[Generally, Arthur Kirkland is not in the business of making friends. Not always for lack of trying, but he has the sort of personality that most people are not eager to deal with. He's been through a few different phases of expression, but they've all been insufferable one way or another.
So he doesn't really bother with reaching out to people often any more. He's fine on his own! Even in a new country where the only people he really knows are his family. He doesn't need anyone to coddle him.
That being the case, he sits confidently on his own during lunch, dividing his attention between his food and a book. He hears someone nearby, but he doesn't give them his attention until he realises that they aren't moving on from his seat. Suspicious, Arthur gives them a sidelong glance, but he doesn't lift his head to properly look at them. His British Isles accent is sharp in his words.] Did you need something?
three ❧
[If there's one thing Arthur has, it's that he's clever. This has its pros and cons. He has a good strategic advantage over some of his simpler classmates, that's for certain. He knows how to plan and how to strategise, and he's tricky. He won't be caught easily. Unfortunately, cleverness also means he knows his own limitations, and so he realises how screwed he might be if he gets into an altercation. Not that he's never been in a fight! He grew up with five siblings, for heaven's sake.
But he's not the most physically imposing. Most of his muscle is in his legs, but on the whole he really rather fits the profile of someone who spends more time in libraries than in the gym. He's more suited to running than to fighting — or, god forbid, killing someone with his bare hands.
And he didn't even get a good weapon to compensate for his stature. He opened his duffel bag immediately to discover a megaphone. A megaphone! Useful only for clubbing someone in the head, at this rate, and even then it's rather unwieldy to consider using it for that purpose. Still, he holds it at the ready, hoping to adjust to its weight better so he can properly swing it if necessary...
And it's looking like he might have to. He was just running, trying to give himself as much distance to work with as possible, but there, he spots them, clearly between the sparse trees of the forest. It's one of his classmates.
He freezes, at first, his survival instincts unused to being put to such a test. Eventually he darts behind a nearby tree, but not quickly enough to ensure that he wasn't spotted in turn. In the meantime, he just tries not to make too much noise while he breathes.]
four ❧
[So he's adjusted to this whole horrible situation. Mostly. He can barely sleep a wink, and he's plagued with nightmares, and he still feels sick when he thinks of what he's done to his fellow students, but...he's surviving. And that's the goal.
He's found a cave close to the jungle, and though he doesn't like to spend too much time in it for fear of being cornered, it's a nice hiding spot for his stockpile. He keeps his weapons on his person, but carrying too much canned food makes it very difficult to run, so he keeps it in the cave. And he's starting to feel the pain of hunger gnawing at his stomach, so he ventures down into the cave system to replenish his energy.
He follows the path that he knows to lead to his hiding spot, and everything is the same until he finally reaches it and discovers that there are fewer cans here than when he left them. Considerably fewer. Someone has been here.
He brandishes his knife, examining the surrounding area with alarm. Arthur can't know when they found his food; they might still be here. And if that's the case, he's blocked in. Just as he feared! Imagine that.]
England | Axis Powers: Hetalia
[Generally, Arthur Kirkland is not in the business of making friends. Not always for lack of trying, but he has the sort of personality that most people are not eager to deal with. He's been through a few different phases of expression, but they've all been insufferable one way or another.
So he doesn't really bother with reaching out to people often any more. He's fine on his own! Even in a new country where the only people he really knows are his family. He doesn't need anyone to coddle him.
That being the case, he sits confidently on his own during lunch, dividing his attention between his food and a book. He hears someone nearby, but he doesn't give them his attention until he realises that they aren't moving on from his seat. Suspicious, Arthur gives them a sidelong glance, but he doesn't lift his head to properly look at them. His British Isles accent is sharp in his words.] Did you need something?
three ❧
[If there's one thing Arthur has, it's that he's clever. This has its pros and cons. He has a good strategic advantage over some of his simpler classmates, that's for certain. He knows how to plan and how to strategise, and he's tricky. He won't be caught easily. Unfortunately, cleverness also means he knows his own limitations, and so he realises how screwed he might be if he gets into an altercation. Not that he's never been in a fight! He grew up with five siblings, for heaven's sake.
But he's not the most physically imposing. Most of his muscle is in his legs, but on the whole he really rather fits the profile of someone who spends more time in libraries than in the gym. He's more suited to running than to fighting — or, god forbid, killing someone with his bare hands.
And he didn't even get a good weapon to compensate for his stature. He opened his duffel bag immediately to discover a megaphone. A megaphone! Useful only for clubbing someone in the head, at this rate, and even then it's rather unwieldy to consider using it for that purpose. Still, he holds it at the ready, hoping to adjust to its weight better so he can properly swing it if necessary...
And it's looking like he might have to. He was just running, trying to give himself as much distance to work with as possible, but there, he spots them, clearly between the sparse trees of the forest. It's one of his classmates.
He freezes, at first, his survival instincts unused to being put to such a test. Eventually he darts behind a nearby tree, but not quickly enough to ensure that he wasn't spotted in turn. In the meantime, he just tries not to make too much noise while he breathes.]
four ❧
[So he's adjusted to this whole horrible situation. Mostly. He can barely sleep a wink, and he's plagued with nightmares, and he still feels sick when he thinks of what he's done to his fellow students, but...he's surviving. And that's the goal.
He's found a cave close to the jungle, and though he doesn't like to spend too much time in it for fear of being cornered, it's a nice hiding spot for his stockpile. He keeps his weapons on his person, but carrying too much canned food makes it very difficult to run, so he keeps it in the cave. And he's starting to feel the pain of hunger gnawing at his stomach, so he ventures down into the cave system to replenish his energy.
He follows the path that he knows to lead to his hiding spot, and everything is the same until he finally reaches it and discovers that there are fewer cans here than when he left them. Considerably fewer. Someone has been here.
He brandishes his knife, examining the surrounding area with alarm. Arthur can't know when they found his food; they might still be here. And if that's the case, he's blocked in. Just as he feared! Imagine that.]