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[A voice comes across the phone lines, eerily calm with just the slightest hint of aggression laced beneath a notably fake cheery tone.]

Everyone near 336 Brady should stay inside for the time being.

[And the phone call abruptly ends. Those nearby may notice that Finland has been suspiciously peering out of his front window for quite some time, expression almost entirely flat. His sniper rifle is firmly grasped in his right hand and he doesn't seem as if he's going to change positions anytime soon.

But all too suddenly he appears to see something outside and bolts out the front door with speed almost unfamiliar to him. And who does he see?]


I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!

[You guessed it. He heard the warnings loud and clear and knows exactly what's going to happen to him, but right now he couldn't possibly care less.]
ex_finnish_604: (Everything may not be perfect)
[It had been weeks. Months, even. Two of them. Two months of smiling and going about life as normal aside from staying inside a little more often. Not much had changed, really. There were times he wished it would rain and times that all he wanted to do was stay outside and stare up at the perfect clouds all day. He continued to take saunas, mostly alone.

But today? Today was different, for Finland had decided to take some time to think alone outside, first on the porch before eventually settling on one of the old metal swings belonging to the park's vacant swingset. After all, the sun was beginning to set and all of the good little drone children had already run home to the scent of their smiling drone mothers' cooking. It would do for now. Only passerbys would notice him this way, men coming home from work or the occasional person going for a walk. It didn't matter, did it? No, of course not.

He draws circles in the dirt with the toe of his shoe, carefully inspecting the cross-shaped pendant in his hand. Though the bright smile Finland is known for is notably absent, his distant stare coupled with his expression don't seem to portray sadness as much as listless apathy or deep, deep thought. However, it's unusual to see him completely alone. Maybe company was really what he needed the most.]
ex_finnish_604: (All I wanted was a sign)
[If you were to ask someone that's spoken to Finland more than once, they'd agree that he's almost always smiling or overreacting to something pointless. However, nobody can smile forever, and Finland isn't an exception. Despite being the "odd one out" of his family, he did share some of their traits. The infamous Nordic lineface wasn't one of them, but if one happens to be anywhere between Brady Lane and Mitchell Road (precisely house number 1450), they'll have the semi-rare opportunity to see Finland with a straight face.

He's more so pondering than upset, yet he's walking with his eyes to the ground, not to mention that he's carrying a rifle on his back. It may take him a moment to respond, but you're more than free to bother him. Something just doesn't seem right.]
ex_finnish_604: (Where you are I'll never know)
There's something that's been bothering me.

It seems like everyone here saw different people in the TV broadcast. Everyone I've talked to saw people that they knew from home. Is there anyone that watched the broadcast and didn't see anyone they recognized?

Also, have any of you been to the town and returned safely? Any details would be really helpful.

[Filtered to the Nordics]

Something doesn't seem right about this whole thing. Do you think we could talk this over at the dinner on Saturday?

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