Obsideo
29-06-2005, 19:14
Protesters and angry mobs alike were gathered outside of the Courthouse, combining their big signs and catchy chants to make an angry mob of protesters. Although not quite on the scale for a riot, the Police force of Obsideo had been dispatched, but in all honesty was doing very little.
Edward Mann, one of the eight High Ministers that governed Obsideo was inside, and on trial for numerous offences. Inside the couthouse was much calmer, a large oak and leather room with brass frills and the quiet hum of the air conditioning.
"Now then, order! Mr. E. Mann, you are charged with the following offences and by the will of the jury, will face the consequences. Repeated Drug Abuse, Knowingly Purchasing an Unlicenced Firearm, Carrying an Unlicenced Firearm in Public, Public Nudity, Armed Robbery, Distribution of Stolen Goods, Distribution of Illegal and Unlicenced Firearms, Attempted Suicide, Unprovoked Assault Against a Child, Animal Cruelty and the Distribution of Illegal Substances."
The judge took a breath, and the colour returned to his face. Edward stood.
"Ahem... er... in fact i was provoked, erm... for the assault thing, actually," He said.
"Even if you were, how do you explain the other charges?"
"Well, i can tell you what happened..."
"Go on..."
His bodyguard stared back up at him, his eyes red and glassed over, with a faint smile on his face. Sirens were heard, and Edward was sitting with his protector on the grass. The bodyguard wheezed, and managed to get a few words out. "I... i'm so so-" He coughed, "so... damn... high..." He wheezed again and sat up slowly, the two of them giggling like loons and running through the city centre.
"'Tis good stuff huh?" Shouted Edward
"Oh yes!" His bodyguard exclaimed, as he collapsed once more on the floor. His handgun fell out of the holster and skidded on the concrete, scratching one side and leaving the serial number illegible.
Edward picked it up, and grinned as he took another drag, instantly falling into a hyper-relaxed state and staggering towards an open door. It was a late-night newsagents, a kid behind the till* for his work experience week*. Edward scratched his head with the iron sights of the gun, the boy instantly raising his hands in surrender.
"Well why not, he wont stop me!" Edward thought aloud, as he proceeded to pick the till up and he scratched his head with the gun again. The boy pressed the alarm and Edward jumped at the sound. His finger slipped, the bullet carving a hole in his hairstyle and clipping the side of the boys ear.
Edward ran out of the shop, soon getting lost in the maze of backstreets and alleys. A shady individual stopped him, offering a bag-full of powder to him or a lot of money. 'What the hell', Edward thought, as he handed over the till and gun in exchange for the drugs. He opened the bag, sniffing the contents in curiosity and walking ten steps before ODing on the lawn in the Main Square.
He awoke and felt something gnawing at his leg, looking up to see his clothes missing from the waist down and a small dog chewing his shin. He lashed out and kicked the mangy thing, before looking for the fruits of last nights chaos.
Several sets of wavy footprints and an empty bag lead him to believe that the homeless population (although small) were currently off their heads.
"... and that, that covers everything... i think..." He said, still tired from his three nights in an uncomfortable cell.
ooc: this will be continued, maybe. if you feel like getting involved then be bits of the mob, news reporters, letter to my government etc etc. Its my first post so be nice and dont all invade me at once.
*For non-UK readers
Till= cash register
Work Experience= you might have this, you might not. Its a week or two that a student goes to work with an employer to get experience of the real world.
Edward Mann, one of the eight High Ministers that governed Obsideo was inside, and on trial for numerous offences. Inside the couthouse was much calmer, a large oak and leather room with brass frills and the quiet hum of the air conditioning.
"Now then, order! Mr. E. Mann, you are charged with the following offences and by the will of the jury, will face the consequences. Repeated Drug Abuse, Knowingly Purchasing an Unlicenced Firearm, Carrying an Unlicenced Firearm in Public, Public Nudity, Armed Robbery, Distribution of Stolen Goods, Distribution of Illegal and Unlicenced Firearms, Attempted Suicide, Unprovoked Assault Against a Child, Animal Cruelty and the Distribution of Illegal Substances."
The judge took a breath, and the colour returned to his face. Edward stood.
"Ahem... er... in fact i was provoked, erm... for the assault thing, actually," He said.
"Even if you were, how do you explain the other charges?"
"Well, i can tell you what happened..."
"Go on..."
His bodyguard stared back up at him, his eyes red and glassed over, with a faint smile on his face. Sirens were heard, and Edward was sitting with his protector on the grass. The bodyguard wheezed, and managed to get a few words out. "I... i'm so so-" He coughed, "so... damn... high..." He wheezed again and sat up slowly, the two of them giggling like loons and running through the city centre.
"'Tis good stuff huh?" Shouted Edward
"Oh yes!" His bodyguard exclaimed, as he collapsed once more on the floor. His handgun fell out of the holster and skidded on the concrete, scratching one side and leaving the serial number illegible.
Edward picked it up, and grinned as he took another drag, instantly falling into a hyper-relaxed state and staggering towards an open door. It was a late-night newsagents, a kid behind the till* for his work experience week*. Edward scratched his head with the iron sights of the gun, the boy instantly raising his hands in surrender.
"Well why not, he wont stop me!" Edward thought aloud, as he proceeded to pick the till up and he scratched his head with the gun again. The boy pressed the alarm and Edward jumped at the sound. His finger slipped, the bullet carving a hole in his hairstyle and clipping the side of the boys ear.
Edward ran out of the shop, soon getting lost in the maze of backstreets and alleys. A shady individual stopped him, offering a bag-full of powder to him or a lot of money. 'What the hell', Edward thought, as he handed over the till and gun in exchange for the drugs. He opened the bag, sniffing the contents in curiosity and walking ten steps before ODing on the lawn in the Main Square.
He awoke and felt something gnawing at his leg, looking up to see his clothes missing from the waist down and a small dog chewing his shin. He lashed out and kicked the mangy thing, before looking for the fruits of last nights chaos.
Several sets of wavy footprints and an empty bag lead him to believe that the homeless population (although small) were currently off their heads.
"... and that, that covers everything... i think..." He said, still tired from his three nights in an uncomfortable cell.
ooc: this will be continued, maybe. if you feel like getting involved then be bits of the mob, news reporters, letter to my government etc etc. Its my first post so be nice and dont all invade me at once.
*For non-UK readers
Till= cash register
Work Experience= you might have this, you might not. Its a week or two that a student goes to work with an employer to get experience of the real world.