NationStates Jolt Archive

In a shabby, damp aired basement room three men sat arround a snapped table. On it were a scattered cards, many of which were damp and bent or torn. The images on the front and read were blurred from the moist air, and the cold hands of those who played them. A dim light lit one corner of the room, revealing a section of pealing wall paper. From what could be seen it displayed green flowers on a murky yellow background.
On the opposite wall to the flickering light was a tiny horizontal slit window, barred verticaly.
After minutes of sitting in silence one man spoke. He spoke with a rough voice, the light catching his face and revealing unshaved stubble and untrimmed hair.
"It begins today my men. Today we begin our fight to dispose our government, and put in power the true rulers. We must fight today, we must gather our spirits to defend our faith! The oracle will judge us on our fighting, and will protect us as we destroy all those who oppoes our beleifs! Come forth my loyal followers, let us begin the revolt today!"
By the end of this rallying speach he stood afront his seat, allowing the light to shine upon his chest. It revealed a spoilt and torn chequred shirt, of which the blue and red dies had mixed forming an insulting green. As he retook his seat another man stood up and spoke,
"Let us go firth and fight for the oracle!"
He called loudly across the unsanitry room which smelt of sewage to his comrades. They both stood up violently and headed to the rear of the room where the light was poorest. herer they grabbed at the shabby wallpaper and tore it, revealing a half height doorway. Above the chipped cream door hung a mysterius object, a statue of sorts which each man looked pasionatly at before ducking through the exit into the back street.
The street smelt distinctly of urine and vermin, which fitted its appearance well as the old gray brickwork mostly lay broken on the floor, making sure the passing group had to step carefully to avoid stubbing feet. Along the sides, leaning against the bits of wall which remained lay badlys dressed men. As the three men walked down the ally the lying men began to look worse and worse, they all looked drunk and stoned-some dead, some handcuffed and some just dodgy.
After a few hundred feet of dodging bodies and rubbish the men stopped and knocked on one of the only gates remaining intact. It was painted in green with a blue stripe down the center of each of the two pannels, They banged on the door thrice and waited.

OOC-This will continue

As they stood at the gate waiting a cold wind whistled down the alley. It caught them harshly, burning against their necks and faces. They waited in the wind for a few minutes, appearing to stare aimlessly at the gate. Suddenly, from the silent ally came footsteps, behind the gate.
The lock upon the gate rattled and clicked open. A substancial ammount of rust fell from the handel as it moved arround. The gate creaked and shook as it opened slightly, just enough to allow a head to poke through.
The head was of a male, who looked just as unshaven and rough as the basement flat dwellers. The group standing outside nelt down onto one knee and looked to the ground. The man looking from inside followed suit and nelt.


OOC-more later.