My Ollie Stuff

under the scarf

Okay so I had an idea and made another Russia starter, this has to be the longest and best role play I've had with it so far.

This is a conversation between Feliks Łukasiewicz (I guess I have a starter if you want it) and Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter).

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): Hello

Feliks Łukasiewicz (I guess I have a starter if you want it): Oh, hello~

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): Would you like to role play?

Feliks Łukasiewicz (I guess I have a starter if you want it): Sure, I don't see why not.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): Would you like to see my starter?

Feliks Łukasiewicz (I guess I have a starter if you want it): Mhm, go ahead.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): The meeting was going along as usual, France and Britain were arguing, America was talking about another crazy plan, and everyone one else was doing their usual thing. Ivan sat in his seat, looking around as the usual chaos ensued, with a small smile. He had on a nice suit, and per usual, his scarf. Why did he wear that all the time, you wondered, curiosity peaked you snuck over to him and grabbed ahold of one of the ends. The scarf had started to loosen, and Ivan blinked, looking over as he wondered what happened. He saw you holding onto the Scarf and got up, hoping you would let go in suprise, to his dismay you did not and it loosened the scarf more. " Could you please let go of my scarf? ' he said, you denied, Ivan tried to grab on before it was off completely. With one pull the scarf came off, he froze as everyone looked over, a few gasps were heard. His neck was covered in scars and burn marks, it was clear why he had his scarf on all the time, you looked up too say something and stopped. Ivan was, crying? Hard, before you could say anything he ran out of the meeting room.

Feliks Łukasiewicz (I guess I have a starter if you want it): Despite having unwanted relations with Russia before, Feliks had realized on the moment that he never understood why this tree of a man wore that scarf everywhere he went. Was it some sort of gift? Was he hiding something? All during the meeting, Feliks had his eyes fixed on that distracting piece of cloth. He tried his best to pay attention to the meeting, but as always his attention span proved to be the best of him. It's not like they ever accomplished anything during these meetings anyway. Seeing the room turn into the normal chaos when a meeting ended meant that no one would be watching him. He wanted to know, and now. Making his way over to Ivan, he grabbed hold of the scarf trying to douse himself in fake confidence. Honestly, he was scared out of his mind but as long as he looked brave then Ivan would not tease him on his fear. With a surprisingly light tug, the scarf fell and with that came everyone's attention. That's the last thing Feliks wanted. He stood there, wide eyed and silent as he scanned over scars and other marks of abuse. "Ivan...?" he whispered. Oh, he hadn't meant for this to happen. He didn't think this would be so deep. Feliks didn't hesitate to chase after him. He wasn't good at planning ahead, but rather acting on gut feeling. And right now, he felt horribly guilty. He called out desperately for Ivan to come back to him, making sure he held on tight to the scarf. "Ivan!" Never before had he seen this man so weak and vulnerable.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): He ran and ran until he couldn't run anymore, and slipped into a dark room, crying all the while.

Feliks Łukasiewicz (I guess I have a starter if you want it): Why can such a large man move so fast? Feliks was nearly out of breath trying to keep up with him. Even so, his stubborn heart wouldn't let him give in at all. "Ivan!" He kept calling out for him. Did he not hear Feliks over his sobs? The chase finally came to an end when he saw Ivan dart into a room. Finally, a room without an escape. He stood cautiously in the doorway, unable to see very well inside the room. "Ivan? I'm..." He gulped. "I'm sorry, okay? Just, like, please come out!" Though he asked for the other to come to him, Feliks decided to step inside anyway. He walked with careful and small strides, his hands out to prevent himself from running into any object or well. "Where are you?"