Stewronia
18-02-2005, 21:04
Smith lay back on the hotel bed.
He hated this country, hated the rules, the regulations, and yet, the sense of seemingly every inhabitant that they were more free than anyone else. So much for a holiday. You could barely do anything without the police asking where you were going, why and when you intended to return. He must have been stopped, what, five, six times today. They had always asked for his foregner permission slip, before promising to "Keep an eye on him". He wasn't a criminal! Of course, very little was criminal here, in Stewronia, and its capital, Capital City. Prostitution, drug abuse, pornography, all of it was fine, as long as there were rules! Rules! There were rules everywhere! He wouldn't be surprised if they were watching him right now. He looked around. No obvious cameras.
His silent monologue was interrupted by sounds of commotion outside. He walked to the window and smiled. Well, at least there were some smart people here.
***
"1, 2, 3, 4! Imprison those dirty whores!" (OOC: Sorry, couldn't think of a better rhyme)
The crowd chanted in time, waving their placards, some saying "STOP PROSTITUTION!", others saying "GOD DON'T LIKE IT!", and a host of other phrases.
Surrounding the angry crowd was a ring of policemen, in the typical Black uniform of Stewronian police, their riot shields hemming the crowd in. Behind them were large black vehicles, with some rather menacing things sticking out of the top.
The street was empty apart from these two groups, and every window was closed, every pair of curtains drawn. The only non-uniformed man on the street was standing amidst the police. He wore jeans, and a long jacket and he was speaking on a telephone attached to one of the vehicles. He was nodding, before he put down the phone and nodded at one of the policemen, before walking away and getting into an unmarked car and driving off.
The policeman spoke into his helmet and the rest of the police began marching steadily inwards, drawing their batons.
***
Smith smiled and put the video camera down. This would ruin these pretentious bastards! Now all he had to was get it past Customs. That would be hard. He just needed a plan. A plan.
***
Speaker Robertson smiled. That had gone wonderfully. He turned off the screen and looked around the Council room. The other councillors were smiling and nodding too.
"Right, so that's the Anti- Prostitution Rally dealt with. Next item on the agenda. Reasons for beating them all up. I say we give them the standard, enemies of freedom routine, yes?"
(OOC: Let's say Smith got past the border. He releases the video-tape on a news network. So much for a "liberal" Stewronia. Sorry if its not that good. First real RP post. Please be kind.)
He hated this country, hated the rules, the regulations, and yet, the sense of seemingly every inhabitant that they were more free than anyone else. So much for a holiday. You could barely do anything without the police asking where you were going, why and when you intended to return. He must have been stopped, what, five, six times today. They had always asked for his foregner permission slip, before promising to "Keep an eye on him". He wasn't a criminal! Of course, very little was criminal here, in Stewronia, and its capital, Capital City. Prostitution, drug abuse, pornography, all of it was fine, as long as there were rules! Rules! There were rules everywhere! He wouldn't be surprised if they were watching him right now. He looked around. No obvious cameras.
His silent monologue was interrupted by sounds of commotion outside. He walked to the window and smiled. Well, at least there were some smart people here.
***
"1, 2, 3, 4! Imprison those dirty whores!" (OOC: Sorry, couldn't think of a better rhyme)
The crowd chanted in time, waving their placards, some saying "STOP PROSTITUTION!", others saying "GOD DON'T LIKE IT!", and a host of other phrases.
Surrounding the angry crowd was a ring of policemen, in the typical Black uniform of Stewronian police, their riot shields hemming the crowd in. Behind them were large black vehicles, with some rather menacing things sticking out of the top.
The street was empty apart from these two groups, and every window was closed, every pair of curtains drawn. The only non-uniformed man on the street was standing amidst the police. He wore jeans, and a long jacket and he was speaking on a telephone attached to one of the vehicles. He was nodding, before he put down the phone and nodded at one of the policemen, before walking away and getting into an unmarked car and driving off.
The policeman spoke into his helmet and the rest of the police began marching steadily inwards, drawing their batons.
***
Smith smiled and put the video camera down. This would ruin these pretentious bastards! Now all he had to was get it past Customs. That would be hard. He just needed a plan. A plan.
***
Speaker Robertson smiled. That had gone wonderfully. He turned off the screen and looked around the Council room. The other councillors were smiling and nodding too.
"Right, so that's the Anti- Prostitution Rally dealt with. Next item on the agenda. Reasons for beating them all up. I say we give them the standard, enemies of freedom routine, yes?"
(OOC: Let's say Smith got past the border. He releases the video-tape on a news network. So much for a "liberal" Stewronia. Sorry if its not that good. First real RP post. Please be kind.)