Douria
04-11-2007, 01:04
"The International Security Division's authority only covers land owned by the UN itself, which constitutes just it's halls. The men and women of the ISD must keep order there at all costs. These are their stories."
Paul looked over the assembly hall, his hand on the nerf gun at his hip.
"The Waterhavidian ambassador ate the Yurikian ambassador again," Came a voice from behind him. Paul turned around to see his good friend Julian thumbing his water pistol.
"Again? That's the 3rd time this month," Paul wasn't a fan of the Yurikians either but this was becoming a problem, "Did he stop to be questioned?"
"Yeah, oddly enough. He's new, he doesn't know we can't hold him,"
"Good, maybe we can get something out of him,"
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*Cut to a man in a small room, sitting in a chair at a small table, harsh light overhead*
"Because they're DELICIOUS!" he bellows.
"Delicious my wrinkly ass, that's not an excuse to eat someone," Paul said as he leaned into the light.
"T'aint my excuse, it's a reason,"
"Look, you're going to be here a long time, so just come clean about what bill you were trying to kill,"
"You oughta try 'em seasoned with a little nutmeg, it's fantastic,"
Julian stepped forward, "Look, my friend here can't hold you, and we have no power to compel you to talk." He held up his water pistol, "This is a water gun, We're a joke,"
"Oh, then I can leave?"
"Yeah,"
"Cool"
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"So what do you want to do?" Paul asked Julian, while he stood on the steps to the UN delegate hall.
"I dunno, pizza?" Julian replied.
"I meant about the ambassador,"
"Oh, I figure we'll just wait until he gets heartburn,"
"I don't know if I can stomach that,"
"We don't have a choice,"
"I meant the pizza,"
"So did I. That's what the cafeteria is serving, and we don't get paid, remember?"
"God I hate this job,"
Paul looked over the assembly hall, his hand on the nerf gun at his hip.
"The Waterhavidian ambassador ate the Yurikian ambassador again," Came a voice from behind him. Paul turned around to see his good friend Julian thumbing his water pistol.
"Again? That's the 3rd time this month," Paul wasn't a fan of the Yurikians either but this was becoming a problem, "Did he stop to be questioned?"
"Yeah, oddly enough. He's new, he doesn't know we can't hold him,"
"Good, maybe we can get something out of him,"
_______________________
*Cut to a man in a small room, sitting in a chair at a small table, harsh light overhead*
"Because they're DELICIOUS!" he bellows.
"Delicious my wrinkly ass, that's not an excuse to eat someone," Paul said as he leaned into the light.
"T'aint my excuse, it's a reason,"
"Look, you're going to be here a long time, so just come clean about what bill you were trying to kill,"
"You oughta try 'em seasoned with a little nutmeg, it's fantastic,"
Julian stepped forward, "Look, my friend here can't hold you, and we have no power to compel you to talk." He held up his water pistol, "This is a water gun, We're a joke,"
"Oh, then I can leave?"
"Yeah,"
"Cool"
_______________________
"So what do you want to do?" Paul asked Julian, while he stood on the steps to the UN delegate hall.
"I dunno, pizza?" Julian replied.
"I meant about the ambassador,"
"Oh, I figure we'll just wait until he gets heartburn,"
"I don't know if I can stomach that,"
"We don't have a choice,"
"I meant the pizza,"
"So did I. That's what the cafeteria is serving, and we don't get paid, remember?"
"God I hate this job,"