Another Suitcase in Another Hall (Venezuela) OPEN

[Belize]

Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall
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March 12, 1852

Walking down dirt roads and ignoring strange looks from strangers passing by, hand gripping even more tightly at the handle of the suitcase he was carrying. Closing his eyes for a moment and taking in the smells of the crisp air and of the nearby fields. He didn't know what exactly drove him to leave the safe familiarity of Europe, though he had at least a faint inkling as to why. The twelve-year-old had always had a bit of a restless streak, always finding himself sneaking out from under Spain's nose to go somewhere other than Madrid, usually finding himself somewhere in Great Britain.

This time though, he wanted to get away from Spain for good. Sure he could have been considered his Papa, but something about the man had always put him on edge, even when he was small. All he knew was that he didn't belong there, so once he got his chance, he snuck onto a ship and left for unfamilar territory.

When he got off the ship, he found himself in a place much unlike he had ever seen. It was different, but in a good way. The sight of dirt roads and vast fields calmed him for a reason unknown to him, but they did. This place felt different than anywhere he had ever been, even though it still didn't feel quite right. He'd at least stay for a little while, try and find a place to stay while he was there. There had to be a city at least nearby if there were people walking along these roads.

Watching as more people passed and taking in a breath, he walked up toward them before speaking in a polite tone. "Excuse me, but where's the nearest city?" At seeing the weird looks from the people and watching as they shuffled off hurridly down the road, he couldn't stop a sigh from escaping as his hand rose to muse at his hair. This is one of those times that he wished he had actually listened to Spain when he tried to teach him Spanish, this situation already starting to become slightly on the irritating side.

Well then...All he could do now was just start walking and hope that he'd find something before nightfall. He'd done it before, he could do it again. He started to walk again with the suitcase being swayed slightly at his side, bright green eyes focused on the path ahead of him.

Where am I going to?
You'll get by, you always have before
Where am I going to?
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A/N: Mrrr short post is short. ><

[Venezuela]

It came from beyond the extreme reaches of our reality
It came to laugh at our naive existences
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just outside Caracas, Venezuela

Independence.

Libertad.

Alma thought she knew the meaning of the word. Declaring herself a free nation from Spain had cost her more than she'd initially hoped, more than she wanted to lose. The people were now pinned down, under a dictator's thumb. An iron grip. Wasn't that what they'd just escaped, in any case? Wasn't that what all the revolts were for? She pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders, shivering at the thought. Everything had put her under much stress, to put up a happy front as the representation of the free republic. A walk through the streets was just what she needed, she supposed. A chance to think, to clear her head, to --

To walk into people, apparently. The newly independent nation staggered back with a sheepish grin, ruffling her short-cropped hair. (Boy, would her sister be in for a surprise when she came back. Anyway.) "Lo siento," She apologized in her rapid Spanish, having assumed her victim was a Venezuelan, or perhaps someone from a surrounding nation. Looking up to see that it was a blond boy of little more than maybe 12 or 13, she paused, tilting her head to one side. "...Oh." Oops. She blinked and took in the kid -- lanky, blond, bright green eyes, and carrying along a suitcase. What on earth was he doin here?

There were worse places to be, yes, but still... "...What're you looking for?" Her English was still heavily accented, layered with that Latin twang, but it'd have to do for now. She tightened her shawl once more, a wondering smile tugging at her lips. The first time in a while. Poor kid. Maybe she could show him around, and more importantly, keep him out of trouble. Yes. That sounded like a plan.

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Even as I cover my ears, I'm puzzled by the truth that slips away
Where in this frail body do I find the strength to stand?

A/N: ...augh. Dx Short post. Sorry.

[Belize]

And the strangest thing
Was waiting for that bell to ring
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As he continued on his way down the road, his expression turning thoughtful as he began to think. God forbid he began to think. Something about this place drew him in, he wasn't sure if it was this particular country or just the continent. It just...Did. Though he felt that same sort of pull back in Europe every time he snuck off to the United Kingdom. It was strange and it was something that he didn't understand, though he wasn't sure if he ever would understand it. However along with thinking, made him loose his concentration as well as making him not even watch or realize where he's going.

Snapping out of his train of thought and staggering back slightly when he felt himself running into someone else, watching with a frown as he watched the woman staggering back herself. "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and I-- You know english?" He started to spout out before hearing her speak in heavily accented english, unable to stop himself from letting out a sigh of relief as he mused his hair. He spoke in an accent that was an odd combination of Spanish and British, though he himself never really noticed it until it was actually brought up.

The woman didn't look to be that much older than he was, eighteen at the most. Blinking out of confusion for a moment when she gave him the glance over, brow rising. "Um...Miss? Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked, keeping his tone as polite as possible. Didn't want to seem rude to someone he just...Ran into.

Though with her question, he couldn't help but tilt his head slightly as a baffled expression crossed his face. What was he looking for? He...Didn't even really know himself. He'd been asking himself that ever since he was a little kid, an explanation as to why maybe that he was so restless? Or maybe just looking for answers in general. "To be honest Miss, I really don't know what exactly I'm looking for but...For now, just a place to stay for the night and a hot meal." Giving a small smile in return as his brows fell, shoulders untensing slightly. He had always had the belief that things happened for a reason, so maybe...This woman might have a few of the answers that he'd been looking for.

It was the strangest start
Was the hardest part
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