Post by Vash Alois Zwingli on Jan 24, 2013 6:41:42 GMT -8
My sample that I used on MoF, I think I like it?
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In through the nose, out through the mouth. Slowly... but keep breathing. Keep breathing. That's all you need to do. All you need to do to get out of this... That's all you want to do. To get out of this... You tell yourself that and all you hope to do is get out of this. It was stupid, but he finally felt some sort of fear. He had to. It was a fear he never had to feel before. After feeling safe for so long and relying on yourself for so long, they bring out the damn airplanes. Airplanes. Unfortunately, when they're aiming for his neighbors, they'll strike his own cities as well. He had to deal with it. It was a scary thought... everything being erased by fire. They say that the world was forged in a flame, but it can be wiped out by a flame as well.
A symphony of sirens had went off, screams following with a mixture of panic and desperation. The tears were like rain and the clouds shrouded over the distance like a curtain, ready to reveal the horrendous performance. They were an audience and they were part of the show. And the show must go on.
Crouched into the shallow basement of his home, he cursed at himself for not building the basement a bit deeper. It was lucky that the Americans didn't truly mean to bomb the cities (the cities were easy to mistake for German cities, though the coordinates for the destinations obviously were much more north), as feeling the full force of the bombs would just... devastating. The damage done accidentally on those border towns and cities was already bad enough. It was lucky that he wasn't the enemy. But he did feel concern for his northern neighbor but it was something somewhat merited... After all, a threat to peace had to be exterminated, correct? Exterminated... exterminated... that wasn't the best word ever. To exterminate someone that was almost a brother to him. Wait, does he consider Ludwig a brother? A brother? Ludwig was one of the close camaraderie that Vash had. Vash had Roderich before but... well, it was painful seeing both of them having to go through that, but Vash had to keep to himself. from feeling too badly. He had to. Neutrality had to be top priority... Neutrality...
What was neutrality? To stay firmly disconnected from the world? To stay away from everything? What did he want? To keep the peace, correct? Even Belgium had tried to stay neutral, but now she's pretty much devestated... Was it worth it? Why not fight back with full force and be a turning point and help Ludwig and Roderich? What is keeping the peace now that you were being attacked accidentally and when you are not attacked, you have to watch your neighbors burning to the ground? Roderich wasn't going to be the same after this, that was for sure. At best, he'd probably end up in a wheelchair or a coma.
Stop this Vash, you've been through this for so long. How is this any different? You've watched your neighbors bicker and hurt each other and you stayed put. You survived, you prospered, and your neighbors would just pick themselves back up again. You've even been invaded upon occassion by accident, this shouldn't be any different... Ah, but this was inhumane. The fires... they consumed and consumed like the greed of those who set them. It was frightening what they had become capable of. Dresden had been burned to the ground by a storm of fire. Everything was consumed, all the history, all the landmarks, all the people... Was that all everyone did? Consume consume consume?
He opened his eyes after having shut them for so long. He could hear the downpour of rain, a soothing sound that would quell the fires. He opened the door and slowly climbed out of the basement, his peace of mind settling in. Everything was still there. Everything was still there... He heard the dropping of bombs, but maybe they hit the countryside... Putting on his newspaper boy cap, he walked outside without an umbrella, feeling good for the rain. Life-giving rain... life-saving rain, even.
It appeared that everything seemed intact. Everything was intact. It was lucky. We need more than luck, though... He walked on until... he saw a blonde-haired girl slumped against the wall, dirtied and tired. Her eyes were closed and... she was slowly breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Slowly... but keep breathing. Keep breathing...
He held out his hand.
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In through the nose, out through the mouth. Slowly... but keep breathing. Keep breathing. That's all you need to do. All you need to do to get out of this... That's all you want to do. To get out of this... You tell yourself that and all you hope to do is get out of this. It was stupid, but he finally felt some sort of fear. He had to. It was a fear he never had to feel before. After feeling safe for so long and relying on yourself for so long, they bring out the damn airplanes. Airplanes. Unfortunately, when they're aiming for his neighbors, they'll strike his own cities as well. He had to deal with it. It was a scary thought... everything being erased by fire. They say that the world was forged in a flame, but it can be wiped out by a flame as well.
A symphony of sirens had went off, screams following with a mixture of panic and desperation. The tears were like rain and the clouds shrouded over the distance like a curtain, ready to reveal the horrendous performance. They were an audience and they were part of the show. And the show must go on.
Crouched into the shallow basement of his home, he cursed at himself for not building the basement a bit deeper. It was lucky that the Americans didn't truly mean to bomb the cities (the cities were easy to mistake for German cities, though the coordinates for the destinations obviously were much more north), as feeling the full force of the bombs would just... devastating. The damage done accidentally on those border towns and cities was already bad enough. It was lucky that he wasn't the enemy. But he did feel concern for his northern neighbor but it was something somewhat merited... After all, a threat to peace had to be exterminated, correct? Exterminated... exterminated... that wasn't the best word ever. To exterminate someone that was almost a brother to him. Wait, does he consider Ludwig a brother? A brother? Ludwig was one of the close camaraderie that Vash had. Vash had Roderich before but... well, it was painful seeing both of them having to go through that, but Vash had to keep to himself. from feeling too badly. He had to. Neutrality had to be top priority... Neutrality...
What was neutrality? To stay firmly disconnected from the world? To stay away from everything? What did he want? To keep the peace, correct? Even Belgium had tried to stay neutral, but now she's pretty much devestated... Was it worth it? Why not fight back with full force and be a turning point and help Ludwig and Roderich? What is keeping the peace now that you were being attacked accidentally and when you are not attacked, you have to watch your neighbors burning to the ground? Roderich wasn't going to be the same after this, that was for sure. At best, he'd probably end up in a wheelchair or a coma.
Stop this Vash, you've been through this for so long. How is this any different? You've watched your neighbors bicker and hurt each other and you stayed put. You survived, you prospered, and your neighbors would just pick themselves back up again. You've even been invaded upon occassion by accident, this shouldn't be any different... Ah, but this was inhumane. The fires... they consumed and consumed like the greed of those who set them. It was frightening what they had become capable of. Dresden had been burned to the ground by a storm of fire. Everything was consumed, all the history, all the landmarks, all the people... Was that all everyone did? Consume consume consume?
He opened his eyes after having shut them for so long. He could hear the downpour of rain, a soothing sound that would quell the fires. He opened the door and slowly climbed out of the basement, his peace of mind settling in. Everything was still there. Everything was still there... He heard the dropping of bombs, but maybe they hit the countryside... Putting on his newspaper boy cap, he walked outside without an umbrella, feeling good for the rain. Life-giving rain... life-saving rain, even.
It appeared that everything seemed intact. Everything was intact. It was lucky. We need more than luck, though... He walked on until... he saw a blonde-haired girl slumped against the wall, dirtied and tired. Her eyes were closed and... she was slowly breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Slowly... but keep breathing. Keep breathing...
He held out his hand.
Every breath is precious, slowly but surely, a breath of life will calm the fire.
