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graveyard part 4
 You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead. |
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His grip around Holden's neck stays strong and he shoots Prussia an annoyed glare. He isn't quite finished with Holden yet and he'll try to do as much as he can before ultimately letting go.
Once up, he dusts himself off and smiles at Prussia. For the most part, it appears normal-- casual, light, friendly, but cold. It'll take him a moment to go back to normal. )
That devil doesn't need a reason to do anything.
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[Spain was never reassuring like that, at least not her Spain back home, and she feels the chill anyway.]
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( Hissing.
En la mañana, en la mañana. Everything can always be done tomorrow. Except for the things Spain wanted to do tonight. )
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And don't you hiss at me, Antonio.
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This isn't about Poland.
( Slightly gentler but no warmer. )
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He knew it was cheating and he knew there were going to be consequences for it. ( And Spain's voice begins to crack just slightly. ) I'm sorry Poland misses his friend but at least Lithuania accomplished what he wanted to do.
( Confession: Spain's more upset over unfinished business than dying. )
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Forget it.
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( Is this their first couple fight. )
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I need a drink. Talk to me when you stop acting like a two hundred year old.
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... Fine.
( Spain won't say anything but he'll continue to fume by himself for a while longer, ultimately watching the screen to see how everyone on the other side is doing. He'll calm down. Eventually. )