Jarridia
07-04-2005, 09:47
Morning; Shelbin, Jarridia
The city lay quiet in the early morning. The chilly air had yet to awaken the skies on this spring morning. The sun could be seen near the horizon, and suddenly the city stirred to life. There was to be no 'ordinary' day today. This was a special occassion. Jarridians from all over the world were to attend what was going to be a revolution of their way of life.
The plans had been made months in advance, but everything had come down to the last minute. Everything would be perfectly designed, not a flaw. This wedding was to be the perpetuation of a nation and a people, not of a couple and a family.
The arrivals had already begun. The Shelbin Airport was soon packed with travellers from all over, hoping to get a glimpse of the new first-family. The lawn of the Presidential Palace was being prepared. The day was turning out to be gorgeous. The skies were clear and the warm breeze provided for a comfortable atmosphere. The green grass was bordered by colorful wildflowers, with an emphasis on the Jarridian favorite, Bluebonnets. The mood of the crowds upon viewing the rarely seen gardens was awe.
For many many years, Jarridians had adored their President. He was one of the greatest men Jarridia had ever known. From leading the military into battle against Daylam, to negotiating trade in the Westwood Alliance and the CFA, he had been there through all, and now it was time for the Jarridians to formally repay their debts.
It had finally become time for the rejuvenation to begin.
The Wedding; Presidential Palace
Children could be seen playing all over the nation, until their parents called them in. Entire families sat down to watch the ceremony on television, or listen to the broadcast on Radio. Millions more stood outside the gates of the Palace, hoping to get a glimpse of the woman who had captivated their President's heart.
The chairs were white and arranged so that when the ceremony was over, each person could release the five butterflies they had been given in a small box. Each person that had butterflies was extraordinarily careful to insure their survival to the end of the ceremony, because to them it was too perfect to ruin.
Sitting within the designated realm, were seats for the Presidents colleagues, many of which were empty, because many...weren't invited. The family rows were filled to the brim. Both families were forced to return to their seats, because they were talking to one another and blocking the aisle. President Branam stood by the altar, quickly giving the bride's father a respectful nod and then continuing to stand perfectly still in his position. His tuxedo was jet black, perfectly ironed and cleaned with the usual Jarridian Flag on his collar and his presidential seal over his left breast. He took a deep breath to calm him as the band began to play the traditional bridal march.
She stepped out of her room at the end of the aisle, and was immediately engulfed in the shaken eyes of the populous. A hush fell over them as they watched this beautiful and radiant woman stride down the red carpet. Their eyes hungry to soak in every aspect of her seemingly flawless body and their minds racing with questions. Her dress was so pure and white, and everything she had on was perfect. They had never seen such a glorious white. It was all they could do to not reach out and touch her, andf they refrained from doing so. She was followed by a group of young school children who were tossing out wildflowers behind her, but no one noticed these, as their eyes were permanently fixated on the bride.
She stepped under the archway leading into the final walkway to the altar. Tears filled the eyes of both families as she proceeded by them. Jarrod's (President Branam) eyes locked onto her as she walked. Her every step filled with such grace and poise, that it seemed like each one took longer and longer to fulfill. He wanted nothing more than for her to be at his side instantaneously.
She stepped up next to him, finally fulfilling her place alongside the great man. He took her hand into his. Her skin so smooth and silky, her eyes twinkling with joy and glorification. Nothing needed to be said, just the view was enough. They immediately seemed to melt together, and it was true that they belonged together. The preacher spoke to them, "Are you both ready?"
They lookd at eachother and smiled, and that was all it took for the preacher to begin. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to usher these two people into holy matrimony...."
The crowd was silent. Every home, every person, was dead silent. There was no cough, no sneeze, no whistle or word. It was as if all the air was sucked from the planet and nothing could be heard. The remainder of the ceremony was that exact way, until the exhale could finally come out. Many choked back tears, but they were tears of joy.
"Do you, Jarrod Eddins Branam, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, from this day forward?" asked the preacher, as if he didn't know the answer.
Jarrod glanced into the eyes of his bride, holding her hand firmly and said those two simple words that make the world stand still, "I do."
The preacher nodded and looked at her, "Do you ,Kasilyn Joan Smith, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband from this day forward?"
Kasilyn turned from the preacher and gazed into Jarrod's eyes, seemingly to become lost, she said nothing. The tears swelling up inside her eyes. Her bottom lip quivered, but she was able to catch herself immediately. "I do," she responded.
The preacher smiled and said with a joyous voice, "Then, with the power vested in me by the Pure Democracy of Jarridia and the Almighty God, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Jarrod took her in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. THey were finally one and the transformation was complete. Cheers and claps could be heard from the crowd as the excitment levels filled the streets. All Jarridians new that this was more than a wedding.
This wasn't just a ceremony for a wedding. It was the rebirth of a nation. The continuance of a grand story. The reforming of an alliance. And the redesignation of international authority.
From the Presidential Palace to each state capitol building, a banner was flown beneath each Jarridian flag. It merely stated, "Jarridia has been Resurrected." This same statement was passed to every enemy and ally throughout the world, because Jarridia has finally been resurrected.
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OOC: No Terrorism.
The city lay quiet in the early morning. The chilly air had yet to awaken the skies on this spring morning. The sun could be seen near the horizon, and suddenly the city stirred to life. There was to be no 'ordinary' day today. This was a special occassion. Jarridians from all over the world were to attend what was going to be a revolution of their way of life.
The plans had been made months in advance, but everything had come down to the last minute. Everything would be perfectly designed, not a flaw. This wedding was to be the perpetuation of a nation and a people, not of a couple and a family.
The arrivals had already begun. The Shelbin Airport was soon packed with travellers from all over, hoping to get a glimpse of the new first-family. The lawn of the Presidential Palace was being prepared. The day was turning out to be gorgeous. The skies were clear and the warm breeze provided for a comfortable atmosphere. The green grass was bordered by colorful wildflowers, with an emphasis on the Jarridian favorite, Bluebonnets. The mood of the crowds upon viewing the rarely seen gardens was awe.
For many many years, Jarridians had adored their President. He was one of the greatest men Jarridia had ever known. From leading the military into battle against Daylam, to negotiating trade in the Westwood Alliance and the CFA, he had been there through all, and now it was time for the Jarridians to formally repay their debts.
It had finally become time for the rejuvenation to begin.
The Wedding; Presidential Palace
Children could be seen playing all over the nation, until their parents called them in. Entire families sat down to watch the ceremony on television, or listen to the broadcast on Radio. Millions more stood outside the gates of the Palace, hoping to get a glimpse of the woman who had captivated their President's heart.
The chairs were white and arranged so that when the ceremony was over, each person could release the five butterflies they had been given in a small box. Each person that had butterflies was extraordinarily careful to insure their survival to the end of the ceremony, because to them it was too perfect to ruin.
Sitting within the designated realm, were seats for the Presidents colleagues, many of which were empty, because many...weren't invited. The family rows were filled to the brim. Both families were forced to return to their seats, because they were talking to one another and blocking the aisle. President Branam stood by the altar, quickly giving the bride's father a respectful nod and then continuing to stand perfectly still in his position. His tuxedo was jet black, perfectly ironed and cleaned with the usual Jarridian Flag on his collar and his presidential seal over his left breast. He took a deep breath to calm him as the band began to play the traditional bridal march.
She stepped out of her room at the end of the aisle, and was immediately engulfed in the shaken eyes of the populous. A hush fell over them as they watched this beautiful and radiant woman stride down the red carpet. Their eyes hungry to soak in every aspect of her seemingly flawless body and their minds racing with questions. Her dress was so pure and white, and everything she had on was perfect. They had never seen such a glorious white. It was all they could do to not reach out and touch her, andf they refrained from doing so. She was followed by a group of young school children who were tossing out wildflowers behind her, but no one noticed these, as their eyes were permanently fixated on the bride.
She stepped under the archway leading into the final walkway to the altar. Tears filled the eyes of both families as she proceeded by them. Jarrod's (President Branam) eyes locked onto her as she walked. Her every step filled with such grace and poise, that it seemed like each one took longer and longer to fulfill. He wanted nothing more than for her to be at his side instantaneously.
She stepped up next to him, finally fulfilling her place alongside the great man. He took her hand into his. Her skin so smooth and silky, her eyes twinkling with joy and glorification. Nothing needed to be said, just the view was enough. They immediately seemed to melt together, and it was true that they belonged together. The preacher spoke to them, "Are you both ready?"
They lookd at eachother and smiled, and that was all it took for the preacher to begin. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to usher these two people into holy matrimony...."
The crowd was silent. Every home, every person, was dead silent. There was no cough, no sneeze, no whistle or word. It was as if all the air was sucked from the planet and nothing could be heard. The remainder of the ceremony was that exact way, until the exhale could finally come out. Many choked back tears, but they were tears of joy.
"Do you, Jarrod Eddins Branam, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, from this day forward?" asked the preacher, as if he didn't know the answer.
Jarrod glanced into the eyes of his bride, holding her hand firmly and said those two simple words that make the world stand still, "I do."
The preacher nodded and looked at her, "Do you ,Kasilyn Joan Smith, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband from this day forward?"
Kasilyn turned from the preacher and gazed into Jarrod's eyes, seemingly to become lost, she said nothing. The tears swelling up inside her eyes. Her bottom lip quivered, but she was able to catch herself immediately. "I do," she responded.
The preacher smiled and said with a joyous voice, "Then, with the power vested in me by the Pure Democracy of Jarridia and the Almighty God, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Jarrod took her in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. THey were finally one and the transformation was complete. Cheers and claps could be heard from the crowd as the excitment levels filled the streets. All Jarridians new that this was more than a wedding.
This wasn't just a ceremony for a wedding. It was the rebirth of a nation. The continuance of a grand story. The reforming of an alliance. And the redesignation of international authority.
From the Presidential Palace to each state capitol building, a banner was flown beneath each Jarridian flag. It merely stated, "Jarridia has been Resurrected." This same statement was passed to every enemy and ally throughout the world, because Jarridia has finally been resurrected.
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OOC: No Terrorism.