Raptorian Federation
23-10-2004, 22:34
OOC: Hey everyone, I’ve been around for a while, but never accually made a roleplay of my own before. So I thought I’d try it out. Tell me if there are any typos or something, I’m a crappy writer. =P
IC:
It was a hot day in the capital city of the Raptorian Federation, 80 degrees Fahrenheit to be precise. A large crowd was forming around the Raptorian Palace, where Praetor Rapion was to deliver a speech to his people. Details were unknown, as only has close comrades knew of what his plans were. He, and almost everyone else, was oblivious to the fact that an assassination attempt was about to be executed.
Raptoria City, 1:28 P.M., Just outside the Raptorian Palace. – Praetor Rapion peered out of the dark violet blinds. There had to be around a thousand people gathered in that crowded street. It was never easy being a dictator; you always had to get in front of crowds like this. For one, he wasn’t really social… It was really unsettling to stand in front of millions of beady eyes… Second, he was a tad on the paranoid side… Not where he’s mentally unstable, just where he’s always followed by guards and carries around a fully loaded .357 Chrome Desert Eagle around with him.
Rapion Glanced at his sliver nuclear watch, the seconds ticked by until… It began to beep, 1:30 P.M., it was time. He stood from his leather chair and nodded to Xavier and Vengend, his two most trusted guards. They followed him with their XL-8 Rifles in readiness. They marched two feet behind him as he pushed aside the blinds and onto the balcony that hovered above 1000 cheering citizens. Rapion raised his right hand; this was a sign for silence. The crowd immediately ceased cheering and listened intently. “Citizens of the great Raptorian Federation!” He bellowed into the microphone with his clear, crisp voice. “I have gathered you all here today…” He glanced toward a cameraman in the audience. “…To discuss a matter of great importance. Raptoria has grown from a small colony to a powerful nation! We are now to declare…”
Amongst the many people in the crowd stood three men dressed in black suits. These three looked like they just came out of a high-class business meet of some sort. Their slick black hair reflected in the sunlight, their straight black ties hung perfectly from their necks, one of their black gloves clutched onto metallic suitcases. One of the men dug into his pants pocket to pull out a small Nokia cellular phone. He pushed a speed dial number with his thumb and put the phone up to his ear. “Devain, you there?” He whispered into his mobile. A man on the other side of the city picked up his cell and replied, “Ja, is it time?”
“Yes. Are you prepared?”
“Of course, I’ve been working on this for months, it’ll work.”
“Good, go now, for the glory of freedom.”
He flipped his cell phone back down and slipped it into his pocket. He nodded to his two comrades. It was time. They all clicked open their suitcases. Each one was holding a fully constructed “Tommy”-Gun. They picked them up out of the foam casing and aimed at the oblivious dictator.
“In conclusion I…” Before Rapion could finish his sentence, gunfire erupted from the crowd. All three men were passionately squeezing their triggers. The bullets whizzed at lightning speeds to their target. Two of them actually made it into their target. One nicked the dictator’s shoulder, and the other was firmly planted in his upper torso, a large crimson wave exploded from him. He staggered backward while clutching his shoulder with his right hand. He used his injured arm to reach for his pistol. The crowd was already in panic and attempting to disperse, but the mass of people in the small area made it near impossible for escape. Praetor Rapion ripped his gun out of his waist holster and aimed it in the general direction of the gunmen. Where were Rapion’s guards? They had already ran downstairs and out into the crowd, they ran towards the group off three fleeing murderers. Rapion, who was still on the balcony, fired three shots towards the gunmen, all had missed. Xavier and Vengend where in hot pursuit of the men. They had pushed their way through the panicked civilians and through an alley. At that very moment, a large gasoline tanker truck was bellowing down the highway…
To be continued
OOC: Okay, right now, I need someone to roleplay the terrorist organization, if you’re interested, TG me. Otherwise, sit back and watch. If you need information, are confused, or want in, TG me and I’ll see what I can do.
IC:
It was a hot day in the capital city of the Raptorian Federation, 80 degrees Fahrenheit to be precise. A large crowd was forming around the Raptorian Palace, where Praetor Rapion was to deliver a speech to his people. Details were unknown, as only has close comrades knew of what his plans were. He, and almost everyone else, was oblivious to the fact that an assassination attempt was about to be executed.
Raptoria City, 1:28 P.M., Just outside the Raptorian Palace. – Praetor Rapion peered out of the dark violet blinds. There had to be around a thousand people gathered in that crowded street. It was never easy being a dictator; you always had to get in front of crowds like this. For one, he wasn’t really social… It was really unsettling to stand in front of millions of beady eyes… Second, he was a tad on the paranoid side… Not where he’s mentally unstable, just where he’s always followed by guards and carries around a fully loaded .357 Chrome Desert Eagle around with him.
Rapion Glanced at his sliver nuclear watch, the seconds ticked by until… It began to beep, 1:30 P.M., it was time. He stood from his leather chair and nodded to Xavier and Vengend, his two most trusted guards. They followed him with their XL-8 Rifles in readiness. They marched two feet behind him as he pushed aside the blinds and onto the balcony that hovered above 1000 cheering citizens. Rapion raised his right hand; this was a sign for silence. The crowd immediately ceased cheering and listened intently. “Citizens of the great Raptorian Federation!” He bellowed into the microphone with his clear, crisp voice. “I have gathered you all here today…” He glanced toward a cameraman in the audience. “…To discuss a matter of great importance. Raptoria has grown from a small colony to a powerful nation! We are now to declare…”
Amongst the many people in the crowd stood three men dressed in black suits. These three looked like they just came out of a high-class business meet of some sort. Their slick black hair reflected in the sunlight, their straight black ties hung perfectly from their necks, one of their black gloves clutched onto metallic suitcases. One of the men dug into his pants pocket to pull out a small Nokia cellular phone. He pushed a speed dial number with his thumb and put the phone up to his ear. “Devain, you there?” He whispered into his mobile. A man on the other side of the city picked up his cell and replied, “Ja, is it time?”
“Yes. Are you prepared?”
“Of course, I’ve been working on this for months, it’ll work.”
“Good, go now, for the glory of freedom.”
He flipped his cell phone back down and slipped it into his pocket. He nodded to his two comrades. It was time. They all clicked open their suitcases. Each one was holding a fully constructed “Tommy”-Gun. They picked them up out of the foam casing and aimed at the oblivious dictator.
“In conclusion I…” Before Rapion could finish his sentence, gunfire erupted from the crowd. All three men were passionately squeezing their triggers. The bullets whizzed at lightning speeds to their target. Two of them actually made it into their target. One nicked the dictator’s shoulder, and the other was firmly planted in his upper torso, a large crimson wave exploded from him. He staggered backward while clutching his shoulder with his right hand. He used his injured arm to reach for his pistol. The crowd was already in panic and attempting to disperse, but the mass of people in the small area made it near impossible for escape. Praetor Rapion ripped his gun out of his waist holster and aimed it in the general direction of the gunmen. Where were Rapion’s guards? They had already ran downstairs and out into the crowd, they ran towards the group off three fleeing murderers. Rapion, who was still on the balcony, fired three shots towards the gunmen, all had missed. Xavier and Vengend where in hot pursuit of the men. They had pushed their way through the panicked civilians and through an alley. At that very moment, a large gasoline tanker truck was bellowing down the highway…
To be continued
OOC: Okay, right now, I need someone to roleplay the terrorist organization, if you’re interested, TG me. Otherwise, sit back and watch. If you need information, are confused, or want in, TG me and I’ll see what I can do.