Hrstrovokia
10-11-2004, 19:43
Bogumil Pabianic gripped the steering wheel tensely as his aging Kaladir 3 litre rattled around the corner at the mind-bending speed of 34 kph. It was sometime after 3:00 AM. His foot and leg were stone-stiff and sore from constantly applying pressure to the gas pedal, as if bearing down all his strength would somehow make the 'slug' go faster.
Pabianic cursed the perverse, moronic thinking of the Hrstrovokian auto industry. His Kaladir was purpose built to be only capable of achieving a top-speed of 34 kph. Somehow, someone had gotten the bright idea that if people were unable to travel at high-speeds, there would be fewer crashes. It was almost heart-warming in it's naivety. People just sped around a little slower now.
But it would not get Pabianic down. Negative thinking was not for him, it would only make him cranky and agitated. He was pissed enough as it was, to be driving half-way across Hrstrovokia, from Warsaw to Gdansk, in the middle of the night. He had been offered a new job by the SeaPort Baltic Design Bureau. The only thing that soothed him was sound of the Old 97s brave, awakening and energetic brand of country music and the views that slowly passed him by.
A full-moon dominated the night sky, accompanied by twinkling diamonds set against a background of rich velvet. The farmland surrounding him, it's stillness and beauty, gave Pabianic a feeling of calm, of happiness somehow. "Perhaps there was a bonus to travelling at 34 kph?" he mused.
The tape came to it's inevitable end, and suddenly the tapdeck began to greedily munch and twist the contents of the tape! "Fuck!" cried Pabianic, fumbling across the dashboard for the eject button. He couldnt quite find it, and began to panic further as the garbled noise of his tape was spewed forth.
Momentarily, he took his eyes from the road. He slammed his fist into the eject button and released a mesh of tape, broken plastic and wires. "Opps..." he said aloud. Suddenly something caught his eye on the road. A floating object of pure, intense white, the size of a man, darting across his path.
Pabianic slammed on the brakes and swerved aside to avoid collision. The car screeched to a halt, but it was too late. In the crazy seconds, Pabianic raced to collect himself. The window was smashed, a strange, dark-coloured goo oozed from it's openings. Throwing his eyes up the rearview mirror, he saw the same white object, now somewhat faded, sprawled across the road.
Panic set in. A ball of dread formed in Pabianic's stomach. His mind went into auto-pilot mode. For a moment, he considered driving on. Escaping the punishment which would undoubtedly be exacted upon him by the authorities. But he immediately quashed the notion. The engine died out, and the lights flickered and drained off as he pull his keys from the ignition and stepped out of the car.
As he approached, Pabianic's curiousity went into over-drive. "What the hell is that?" he thought. Was it some madman dressed in white, walking the country's deserted roads in an effort to kill himself? Seemed most likely..
Suddenly, with manic and insectile violence, the body twitched and jerked to life. A high-pitched squeel began. Pabianic reared back in fear. The body rose to it's feet..."Diiiiieeeeee...."
[OOC: Ok, basically this thread is set at the beginning of the 21st century, with the fact that Hrstrovokia isnt a Space Tech nation. The creature in white is possible an alien! Jeepers...anyway, what I'd like to do here, is well anything! I've set the tone of a possible alien invasion of Hrstrovokia, but anyone may join in and add their 2 cents. And it makes a change to your usual War RP.]
Pabianic cursed the perverse, moronic thinking of the Hrstrovokian auto industry. His Kaladir was purpose built to be only capable of achieving a top-speed of 34 kph. Somehow, someone had gotten the bright idea that if people were unable to travel at high-speeds, there would be fewer crashes. It was almost heart-warming in it's naivety. People just sped around a little slower now.
But it would not get Pabianic down. Negative thinking was not for him, it would only make him cranky and agitated. He was pissed enough as it was, to be driving half-way across Hrstrovokia, from Warsaw to Gdansk, in the middle of the night. He had been offered a new job by the SeaPort Baltic Design Bureau. The only thing that soothed him was sound of the Old 97s brave, awakening and energetic brand of country music and the views that slowly passed him by.
A full-moon dominated the night sky, accompanied by twinkling diamonds set against a background of rich velvet. The farmland surrounding him, it's stillness and beauty, gave Pabianic a feeling of calm, of happiness somehow. "Perhaps there was a bonus to travelling at 34 kph?" he mused.
The tape came to it's inevitable end, and suddenly the tapdeck began to greedily munch and twist the contents of the tape! "Fuck!" cried Pabianic, fumbling across the dashboard for the eject button. He couldnt quite find it, and began to panic further as the garbled noise of his tape was spewed forth.
Momentarily, he took his eyes from the road. He slammed his fist into the eject button and released a mesh of tape, broken plastic and wires. "Opps..." he said aloud. Suddenly something caught his eye on the road. A floating object of pure, intense white, the size of a man, darting across his path.
Pabianic slammed on the brakes and swerved aside to avoid collision. The car screeched to a halt, but it was too late. In the crazy seconds, Pabianic raced to collect himself. The window was smashed, a strange, dark-coloured goo oozed from it's openings. Throwing his eyes up the rearview mirror, he saw the same white object, now somewhat faded, sprawled across the road.
Panic set in. A ball of dread formed in Pabianic's stomach. His mind went into auto-pilot mode. For a moment, he considered driving on. Escaping the punishment which would undoubtedly be exacted upon him by the authorities. But he immediately quashed the notion. The engine died out, and the lights flickered and drained off as he pull his keys from the ignition and stepped out of the car.
As he approached, Pabianic's curiousity went into over-drive. "What the hell is that?" he thought. Was it some madman dressed in white, walking the country's deserted roads in an effort to kill himself? Seemed most likely..
Suddenly, with manic and insectile violence, the body twitched and jerked to life. A high-pitched squeel began. Pabianic reared back in fear. The body rose to it's feet..."Diiiiieeeeee...."
[OOC: Ok, basically this thread is set at the beginning of the 21st century, with the fact that Hrstrovokia isnt a Space Tech nation. The creature in white is possible an alien! Jeepers...anyway, what I'd like to do here, is well anything! I've set the tone of a possible alien invasion of Hrstrovokia, but anyone may join in and add their 2 cents. And it makes a change to your usual War RP.]