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Oh did I mention Sameer's fear? well he doesn't like to admit it but he is afraid of lizards XD Man, I honestly had no idea that Pakistan and Philippines had a rough history O_O Plus I have a matter to discuss, we can't really make progress on this RP unless we add some NPC'S, the thread will temporarily die-out otherwise.

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I walked aimlessly in the corridors, either hitting and pushing away the representatives and crew members towering over me or dodging the wave of attacks these half minded people had to deliver. A few of these very lucky attacks managed to make contact with me, causing me to flinch a little. I was at a very messed up situation, I had no idea on where to start looking for help and on top of that more and more people were going over-board. What the hell?! My instincts were somehow telling me to stay away from some specific people, the glares I was getting were intense, hell I was slapped by a person who was yelling about his tragic life for nothing.

There was a queer feeling inside my gut, I felt as if there was somebody following me, somebody who had the nerve to sneak up on me. I looked back and saw nothing but people shouting and cursing as they made their way through this dense crowd, Maybe I should fire some bullets to get their attention?...yeah that will work.. I pulled out my Jericho from the back pocket of my pant and aimed it at the sky. Here goes nothing... then fired a rapid round of six bullets. Most of the people had noticed me and stopped running here and there, the other's paused their actions to see what was up. I smirked and stood on a platform raised a little high on the floor, "Now that's more like it...EVERYBODY PAY ATTENTION AND LISTEN WELL!" If memory serves me right, I think I saw a group of strong men and other supportive representatives on my way into the ship at first, maybe they could assist me.

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((Yeah, I guess you're right. I doubt anyone's gonna join anymore so you're free to make some NPCs if you wish to.
@Sadimastika: Yep, we shall assume that. :p And don't worry about the lenght, that was long enough in my books.))

Once he had calmed his nerves, Sampsa assumed he wasn't needed at the captain's quarters and took his leave without a word. Since the boat was now in somewhat capable hands he could focus on something else. As he was walking through the corridor he could hear people panicking and yelling. The chaos was however soon interrupted by gunshots as he drew closer to the sounds. After the shots ceased, the silence was deafening until he heard someone shouting, it sounded familiar. After a couple of more steps it dawned on him, it was the Pakistani. Just as he had thought, Sampsa saw the guy standing above everyone else, he seemed to be scanning the crowd, maybe he was looking for something.

Sampsa made his way into the crowd with stealth steps, trying to find a specific group of four people among them. He spotted Norway, Denmark and Sweden pretty soon. So 'the three musketeers' are working together. When he was starting to become little worried, he managed to spot Iceland too. Even though he really didn't want to admit it to himself, he cared about his fellow Nordics, yes, even Sweden, even though Finland's history with some of them wasn't perfect either.

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"Glad he goes. He tore up my nerves!" Som muttered as she focused on her driving, once again.

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Normally, Yaroslava would have chimed in a long time ago. But this situation was far from normal. She hadn't expected to run into Finland for a second time. I've already clashed with him once, and I didn't even say anything that time, she thought to herself. She decided it would be best if she didn't speak at all. Instead, she leaned against the wall, listening, until the other representatives were done arguing. She was a little relieved when Finland left the room.

The two countries she had seen earlier- the Filipino and Thai- seemed to have things in order on this end. The ship felt like it was almost level again, and it wasn't jerking her about so much like before. They really are fine without me. Her gaze shifted to the unconscious Captain. If the yelling didn't wake him up, I doubt I could. Not that he'd be of any help, as we're in capable hands for now.

Putting aside her own thoughts, Yaroslava carefully walked around to where he was slumped on the floor, taking note of a stray crate nearby. It was half-open, and there were a few untouched bottles of glass inside. The rest were broken or in pieces around her feet. Just for good measure, she knelt to take his pulse by way of his carotid artery. Slower than it should be, but he's not in any danger. She looked him over briefly, searching for any cuts that could have been made by the broken glass. She didn't find any. Pa'kuray ni mere'on neyume*, she thought.
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So this is what happens when I take a vacation! Hopefully I read everything right and didn't create any plot holes or something. XD
*At least he isn't dead.

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I grunted as the ship jerked slightly, *Ye dono kia kar rahe hain oupar?! than grabbed the ledge before asking the representatives in the crowd, "Listen well people, I need some good and dedicated volunteers to help this ship get back up and running in the water" Huge masses of scoffs and curses were to be heard from the crowd, which sort of made me realize how stupid all of them really were. Though not all of these people denied my request, a few of them jumped or climbed next to me, giving assuring nods and satisfied smirks. I smiled and looked back at the rebellious people down at the ship floor, with annoyance clearly visible on my face, "COME ON PEOPLE! you wanna survive or just DIE like the miserable little stubborn nobodies you are?!" the crowd was silent and there was not a word that escaped their lips.

I sighed and looked over to the sane people next to me and asked while whispering, "What do you think? are we enough?" I couldn't recognize their nationalities, surely they were all neutral with my country. One of them shook their head and spoke in my mother tongue, urdu, **Dekho yaar, hamein aur log chahie, warna ye kashti to duub jaey gi... My eyes peered open, that accent surely was of an Indian. Of all the nations in the world, I had to be in war with India...Now I know how that finnish guy feels... Putting our obvious differences aside, I nodded and turned back to the crowd to mock them once more, but before I could, somebody questioned me about a rather disturbing subject, "Who the hell put you in charge of us?!" a chorus of 'Yeahs' and agreements in other native languages were to be heard after his insult. I laughed and jumped down from the platform, engaging him fearlessly, facing him in the eye and asking in a hushed but clearly aggressive tone, "You got any better ideas, Genius?" he just stared at me like he was some sort of hero, then scoffed before saying, "No..." the guy shamefully looked at the ground and sighed, obviously admitting his defeat.

I smiled satisfyingly and went back to the ledge of the platform while asking sarcastically, "Any more Bright ideas?" India offered me his hand to get up, I had second thoughts on whether I should trust him or not, but gladly took his hand after nodding. A few more people approached us, which included some really buffed up males and by the looks of the others, some really strong willed and determined females. Before telling the others what I had in mind, I had a last minute survey of any more volunteers, Hoping that more and more people help us in reducing the havoc caused here.

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~Translations :3~
My speech : *What are those two doing up there?!
Indian representative's speech: **Look man, we need more people, or else this ship will sink...

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*** OOC: @Finhawk Thanks :D
@Blackscorpion2: NPC's are a great idea for now :) And it's not really a rough history between Pakistan and Philippines. It's not a direct war with Pakistan, even (It shall be explained further! Harhar). I think it's more of a misunderstanding that is truthfully solvable if only respect and open mindedness were applied.. ^_^ ****

Seeing everyone else out of the room save for Thailand and Russia, Alon smiled to herself and picked up the binoculars dangling on her chest from the strap attached to it. She brought it to her eyes to examine the waters. She couldn't help but chuckle to Thailand's comment though. "Well, it can't be helped that some people are still caught up in the past.. I'm sure they'll get over it." She mused softly with a slight pang of guilt in her voice, while hoping deep down that they would reach the untouched land soon as they were running out of time. Soon, a small frown crept up her face. She thought of Pakistan, feeling bad for how his country was generalized by most of the Filipinos, if not all, including her. Honestly, Alon does not have any direct issues with the Pakistani, but the fear that was passed to her thanks to society gave her a hard time trusting him. The war at the south was not purely between Pakistan and Philippines alone, but between two sides battling because of religious differences and their right to have some place in the islands. Of course, while some Pakistani members were involved, their actions caused majority of the country to generalize the race. It was only due to a bad case of stereotyping did some Filipinos developed a slight fear for Pakistan and nothing more. In Alon's honest opinion - which she felt bad thinking about soon after, hers as well as the rest of the skeptic Filipinos' issues were only as petty as it could be. Her fear was just a result of taking in gossip blindly and she knew that - yet she chose to believe her kin.

Feeling the ship nudge a little to the right, Alon's eye snapped in urgency at Thailand who was still busy taking charge of the ship on her own. The ship is sinking, now is so not the time to daze out! Alon walked beside her and peered through her binoculars to examine the waves. She pointed at the horizon. "Alright. Let's keep a steady knot ahead where the waves are less likely to pull the ship downwards. I'll see if I could contact anyone from here.." Looking at the coordinates, Alon was able to estimate their exact location and it seems that they are headed towards the coast of Nice, south of France.

Running a hand through the controls in front of her, her fingers came across the VHF radio as well as a small book, and immediately went for the receiver, with her other free hand flipping through the pages. Alon switched the VHF radio to the emergency channel.

"Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is Alon Amihan on the SunHo Vectra, SunHo Vectra, SunHo Vectra. Callsign Sierra-Charlie-Four-Two-Two-Three-Hotel." She said aloud, reading through the pages which displayed the basic information of the ship as well as its exact coordinates, thanks to the map. After pausing for a few seconds, the young lady then proceeded to dictate the current state of the vessel, with it sinking slowly and all. This was quite a challenge for her, as she was taught to dictate these things in her native tongue back home. She never thought she would need to call for help on an international cruise.

"We are a medium-sized corvette experiencing moderate damage on the starboard with a great chance of capsizing and are in need of immediate assistance. This is SunHo Vectra, callsign Sierra-Charlie-Four-Two-Two-Three-Hotel. Over." She finished as she scanned the controls. Seeing that there is a red button labeled as "DSC", Alon immediately pressed the button, sending the GPS coordinates hopefully to the nearest coastgard in Nice as well as a Mayday beacon.

Releasing the button on the microphone, Alon listened to the channel, hoping for an answer from anyone. She is determined to try again if there is still only static on the other line.

***OOC: I'm sorry.. I really don't know what I'm doing to this post TwT
@Ufimtsev: Nope! No plot holes at all! ^_^****

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Som tried her very best to avoid the waves as it could sink the ship anytime. She doubted that anyone would be on land, but the Filipino's action was their only hope at the present.

"The ice's still blocking our way! Maybe keep on and on isn't a very good idea..."

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Sampsa watched the staring competition between the Pakistani and some other dude with an uneasy feeling looming in his gut. He bit his lip as the Pakistani went back to the platform and apparently waited for more volunteers. Sampsa didn't want to be useless, he hated being dead weight but physical strenght was never one of his good sides. He kinda wished there was some kind of a monster which had to be shot instead of all this.

Taking a look at the volunteers, Sampsa let his gaze roam at the rest of the crowd as well. No one else seemed to be volunteering. Alright, maybe he wouldn't just be on the way if he did volunteer. Besides, who needed strenght anyway? He was a stubborn Finn, anything could be done with a bit of Finnish sisu*. He made his way over to the rest of the volunteers with determinated steps.

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*The word 'sisu' really doesn't have a proper translation and because I'm lazy I'm just gonna direct you to the all-knowing wikipedia. Sisu.

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OOC: Waiii, so sorry Fin, I just found out that I was unsubscribed to this thread :'D

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The Indian dude was being friendly to me and acting as if I knew the guy since we were kids, hell, he was suggesting things non-stop making many of us baffled with the stupidness of the ideas. I chuckled nervously and slapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up, it kinda looked like I was ready to punch the guy. Looking back at the others and noticing the intense atmosphere I created, I shook my head and sighed before releasing my grip on his mouth.

I glared at him, looking like Satan himself and grabbed his collar, bringin his ear closer. I whispered something in his ear in my own language, *Dekho, agar zinda rehna hai to chup kar ke betho, mera damagh mat kharab karo... He nodded right after hearing that and stood more confidently than before. I think I made myself clear, I didn't like the guy, simple wasn't it? Before telling my opinions I gazed at the crowd behind me and smirked as soon as I saw Finland boldly approaching the plat-form. Sitting down on my knees, I extended my hand to help him get on the platform. There was no harm in doing just that, right?

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~Translations~
*Listen, if you want to live than sit quietly, don't screw my mind...
P.s, no offense to the Indian's...I'm just being 'In character' since Sameer had spent most of his childnood in a military base, he grew a disliking to the Indian's.

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{How does one even unsubscribe a threat without meaning to? XD}

Sampsa cocked an eyebrow at the Pakistani's outstretched hand but took it nonetheless and let him help him onto the platform. He hoped it didn't look too gay. He stole a quick glance at Sweden, it was enough to have one.* Not that he had anything against gay people, that had to be corrected. He didn't give a damn about such things, or any people in general, as long as they stayed out of his face. He hated it when people got to his face.
Feeling like he was getting side-tracked, big time, Sampsa dismissed those thoughts as he got onto the platform. After a quick scan on the other people he turned to the Pakistani who may or may not have a plan to prevent them all from drowning, "So what did you have in mind then?"

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*I'm not saying Sweden of this RP is gay, I'm referring to the (obviously false?) Finnish belief that everyone in Sweden is gay. Yes, that's what we believe.

Also, this post is itself is kinda dumb (as you probably noticed) and short (sorry), don't hold it against me as I'm in a not so level-headed state. XD

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{OOC: This is me were talking about, if I can put a T.v remote in the freezer with out knowing then I think unsubscribing to a thread with out knowing is something quite in the ordinary XD}

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Chuckling slightly at the weird stares Finland was giving to the Scottish dude I nodded and sighed before pointing to the front deck of the metal giant, "That there is what we need to fix and get back up and running but..." My gaze shifted to the crowd below - They were shoving and pushing their way through each other like the temporary mindless beasts they were - and I pointed to them with annoyance, "We gotta fix those screwed up turds first".

The boat creaked as she grinded against yet another glacier, tearing the metal coating on it's left side. Much to my annoyance, this was not only causing it to shift upwards slightly, but slowly sinking us in the process. The Indian representative grabbed my collar and yanked me towards him. India was definitely hyperventilating, did I mention him slapping me to calm himself down? If not, then now you know why I punched him back. I looked at the others after scoffing at the miserable guy below me, it was apparent that I may have punched him way too hard. "We need to get the engine working, fix the metal hole in the engine room below us and pump the left over water now, so why don't we split into groups...those who are not into muscle work and don't like to go for a swim with moby-dick can help calm those people down below...others follow me!".

I ran over before they could question my judgement but stopped as a surge of guilt came over me. I accidentally forgot about the relations of different people with each other. Knowing this caused me to go back and sigh as I forced the question out of me, "Any doubts or questions about what were going to do? I know that this seems confusing but you gotta trust me on this and follow me..." I frowned and waited for their response. Most of them stepped front and walked next to me, the others were still having second thoughts about this, I wouldn't blame them for doing so anyways.

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