squeal.

Lithuania was absolutely the last person he wanted to bump into looking like this. He vehemently shakes his head, the cardboard box bobbling back and forth at the movement. Terrified that it's going to pop off his head, he grabs the box with both hands to secure it, accidentally dropping his prescription pad.]

[Lithuania jerks at the sound, and there's a metallic screech as his limbs protest the movement, followed by an electric pop. His left arm isn't working, but he bends carefully down to pick up the pad anyway.]

U-um... Are you sure?

[Poland grits his teeth at the metallic screech, wondering what the hell that noise was. He tips the box up slightly in an attempt to see out of it, only being able to catch a slight glimpse of Lithuania's feet.

Why were they so robotic looking? Just ugly new boots or did Mayfield...?]

...

[Poland lets the box on his head drop back down, and points at Lithuania's feet to try to get him to explain.]

[Lithuania pushes the notepad into Poland's hands, as he doubts he can see through that box. Seeing Poland gesture to Lithuania's legs, it's only a moment before he understands.]

W-well, you don't have to take the box off your head, but isn't it kind of hard to get anywhere that way?

[Something in him wants to see underneath, given that noise he'd made, but something else doesn't want to know at the same time. There's a bit more groaning of metal as Lithuania gets his elbow working again.]

[With it back in his hands Poland scribbles a message on the pad. "Forget about the stupid box, Liet. What the hell happened to your legs?"]

[Lithuania blinks at the message a few times before he realizes that must be some sort of nickname, that this is yet another person who knows him. Frowning at the message and then the box, he works at putting his thoughts together into something coherent.]

T-the factory. Um... They also took--d-did something to my brain, so I can't... Remember...

[Poland feels sick again hearing that they'd taken Lithuania and experimented with him too. This town was unforgivable. He scribbles on the pad again. "You can't remember what? Anything? At all? Not even me?"]

N-nothing at all before they operated on me.

[He sounds incredibly apologetic because he is; it seems like nearly every time Lithuania runs into someone he's apologizing to them.]

A girl told me my name while I was recovering, and t-then a few people told me some things about Mayfield, but...

[Poland feels torn inside. He wants to help Lithuania and it's apparent that he obviously needs help, but Lithuania wouldn't remember anything about him before now. He doesn't want Lithuania's perception of the nation of Poland to be some total monstrous freak of nature.

He was convinced that Lithuania would never believe that he was best friends with something so grotesque as Poland as he was now. They couldn't even communicate, without a piece of paper and a pen. He'd never believe they used to be married, or that they were partners together for centuries.]

... ["Have you met anyone named Estonia? He's like your brother, he'd be able to help fill in all the blanks for you. You and I only know each other because of Mayfield."]

[There's a pause as Lithuania reads. Even if this is just someone he met in Mayfield, Lithuania wants to help if he can.]

He saw me when I first left and told me a little bit about things... It's all really strange, b-but I guess a lot of this is.

[He isn't going to mention the country thing; it still sounds nearly unbelievable to him, and there's no way he would be prepared to have a discussion about it with someone else.]

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