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 swear on the life of my pink shirt)
Ugh, you have got to be kidding me. On Easter? Really, Wonderland? Totally low. It's like, supposed to be a feast day, not a get feasted on day!

[Catholic trap is so displeased with the theological implications of these shenanigans.]
reckless_eagle: (Beaten)
So I'm like, super not in the mood for a party right now. I totally think I'm gonna sit this one out, 'kays?

[He's just going to stay home, take care of his husband, and guard him with his life.]

[And try not to die again. God.]

[OOC: Yeaaaah, I know we're still backdating the mirror shenanigans, but those are all supposed to happen in the first day or two that the mirrors were around, so. He's back to life, not that he's let anybody know about the dying in the first place, besides Liet.]
reckless_eagle: (Ohgawdohgawdohgawd!)
[When the curse hits, Poland is in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of milk and a thick slice of good bread to cure his midnight munchies. He's making his way back home, snack in hand, still unarmed and barefooted and in his pajamas, when he hears the sound of men marching in too-precise unison.]

[Around the corner, about half a dozen soldiers appear, in uniform. Wearing the insignia the Major wore, the one Poland saw all over those history books from the future before he decided to put them away and think on them as little as possible.]

[He's wide-eyed in panic for a moment, then darts into the nearest room to hide. And get a weapon. Not necessarily in that order.]

[Outside, the soldiers begin knocking on doors, searching for him.]

[OOC: Anyone who interacts with Poland WILL NOT RECOGNIZE HIM, and he gives off a sort of aura that make them all instinctively view helping him as far more trouble than it's worth, which is what he's really afraid of. Also, if you live on the first or fifth floor and want to say the room he picked at random to flee into was yours, please do!]
reckless_eagle: (Too pretty for God to let us die)
[So it turns out that knowing when you grow up everything you love is going to be repeatedly torn away from you can sort of be a big deal. And knowing Poland, he's managed to run into trouble by now.]

[The communicator turns itself on to show him by the stables, fists clenched tightly as he tries to calm himself, head hung low enough that his hair hides his expression entirely.]


He's gone. They're gone. They--The Major, and Prussia, and Russia, even Germany they're--they aren't here, so they like, can't hurt us here anymore, so there's totally no reason to...

Everything. They're going to take everything from me...!

[He shivers violently, and the spots show themselves in the air around him.]

I won't let them. I WON'T LET THEM! They can't treat my people that way--they can't take Liet away--I won't let it happen!
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: (Stand your ground and never walk away)
[If America has ever seen Poland this serious... it was about seventy years ago, and that's enough said. His eyes are cold, his fist clenched at his side as he looks into the camera, which doesn't completely stop him from looking like a temperamental child. Stupid early-teens body, making it hard to be taken seriously.]

America. Liet and I need your help.

We like, want to learn to fight with guns.
reckless_eagle: (Don't make me have to smack a ho)
Liet. We totes need to talk about something, as soon as you get the chance.

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