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Post by South Korea on Oct 10, 2010 19:49:59 GMT -5
Ottoman Empire's Rule over Greece
Heracles was hidden in a cupboard - he had been put there and ordered to keep quiet/ and stared at the corpse of his mother; he had watched her fall down, with fresh blood streaming from her body, and hit the ground unmoving. No, no, nononononono... she couldn't be dead, could she?! Not /his/ mother; not the great Byzantine Empire! He let out a small choked sound before covering his mouth with his free hand, his eyes wide, the other was gripping a dagger tightly.
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Post by America on Oct 10, 2010 19:53:30 GMT -5
Turkey wrinkled his nose, though any facial movement was sheilded by a perfectly white mask and a black headress. He looked at his bloodstained clothing and shook his head. He should have been much more clean with the kill, but the woman just wouldn't stop strugling! He examined the wound for a moment before oing off to find the boy he'd come here for, "Come out, come out, whereever you are," he chuckled darkly.
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Post by South Korea on Oct 10, 2010 19:56:03 GMT -5
Greece pushed himself against the side of the cupboard, praying to whatever god was out there that we would not be found. He was shaking and he tried to calm his ragged breathing, gripping the dagger with both hands now.
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Post by America on Oct 10, 2010 19:58:01 GMT -5
The killer could hear the kid breathing and he rolled his eyes slightly, "Oh come now, I'm not that terrible," he opened it and looked inside at the boy. He smiled a sick smile and noticed the dagger, he shook his head, "Little boys shouldn't play with knives," he warned.
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Post by South Korea on Oct 10, 2010 20:01:40 GMT -5
"Stay away!" The child yelled harshly, though it wasn't that terrifying; who /would/ fear a shaking little boy, even if he did hold a dagger?
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Post by America on Oct 10, 2010 20:05:31 GMT -5
Turkey reached his hand in and gently removed the dagger from the boy's hand. He dropped it to the floor, and picked him up, not caring if he thrashed violently.
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Post by South Korea on Oct 10, 2010 20:07:02 GMT -5
Heracles writhed in the older country's grip, "Let go!"
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Post by America on Oct 10, 2010 20:08:09 GMT -5
((Am I doing well?))
Turkey rolled his eyes once more and pressed the boy's face into his chest, in an effort to smuther him and shut him up.
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Post by South Korea on Oct 10, 2010 20:13:05 GMT -5
((Yup )) Greece struggled a bit more before finally giving up; trying not to think of his mother lying there on the floor. It was all a trick; she wasn't dead. It had better be a cruel prank! Gamó̱to.... ((gamó̱to... = Dammit...))
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Post by America on Oct 10, 2010 20:15:29 GMT -5
"You'll be better off living with me anyway," Turkey said. You could hear the smirk in his voice. Some more Turks came in, "Deðerli bir þey al," he commanded before taking his leave.
((deðerli bir þey al - Take anything of value.))
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Post by South Korea on Oct 10, 2010 20:18:45 GMT -5
"Ante gamí̱sou." He hissed; but now that he wasn't struggling, his shaking had come back, and it was worse than before.
((Ante gamí̱sou. - Fuck you.))
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Post by America on Oct 10, 2010 20:21:51 GMT -5
"Aww. I don't think it's wise to talk to me that way, küçük çocuk... You understand what I am capable of, evet?" He carried the shaking boy to a boat, "Calm yourself, I won't do much harm to you."
((küçük çocuk - little boy. evet? - yes?))
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Post by South Korea on Oct 10, 2010 20:26:25 GMT -5
Greece fell silent, but his shaking didn't subside.
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Post by America on Oct 10, 2010 20:30:24 GMT -5
"I kid, I kid! You'll only get hurt if you fuck with me," he flicked Greece's curl, chuckling, "You know, try stupid things like running away, or talking back," he smiled wickedly, though it was all hidden, which he knew was much more intimidating than when you could read his expression, "You are my underling now."
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Post by South Korea on Oct 10, 2010 20:36:12 GMT -5
Greece winced a bit when his curl was flicked, but other than that he didn't really do anything, even though we was scared, so very, very scared; until his heard the last statement. Thne everything his him like a ton of bricks, leaving him with no breath; his mother was dead and he was going to be taken who knows where... his face paled. No...
Shit, he was going to throw up, wasn't he?
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