reckless_eagle: (I have so had it up to here!)
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Okay, like, you know what? Screw all this stuff about being losers or jocks or whatever! It's like, the people running around like they own the place, getting off on putting people down or whatever? They're the real losers, and if they think I'm gonna pretend they're half the hot shit they think they are, they've so got another thing coming!

[This, I believe, would be the other losers' cue to try and save him from his own big mouth, or the jocks' cue to visit on him the violence (apparently) due to a scrawny, mouthy little thing who doesn't always speak English or dress according to gender norms. Poland might be a loser, for this event, but he's never a quitter.]
reckless_eagle: (It got worse)
[Guess who was in the kitchen.]

[There are a few smears of blood on the screen from Poland fumbling to turn the communicator on. He leans against the kitchen's doorframe, breath a little heavy, clutching at a point in his side that's leaking red at an alarming pace. Anybody who remembers the time Masky stabbed him in the throat probably isn't too worried for his life, but nonetheless, even he looks pretty upset. This has long since turned personal. Nai...]


Kurwa. Okay, you know what? Like, screw this waiting game! We've got to know who they are by now, right?! I know I know a couple... Let's just, like, go, for the love of Mary!

[He winces a little, glancing at the blood on his hand.]

...Elaine, babe, now would be a bitchin' time for all that backup we talked about.

[If anything's happened to her, Poland doesn't know what he'll do.]
reckless_eagle: (Bitch no you di'n't...)
Okay, so like, it's totally not like we haven't had creepy-ass events before, right? Like, with the vampires, and everybody's worst fears, and junk. We dealt then, and we can deal, right? Right!

So I've totally been thinking, we should stick together in small groups. More than two, but like, not so many you can lose track of each other, right?

[He's not following his own advice, but he totally intends to... at some point?]

Also, I'm gonna go ahead and claim the kitchen as a safe zone. Anybody wanna help me defend it?
reckless_eagle: (I'm not a part of your system)
[Coming out into the hallway, Poland catches sight of the messages his mirror has been leaving him. His eyes scan over them briefly, and then he calmly goes into his room again. A few moments later, he's back, with a quill and inkwell in hand. He goes to the mirror that's being written on at that moment, sets the ink and quill down next to it, straightens up...]

[And puts his fist into the mirror. He's a nation, it's not like his hand won't heal.]

[Leaning down, he picks up his writing supplies, and scrawls on one of the larger fragments of the mirror:

[Just because you're broken doesn't mean I ever will be. Get lost.]

[Point delivered. That said... Man, his hand is going to be regretting that.]
reckless_eagle: (Made to kneel before the alter)
[Poland doesn't look pleased. He's pacing the stone floor of his room, tugging at his collar the way a fussy cat would.]

I am so, so, so not down with this! If they wanna see us fight, they can come over here and see it up close and personal!

[He turns to his mirror, and makes a very rude gesture that he learned from observation of his future buddies, switching briefly into Polish: You hear that, creeps? You can totally tell your bitch of a queen, too!]

[Aaaand back to common:]
Screw this! I'm totally not going along with it! Who's with me?
reckless_eagle: (You wanna fight? Let's go.)
Cut for length! )
[Poland stares, his mouth opening soundlessly a few times before he manages to say anything.] God. Like... who would even do this? It's seriously uncool!


["Someone who really hates you" is the feeling that is slowly starting to form inside Lithuania's chest, but he won't say that and just shake his head, setting the armor down and trying to save what of the clothes there is to save]


[The room feels bigger, colder, emptier than usual, and Poland seems almost to shrink for a moment. Then he notices the camera light blinking and marches over to the camera, putting his hands on his hips.] Okay, this? Is like, majorly not okay! Seriously, did one of you guys do it or something?
reckless_eagle: (I'm not a part of your system)
[Poland has been a busy little trap this event, running around fighting ghouls and helping get everyone in one place to protect them.]

[But what he just learned from Angel's accidentally contacting everyone has set him on a new track. He knows where the Major is. He's a man on a goddamned mission. He needs to get up to that zeppelin. And since he can't ask Elaine anymore...]


Aang, I need your help!
reckless_eagle: (Worn out)
[Poland stumbles as he makes his way through the fifth floor corridor. He looks utterly drained and exhausted.]

Gawd, that was like, a total suckfest... [Sigh] Oh, well, whatevs.

[He opens the door to his room, damned near falling in as he calls out to Liet.]

I'm like, hoooooome...
reckless_eagle: (Being flippant!)
Okay, so that was like, mega-lame! God, I'm glad I'm over that whole civil wars phase, it was so not cute on me... It was defs pretty hilarious how weird everyone was acting, though~

Anyway, I'm bored again! So like, I know back when we were all girls, I was like, talking with a bunch of people about comparing fashions from our homes and times by dressing each other in clothes from where we're from... How about it? Who wants in? It'll be way fun!

Before that, though, I'm totally going for a ride. Wolfram, wanna come with? It's been forever, ohmigod!

[Locked to the Major, difficult to hack]

You suck.
reckless_eagle: (You can shove your "fanservice" up your-)
[The camera turns on just in time to catch Poland just about to launch into a hissyfit. Unfortunately for him, unless he's actually, literally about to go grab his sword and stab a bitch, his anger tends to be fairly... flaily and adorable and hard to take seriously. This post contains a gratuitous amount of pouting and foot-stamping.]

Okay, like, you know what? No. Totally uncool! Ohmigod, you like, show up out of nowhere, hide in our room making creepy noises half the night, freaking jump into our bed like you didn't do anything wrong--okay, no, whatever, I'm cool with that, it's cold, I get that, but you seriously could have asked, or like, not gotten all up in between us and taken all the blankets--and now this?

Not okay!

Seriously, what did the horses do to you?! [The two small gray aliens in front of him mutter something incomprehensible, in obviously feigned shame.] Like, how would you feel if someone braided your manes and tails together? If you weren't all weird and bald, I mean. Yeah, I totally thought so! Gawd, this is totally gonna take me all morning to fix!

[The aliens look up at him with their enormous eyes, and he pouts right back down at them, fuming.] Oh, don't even. Don't even, honey. Look, just... go bug someone else, before I for real try kicking you out the window!

[They skitter off, doubtless to go bother poor Liet instead.]
reckless_eagle: (Bitch no you di'n't...)
[Poland is displeased. He woke up from a perfectly good sleep half-buried in letters, and when he read them...]

Okay, like, look. Whoever's writing these? We totes need to talk.

Just 'cause a man likes to look his best totally doesn't mean he's a pansy! And I'll so take you down if you need proof. And Liet and I don't--

[An arrow comes in through the window and lands at his feet, with (surprise!) a letter attached. He takes it and scans over it.]

Blah blah blah, calling me a sodomite, nothing new th--

...W-With a HORSE?! [Oh god what D=] Who would even--Oh my GOD, this is so unfunny!

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