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[ Thursday. At the outskirts of Discedo. ]

[ The communicator isn't supposed to be on. At least not at first. There's breathy sigh and the viewscreen flicks on to show Arthur looking vaguely like a mummy, face bandaged, one eye swollen shut, the middle of his face wrapped with splints in place, limping through the forest and leaning against a stick while glancing down at his communicator. ]

[ Although he'd been told to sit tight by Rosemary, the second the woman decided to take a little excursion while Arthur was 'resting', he was out of the house and on the run. And by run, of course, it's implied he's limping along. He found a strong stick to lean against while exploring the forest, clumsily trying to utilise his communicator to follow the map programme. ]

[ It's only after fumbling with the device for about fifteen minutes does he notice the little thing is in fact recording, and he considers shutting it off, but some vindictive streak within him flares up and prevents him from terminating communications. ]

So you want a show? Fair enough. You'll have your bloody show.

[ Some more snuffling along. He's quiet for the next ten minutes, and by the sounds he's making, it seems like he's either making real progress in his great escape or the entire fiasco is so taxing on him he may collapse at any moment. ]

Monsters. Tch. Monsters! I told them they had nothing to worry about. America's clearly gone mad, France is a bastard, and the rest of you lot are a bunch of cowards. There's no monsters in this forest. Someone probably went out and found themselves startled by a sodding deer. Honestly, other planets, two moons, monsters, I'm tired of all this bollo-- [ And before he can finish, a ground-shaking roar rips from the throat of some gigantic thing, out of the communicator's line of sight, and though Arthur offers up no frightened glance, he does appear to be quite confused for a moment.Before that thought is completed, England is seen being lifted into the air by some giant, white furry thing, and the communicator drops to the ground with the sound of his screams echoing in the background, a healthy dose of red bathing the video feed before the communication cuts out. ]


[ Friday. At the Discedo hospital. ]

[ When he wakes, it feels vaguely like his head has been sucked through a black hole, made into a singularity and then exploded again in a big bang only to vaguely resemble the shape his head was in before. Sitting up feels somewhat akin to giving birth, and when he does manage to finally sit up, he finds his communicator is on on the beside table, (clean of blood too!), and a little figurine sitting next to it. ]

Nggg, fuckin' Hell... [ A hand to his head, and he reaches over for the communicator, but pauses, and picks up the doll, bringing it closer to him. When he speaks, it's almost as if he's speaking to the figurine. ] That wasn't my brightest idea. [ He tilts his head to the side. ] And just who put you here...

[ A full minute passes before he reaches over, blindly, and manages to shut off the communicator. ]

[ooc note: so this post is open to both video communicator and action on the 28th, though feel free to post reactions to Arthur's extremely climactic adventure on the 27th, he just won't respond to them seeing as he's being digested that day, and otherwise occupied. ]


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Arthur Kirkland

January 2012

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