The Founding of a Nation (open to landsend)
President Brent Sanders sat in his tower of glass and steel, looking out into the streets below at the thriving population of Janotan, in particular the citizens of Feargus city.... four million people worked and slaved in Feargus, most working at the docks for the various exporting companies that have made thier home in the nation.
The lean silver-haired gentleman of the tender age of 26 was the first and youngest president in the nation's history, most noted for his campiegns to legalize drugs for recreational use and the moderation of social programs, he was a vast favorite of the foul-mouthed citizens. Eyes of the deepest blue stared out quietly as he pushed some of the issues on his desk towards the window, speaking softly to himself...
"The City looks good today... at least I don't have to worry about the other nations yet... thank god. the last thing i need is some prissy foreign ambassador telling me to give it up to some much-longer established nation."
A buzz was heard from his intercom, as his secretary spoke up.
"Mr. President? you're afternoon meeting has arrived."
"Send him in Peter."
Brent turned on his chair and rose to his feet, putting on his best smile as the first appointment as president is ushered in.
Ashe blonde hair was swept back as she idly paced around the plush interior of her office, President Renee Buachamp seemed almost annoyed as she stared down at the telegram she had recieved a few days prior.
Glancing around her office she stopped pacing, turing to drap herself over a chair, legs gently hooking over the arm as she thought over the extension of peace Jaratan had offered.
Her parliamentary building was one of old marble and crystal, the windows glazed so that nothing could be seen from the outside, giving whomever held the presidential seat at least the illusion of privacy. Of course, the cameras in every room (to guarantee their safety) shattered that.
Still all in all Tarverak wasn't a bad country, and it still had many commodities other nations didn't. They still had a lush environment that allowed their national animal the freedom to roam. They were even trying to stamp out racism, though it was a slow process, and of course they had very liberated views on S&M.
Renee knew of course that nothing could be finalized in the ways of a peace alligation, and without an ambassador as of yet, there was no one to go and talk peace with President Brent Sanders. No one but her, and of course that was crazy talk, she couldn't leave the country... but she had to, there were to many nations in the area and as of yet, she had no treaties with any of them.
Picking up the headset of her phone, she pressed one waiting for her secretary to pickup. Speaking softly as the man's voice came on she told him to leave her schedule free for the next week and to call Janatan and arrange a visit. Yes she knew this was unprecedented and probably not overly wise but she could take some paperwork with her.. it had to be done.
Brent leaned back in his char, one of the major automotive industries came and left with the promise of more funds.... when his intercom chimed in.
"Mr. President, the secretary for Tarevak just called and wanted to schedule and appointment for thier president to visit. What would you like for us to do?"
A lean finger tapped the button, saying simply...
"Why of course peter, i want you to schedule that appointment as soon as possible. it's always good to meet a fellow rival... or in this case, ally. If it makes her more comfortable, see if she'll agree to a meeting in a neutral area."
"Yes sir."
Brent leaned back, and waited for her response.
Moving through the quarters she had had segregrated off for herself she threw a few suits and one or two evening gowns into the suitcase. Of course a maid went along behind her, carefully folding the pressed silks and velvets so that they wouldn't wrinkle.
Undergarments were thrown haphazardly on top, and again carefully folded and placed in the seperated compartments. Moments later the buzzer sounded and the president moved for the phone, cradling the handset and listening silently as the secretary told about Janaton's notion of meeting in neutral territory.
"What neutral territory, I'm not setting aside any of mine to become neutral, to do so would mean we'd lose crown reserves, which I refuse to do." Shaking her head she made a few muttered comments finally saying, "no just say I'll meet him there if that's alright, I'd rather not let a fox into the henhouse until necassary."
A few moments later a small strangled noise was issued as she glanced to the maid pleadingly, motioning towards the door, "no don't tell him that last bit, this is political, just tell him I'd like to meet him in his own territory."
Hanging up a few moments later she lifted the reciver almost immediatly, pressing a button and waiting until the patron of national security came on, "yes set up a task force, it would seem I am probably going into Janatan to set up a peace arrangment. Yes, yes I realize I should find an ambassador, but we'll be fine, this will show we have more trust.. yes, everything should go fine but I'd feel comfortable having a few guards.
"hmm... so she doesn't want to meet in neutral territory.... interesting. she's hiding something."
Said Brent as he contemplated this change... his fingertip tapping the intercom.
"Peter.... have catering bring up a snacktray. breads, cheeses and meats please... and see if we can't set our dignitary up in a suite, it would be a shame to have to send her to a hotel on her first night in Janotan afterall."
"Yes sir."
Brent smiled at Peter's devotion, he was a very loyal servent, working with him while he worked in the automotive industry so many years ago and now as his secretary for the most powerful position in the nation. Brent would move through his doorway on his private floor, and over to his small apartment, picking out a nice black suit to play off his silver hair.
"I wonder what she'll be like...."
Finally the packing was finished, everything set up for her trip out of country. Of course every person who had any power wasn't happy with this idea, and with the country thinking the internet was evil they were even less impressed that this was going to be her mode of communication.
Exasperation showed on her features as she stepped out of the house of parliament moving down the stairs to the horse drawn carriage that had been a gift from the church. Gently patting the horse as she walked by she stepped up into the carriage waiting silently as her baggage was tied on top.
Leaning out she waved to the few people standing at the door, another carriage holding her bodyguards, all except one who would be riding with her. Waving the cell phone their way she rolled her eyes again, "we can talk on here and I have the paperwork for most upcoming issues, don't worry it'll be ok."
With that the carriages pulled away, moving towards Janatan.
Janotan's countryside was spotted with small cottages and the occasional old-fashioned pub, but the closer she got to the capital the more things would change. steel and glass replaced wood and brick, streets became paved with asphault and automobiles would roar past the tiny carriage, a decidedly modern city. Protesters would be standing outside the presidential building, the tallest building in the city at twenty-five stories tall.
Various picketers would yell and complain about high taxes and the evils of cars, but you can spot one or two supporting the new president, apparently this was not a very stable place yet. At the door stood the security guards of the building, standing at rest but alert to changes in the crowd.
As her carriage would come to a stop, a small group of guards would move to clear a way for Renee, and the man himself would move down the stairs, a million dollar smile crossing his face. "President Renee... so good of you to come tonight. come this way please."
Brent would lead her through the crowd and up the stairs of the building, to the elevator doors left waiting for them.
"Please excuse the crowd... if it's one thing these people like to do, it's protest."
Glancing out the carriage, she took in the general appearance of the countryside as they rattled through it. The cottages and pubs were greeted with a smile though as they drew closer to the capital, her expression changed slightly, though she was careful to neutralize her expression as they drew up to the presidental building.
Stepping out her first sight was one of protesters, hundreds of them adding to teh general cacophony of noise that swirled around her. Wincing she glanced back to Brent, giving him a faint smile stepping forward, hoping to escape the noise.
"Buachamp, Ms. Buachamp please President Sanders." The words were slightly colder than the smile she had offered him moments before. Discreetly she cast a glance to her guards as they unloaded themselves, pushing through the crowds and making their way to the first carriage, watching her back silently.
Turning back to Brent she gave another faint almost strained smile, "perhaps we can retreat from the noise, I do prefer silence for the most part." A slight haughtier had crept into her tone, her expression hardening as the noise pressed in on her.
"I believe you'll like my building then... most of it is sound proofed... will you be staying here for awhile?
A button is pressed, floor 23, and they rise upwards. the glass bubble that is the elevator would reveal a city that sprawled for about fifteen blocks in each direction, apartment buildings seeming to be the majority of the smaller buildings.
"I hope your trip was comfortable Mrs. Buachamp. Feargus is quiet a change from Teravak, but it has charms of it's own."
"Ms. please I'm not married." Shaking her head she glanced away, staring up at the steel monolith rising above her before with a faint sigh she nodded and started forward, "and yes I have no doubt I'd prefer inside."
Going silent for a few minutes she finally lifted her gaze to meet his, her own petite frame of 5'0" leaving her at a distinct disadvantage, "and I have no plans on staying any longer than a week, I do have a country to run after all."
Glancing around quietly as the elevator rose through the floors she made mental notes on the contraption, knowing what it is though currently they weren't common in Tarverak, "the trip was fine, I only hope my stay is as well."
Brent looked down at the woman... man what a downer she was.
"Call me Brent... and you should look foward to seeing a new place and discussing a potential peace treaty that will help both countries prosper."
The doors would open, leading into the rather lush apartment this floor contained. it was made up to look like a country cottage, everything down to the old-fashioned foot tub and hardwood tables seemed to scream "traditional."
"I hope this suite will be to your liking. When you're ready to talk, i'll be on floor 25. your guards will have floor 22 to themselves."
Heaving a delicate sigh she gently swept her skirts back, smoothing the fabric down as she glanced back to him, "sorry, I don't mean to be overly critical, but at the moment I'm tired and I've been screening calls from everyone back in Tarverak for the past 5 hours. They didn't feel it proper that I come here. They wanted to send an ambassador."
Turning away after that statement, her cheeks pinkened delicatly, the colour obvious against her pale complexion. Again her fingers toyed with the pressed silk of her skirt, the underskirts rustling gently with each light flick or clench of her hands.
"well... consider this a vacation. we'll only discuss business when you're ready to. "
Brent stepped off the elevator, smiling softly.
"It's still too early for dinner, but i know of a good inn in the countryside we can go to if you wish."
Nodding in reply she turned away, motioning one of her guards, (one of the few females) to place her bags upon the edge of the bed and leave. Watching in silence she waited until she was alone in the room before giving it a curserary glance.
Quietly pleased with the suite he had provided for her she moved to the beds edge, opening her bags and removing the carefully folded garments from within. Draping them over the beds edge she stared down at them, unsure on which to dress herself in.
Finally she settled on the prussian gown. It's split skirt was a pleasant crimson with a black underskirt and a small flounce in the back of a deep mahogany. A thin yet ornate chain of rubies and diamonds complimented the ensemble though she was forced to call in one of the guards yet again to do the ties of her corset up.
Breathing shallowly she dismissed the women once again, giving her a smile as she departed before moving towards the phone and dialing up Brent's secretary. An hour or so had passed by this time, though it was still early, "Yes I'd like to meet with President Sanders." Her tones were clipped, once again the cool haughty facade she had presented on greeting Brent was apparent.
Nodding in reply she turned away, motioning one of her guards, (one of the few females) to place her bags upon the edge of the bed and leave. Watching in silence she waited until she was alone in the room before giving it a curserary glance.
Quietly pleased with the suite he had provided for her she moved to the beds edge, opening her bags and removing the carefully folded garments from within. Draping them over the beds edge she stared down at them, unsure on which to dress herself in.
Finally she settled on the prussian gown. It's split skirt was a pleasant crimson with a black underskirt and a small flounce in the back of a deep mahogany. A thin yet ornate chain of rubies and diamonds complimented the ensemble though she was forced to call in one of the guards yet again to do the ties of her corset up.
Breathing shallowly she dismissed the women once again, giving her a smile as she departed before moving towards the phone and dialing up Brent's secretary. An hour or so had passed by this time, though it was still early, "Yes I'd like to meet with President Sanders." Her tones were clipped, once again the cool haughty facade she had presented on greeting Brent was apparent.
Nodding in reply she turned away, motioning one of her guards, (one of the few females) to place her bags upon the edge of the bed and leave. Watching in silence she waited until she was alone in the room before giving it a curserary glance.
Quietly pleased with the suite he had provided for her she moved to the beds edge, opening her bags and removing the carefully folded garments from within. Draping them over the beds edge she stared down at them, unsure on which to dress herself in.
Finally she settled on the prussian gown. It's split skirt was a pleasant crimson with a black underskirt and a small flounce in the back of a deep mahogany. A thin yet ornate chain of rubies and diamonds complimented the ensemble though she was forced to call in one of the guards yet again to do the ties of her corset up.
Breathing shallowly she dismissed the women once again, giving her a smile as she departed before moving towards the phone and dialing up Brent's secretary. An hour or so had passed by this time, though it was still early, "Yes I'd like to meet with President Sanders." Her tones were clipped, once again the cool haughty facade she had presented on greeting Brent was apparent.
Nodding in reply she turned away, motioning one of her guards, (one of the few females) to place her bags upon the edge of the bed and leave. Watching in silence she waited until she was alone in the room before giving it a curserary glance.
Quietly pleased with the suite he had provided for her she moved to the beds edge, opening her bags and removing the carefully folded garments from within. Draping them over the beds edge she stared down at them, unsure on which to dress herself in.
Finally she settled on the prussian gown. It's split skirt was a pleasant crimson with a black underskirt and a small flounce in the back of a deep mahogany. A thin yet ornate chain of rubies and diamonds complimented the ensemble though she was forced to call in one of the guards yet again to do the ties of her corset up.
Breathing shallowly she dismissed the women once again, giving her a smile as she departed before moving towards the phone and dialing up Brent's secretary. An hour or so had passed by this time, though it was still early, "Yes I'd like to meet with President Sanders." Her tones were clipped, once again the cool haughty facade she had presented on greeting Brent was apparent.
Nodding in reply she turned away, motioning one of her guards, (one of the few females) to place her bags upon the edge of the bed and leave. Watching in silence she waited until she was alone in the room before giving it a curserary glance.
Quietly pleased with the suite he had provided for her she moved to the beds edge, opening her bags and removing the carefully folded garments from within. Draping them over the beds edge she stared down at them, unsure on which to dress herself in.
Finally she settled on the prussian gown. It's split skirt was a pleasant crimson with a black underskirt and a small flounce in the back of a deep mahogany. A thin yet ornate chain of rubies and diamonds complimented the ensemble though she was forced to call in one of the guards yet again to do the ties of her corset up.
Breathing shallowly she dismissed the women once again, giving her a smile as she departed before moving towards the phone and dialing up Brent's secretary. An hour or so had passed by this time, though it was still early, "Yes I'd like to meet with President Sanders." Her tones were clipped, once again the cool haughty facade she had presented on greeting Brent was apparent.
Peter would be courteous to Ms. Bauchamp, obviously his skill was in etiquette over technical skills.
"Yes President Buachamp, President Sanders will be down in a minute."
If she was the kind of woman who tested such estimations, and i'm pretty sure she is, Brent would arrive in exactly one minute's time, dressed in one of his best black tuxedo's.
"How can I help yo Ms. Buachamp?"
"you mentioned something about dinner Mr. Sanders?" The statement was posed as a question though it was obvious she had no interest in an answer, "I believe in eating early, I hope you don't mind?"Again the open ended question without need of answer.
Giving a gentle swish of her skirts she stared at him silently, head canted back to make up for the height difference, though in no way did she look up to him, instead regarding him as an equal.. at least for the moment.
Brent smiled at that, then responds to it.
"Ah yes, i wouldn't mind eating early, you are the guest afterall. I had in mind Fiddler in the Woods, one of the best restuarants out of the city. not to mention there's not many paparazzi there."
He offered he arm, holding the elevator for her.
"I believe your carriage is waiting in the parking lot... i know you must hate the automobiles of the city."
Giving a nod as if in agreement her lips moved into a delicate moue, "you would know would you know? this is your country." That said she gently walked forward stopping a few inches from him, head canted further back before she swept down into a curtsy, body swaying backwards in an effort not to touch him.
Accepting his arm graciously she gently rested bare fingers upon his, her own ungarnished, no rings covering the slender digits, "and as for automobiles I have nothing against them, the carriage was merely a gift from one of the leading religious factions and the horse is after all our national animal."
The lift would descend smoothly down the shaft, still holding his arm out and the feel of her own tucked around it mildly comforting.
"we have a burgeoning sheep population in the forests, mostly due to no natural predators besides us living there, but we're proud of our fuzzy counterparts none the less."
the doors would open to the parking lot, and the carriage waiting just outside, the red carpeting laid out for the two of them as they moved foward, kalen offering his arm once more to life her into the carriage. numerous reporters stand there taking pictures of the two... oh lord he could see the headlines now... 'Presidents meet for important summit, world comes to an end.'
Taking a step closer, she drew in his body heat, it's radiating warmth comforting, though she would never say as much to him. Listening to him as he spoke she gave a soft chuckle, "sheep, yes beautiful creatures, though I wouldn't call them fuzzy, more wooley" Another faint chuckle, her face dipping away from his attentions as her free hand lifted to delicatly cover her mouth.
Slipping out of the building, her hand was kept upon his arm, her steps slow, measured. Still breathing shallowly she purposely ignored the reporters and such around them. Murmering a thanx as he helped her into the carriage, ducking slightly so as to not hit her head. Turning back to him she scooted across the seat as their was only one within the carriage, the other side sectioned off into a mini bar.
A bottle of champagne set in ice had been placed in the carriage earlier, as well as light finger foods and a few sweets. Gently swathing her skirts she settled herself, glancing up to the storage place above the bar and the blankets that were placed there.
Brent would step up and slip into the carriage, the door closed behind them to offer a modicrum of privacy to the two. his eyes looked around the carriage for a moment, before spying the minibar.
"Nice accomadations... i need to get one of these..."
The carriage would pull off from the parking lot, leaving the reporters and guards to shuffle off to their respective vehicles to attempt to catch up later.