NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: okay. it's quite simple. I will choose some character to RP with, and others can RP their own character, living in Van Luxemburg, and knowing eachother. just submit the following:
Full Name: (now, if anything is easy)
Age: (simple, isn't it?)
Living in: (any place that exists in RL Europe, Asia or Africa, preferably Europe, as you can get wet feet in Asia or Africa, as i'm still constructing those provinces)
Family: (does he/she has a husband, children, eventually grandparents)
Job: (what does he/she do to earn his money?)
Current Financial State: (Rich? Poor? Average?)
Short History: (just tell what he/she has done in the past)
Wishes: (what does he/she want to do in the future?)

Okay, for example, this is my own character:

Full Name: Steven Lankaar
Age: 29
Living in: Woudrichem, near Rotterdam.
Family: Girlfriend, Parents.
Job: Director of a small Trucking company (9 trucks), drives himself.
Current Financial State: Quite Rich
Short History: has studied Management and Transportspecialties, and took over his dad's trucking company at age 24, just after his study. Lankaar & Zn. became a bigger and better company, and has been making large profits for the past 3 years.
Wishes: wants to travel around the complete Van Luxemburgian continent with a caravan (mobile home).

see? it isn't that hard. I was thinking of letting a maximum of 8 others in, that could or be working at the trucking company, or working somehwere that has to do with it. now, I would like it if anyone was interested.... please remeber that Van Luxemburg isn't Europe exactly, but is almost similar. it's also a different continent, the Van Luxemburgian continent. )

Woudrichem

The DAF slowly pulled the trailer off the terrain, and stopped at the traffic lights. Lankaar looked after it, until it vanished out of sight, driving towards the A27, to pick up goods in the port of Rotterdam. He then walked inside the building again, where a large Volvo was parked. it's trailer was being loaded, and the Large torpedo nose almost didn't fit in the garage. it was the proud of the company, and Steven was to drive it. he imported it himself, a year ago, from the USA. the paperwork was a hell to get through, but afterwards, it was no problem for the Van Luxemburgian Police and Government. sometimes Van Luxemburgian Policiers even stopped him, to just peek inside the large cabin. it was imponating, but there were a few drawbacks. first, it wasn't able to transport as much as the normal DAF, Volvo and Renault trucks. second, it's fueltank was empty fairly quickly, thanks to the thirsty engine. but it was his baby. Steven opened the door, and got inside. after the loading was completed, The Truck drove off, sounding the large airhorns on the roof. Steven was now away. for a few weeks, travelling around the Western provinces to deliver Computers.

Many Vehicles were on the A27, as it was rushhour. it was five o'clock, and most Van Luxemburgians got their dinner in the northern provinces around that time, so people wanted to get home quickly. the Volvo VN slowly moved forward, in the large line of boring cars. Steven wasn't making any progress, and wasn't able to return. it was a shame, that even the main A27, four lanes on each side, was blocked at five o'clock, on a normal working day.
"This is SLAM FM, we get the latest hits for you! but first, the local traffic info. a Traffic jam on the A27, because of a traffic accident. 4km in length. no other Traffic problems worth to mention, on to the Depeche Mode."
The radio began to play the known music of the Top 40 song, which Steven already had heard a thousand times, so it looked like. He turned up the volume and began to sing with the lead singer, as the MC began to crackle and a message came through.
"Steven, that you? man, I thought I heard someone which was being murdered!"
"Oh, Wally, good to hear from you, where 're you now?"
"A27, right behind you."
"Thanks for the info, but I rather want to know where you're heading"
"Well, If my Truck indicates italy, it should be, isn't it?"
"then we could drive up together, I need to get to Florence, with stops in Germany, Switzerland and Milano."
"Perfect man. I'll follow you."
The Two trucks drove for a minute, and then were stopped again by the cars in front.

A27, Belgium

The two vehicles drove through the landscape, which had greatly changed since they left. the mills were replaced by shops to buy snacks, and there were more hills than ever.
"after 300m, take exit 43, direction Deutschland"
"Yes, Ma'am."
The trucks rolled off the motorway, steadily heading for the A2, leading to Germany. Steven felt his pocket. thank god it was stil there. with "it", he meant the FN 9mm pistol, manufactured in Herstal, Belgium. instead of buying it off VDZ & VL, he just catched a plane to Belgium and got it there. Van Luxemburgian quality couldn't take on the Belgian quality most of the time. it was in everything, unfortunately. but he didn't care. he was here, not there.
"Hey, Steve, I think we've got some problems right ahead"
"What is it, Wally?"
"Customs. on the provincial border"
"Well, we're safe then. no GLM assaults there."
The Terroristic GLM had been intensifying attacks on trucks since a while. The vehicle's cabin was filled with gas, to get the driver in a deep sleep, while the trailer was emptied and loaded over. most truckdrivers therefore had a gas alarm, aswell as a pistol, to defend themselves. it luckily didn't happen before with Steven's company, but you couldn't know if it would happen. most drivers also sleep on TIR parkings, to ensure their security. he didn't. all too expensive, was his opinion.

A61, Hockenheimring

The trucks slowly decelerated and stopped infront of the restaurant, which had a maginificent sight of the Hockenheimring and the rolling green hills of the Eifel. Steven got out, and met up with Wally, which had parked it's truck right behind his.The two Volvo's, one VN780 and an FH16 stood in the sun, still shiney of the polish.
"C'mon, let's get something to eat"
The two men walked towards the restaurant, and shut off their trucks meanwhile.
"Hey"
The cold steel of a barrel was pushed in Wally's neck, and the men stood still where they were. Steven didn't knew what was going on, but stalled of the fear that something happened.
"Okay. simple. get me the keys of your vehicle,and I won't hurt you. if you don't, I'll have to hurt you, sadly enough."
at that point, Steven slowly began to reach for his pistol, which had been covered by his clothes for a while.
"Okay, You, no movement. hand me the gun"
"Between your ribs, yes"
The thief began to feel uncomfortable, as he was unsure of what to say.
"One false movement and I'll shoot him"
At that time, Wally got involved. he began to say something, but wasn't able.
"Let... It... Take... him...."
Wally pulled the keys out of his pocket and gave them to the thief.
"Okay, bye bye, fools"
The thief made it's way back to the truck, but not in Stevens time. He aimed the FN BDA9 and fired, barely missing the thief, but hitting the truck, shattering the left window. he fired again, but the bullet missed again, and made a flight towards the tire. it however barely shot over it and hit the orange coloured plates near the door. The man got in the vehicle and drove off, almost ramming a Renault car coming from the opposite side. It vanished out of sight a minute later.