Time: Night 013
Summary: A new arrival seeks shelter in the attic...with his pony.
Warnings: There is an equine animal inside a house?
For some reason, unknown to anyone, attics have always seemed like a safe place to go. As Poland climbed the stairs, he pondered his. It wasn't always a safe place to be. God knows, he understood that. Poor Anne Frank had found that out the hard way. But right now, he wanted a safe place to be, and up seemed a good direction to look. He'd left Lithuania down in one of the safe rooms, albeit off the ground because the water seemed to be rising. Promising to return soon, he'd set out to explore the place, to find somewhere to go. The shelter room had been no good, there was water in there too, after all. The attic was the last place.
Coaxing his wayward light brown pony up the stairs, a feat which had taken a worryingly long time- equines aren't known for that sort of thing- he clucked soothingly at Jerzy more, before putting up a hand and lifting the trapdoor to the attic, pale blond hair sticking up around his ears as he looked around nervously, spotting the twisted and ugly Unpeople, suddenly resisting the urge to scream. He'd only been here such a very short time, and the mannequins attacking him almost immediately on his arrival had thrown him off. Mannequins were not meant to move. And attics weren't meant to be filled with people who looked like they'd suffered nuclear fallout! Lip wobbling slightly, he called out timidly;