First Person: [ It takes once or twice for the text function to turn on for him. He's still not used to it yet and the buttons are still kind of foreign. Even on his cell phones, it took him a while to get antiquated with new models. A few faint flickers of his frustrated face appear before the text finally posts. ]
Good afternoon, everyone. I have a question for everyone since I still don't completely know all the ropes, sorry.
I think I've gotten quite a few things done, like getting a place to live and stocking up on necessities. Clothes will come later, I guess.
I'm actually wondering if this town has a newspaper? I haven't heard about one so far, but I need to look at its classifieds. I know money isn't an object here, which is confusing enough, but not having a job just seems strange. Anyone who has any positions open or a listing, please contact me? I'll be extremely grateful, thank you.
Third Person: Something was simmering on the stove. His newly acquired house was quiet, but the dullness brought to it its own sense of life, he thought. As the Lithuanian sat at his new dining room table, however modest and rustic it was, and sighed contentedly. It wasn't home; it was nowhere near it.
He mused over a cup of tea, staring into its contents. He felt a little lonely; who wouldn't after spending so many years bouncing from person to person just to live, just to attempt to thrive? Well, if one could call all that thriving. There were so many bright sides to being alone and not bothered, but it was strange to Lithuania to not have to worry about taking care of someone. He didn't have to call anyone, he couldn't if he tried. He was worried, of course. No amount of reassurance would fully calm him. What was going to happen with him gone? He didn't want to think about it, but it couldn't be helped.
Lithuania pushed his chair out, stood to move to the stove to stir the pan on it. It bubbled and hissed as he stirred the saucy mixture inside; the side to the night’s meager dinner of a small ham he had found by chance at the supply store. As he stirred it, he fell into a trance, remembering so much of his life. The commonwealth, the occupations, the soviet. A frown came to his face as he recalled the countless chores and favours he had to perform for masters and partners and bosses. Did he prefer this to that?
He didn't. Lithuania had loved his past in places. Some of it was awful, he would admit. He wouldn't be the same person without it all though. He wouldn't have met his best friends, his worst enemies, his everyday annoyances. A thick smell woke him from his haze; the gravy becoming slightly charred on its bottom layer. He'd forgotten to stir about half way into his reveries of snow covered houses and golden fields, almost nodding off at the stove. That would have been a disaster. He sighed and turned the burner off. Figures that luck wouldn't serve him well.
But at this point, after the train and the new city, there wasn't much he could do about any of it.
( CANON ) Lithuania | Axis Powers Hetalia | Reserved 4/4
Good afternoon, everyone. I have a question for everyone since I still don't completely know all the ropes, sorry.
I think I've gotten quite a few things done, like getting a place to live and stocking up on necessities. Clothes will come later, I guess.
I'm actually wondering if this town has a newspaper? I haven't heard about one so far, but I need to look at its classifieds. I know money isn't an object here, which is confusing enough, but not having a job just seems strange. Anyone who has any positions open or a listing, please contact me? I'll be extremely grateful, thank you.
Third Person: Something was simmering on the stove. His newly acquired house was quiet, but the dullness brought to it its own sense of life, he thought. As the Lithuanian sat at his new dining room table, however modest and rustic it was, and sighed contentedly. It wasn't home; it was nowhere near it.
He mused over a cup of tea, staring into its contents. He felt a little lonely; who wouldn't after spending so many years bouncing from person to person just to live, just to attempt to thrive? Well, if one could call all that thriving. There were so many bright sides to being alone and not bothered, but it was strange to Lithuania to not have to worry about taking care of someone. He didn't have to call anyone, he couldn't if he tried. He was worried, of course. No amount of reassurance would fully calm him. What was going to happen with him gone? He didn't want to think about it, but it couldn't be helped.
Lithuania pushed his chair out, stood to move to the stove to stir the pan on it. It bubbled and hissed as he stirred the saucy mixture inside; the side to the night’s meager dinner of a small ham he had found by chance at the supply store. As he stirred it, he fell into a trance, remembering so much of his life. The commonwealth, the occupations, the soviet. A frown came to his face as he recalled the countless chores and favours he had to perform for masters and partners and bosses. Did he prefer this to that?
He didn't. Lithuania had loved his past in places. Some of it was awful, he would admit. He wouldn't be the same person without it all though. He wouldn't have met his best friends, his worst enemies, his everyday annoyances. A thick smell woke him from his haze; the gravy becoming slightly charred on its bottom layer. He'd forgotten to stir about half way into his reveries of snow covered houses and golden fields, almost nodding off at the stove. That would have been a disaster. He sighed and turned the burner off. Figures that luck wouldn't serve him well.
But at this point, after the train and the new city, there wasn't much he could do about any of it.