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Royal Palace Protest Massacre(Open)

Izmiristan
07-06-2006, 01:27
It was early on a Tuesday morning. As Citizens across Izmiristan prepared for Prayer, some 275 students began to gather in the Capital for a pre-planned protests against the current regime, for its false promises and eagerness to supress democratic movements and ties with non-islamic nations, and claimed that these were hurting the future for Izmiristan. Over the next 2 hours, organizers planned for nearly 2,000 protesters to move upon the Holy Leaders Palace and stage a massive week-long protest to his regime, and demand reform.

Zmir Ahtolla was a factory worker in the cities Zakir District, working in a textile plant. As he awoke early that morning he walked into his small kitchen nook and began to heat up tea from a cabinent. Today he would not be going to work. Instead, he would leave his wife and two small children, and meet with eight other workers from his plant who worked on his shift. They, along with a number of other people would meet outside the bakery off the the Highway onramp and walk to the Royal Palace, were they would protest all day.

Zmir walked outside, and his closest friend, Adullah sat leaning against an old, rusting Mercedes 190E, whistling an unfimiliar song. Zmir walked over, and Adullah sat up. "Zmir my friend ! Are you ready to go ?" Zmir opened the door, and climbed into the passenger seat. "Yes, but what about the other workers ?" Adullah started the engine, before glancing at Zmir quickly. "They will meet us there. Caliph is driving them to the meeting place."

The car started off onto the road, with small children sitting on the curbs, market carts passing, and agitated drivers honking as people crossed the street. As they pulled off onto a main street the first signs of the protest were seen. 3 Women stood at an intersection, holding a large sign proclaiming "Freedom for all people, Reforms now !" The other 2 held handwritten messages and Izmiristani flags. Although it was early, the sun began to bear down upon the city early. Adullah rolled up the windows, and tried to turn the Air Conditioning on to no avail. "Dammit, i hate this car." He slammed his fist on the center console, and the air began to flow. "There we go ! So, how did your wife responed when you told her you were going to protest ?" Zmir moved quickly. "Well...I did not tell her actually.." A broad smile came across Adullah's face. "You Dog !" he laughed jokingly.

Adullah had been a good friend of Zmir as long as he could remember, ever since secondary school. They had grown up nearby each other, and spent many nights hanging out and playing boardgames. Adullah had a wife and no children, but was planning on having several. Zmir was terribly worrysome of what his wife would think, but he had left her a short note on the Kitchen's table. "And were here !" Adullah proclaimed loudly, pulling alongside several shops near the overpass, were nearly 150 people had already gathered.

As they stepped out, Caliph's Yellow Audi A4 pulled up behind them, and several other workers climbed out. "Hello men, are you ready to walk several miles ?" Caliph said jokingly. Zmir started to respond, but Adullah and two others had already began walking ahead. Zmir grabbed Caliph shouting "Let's get going, we do not want to get left behind and go to work !"
Kanami
07-06-2006, 02:48
(OOC: so basically do we chose a protester character or something and go with it?)
Izmiristan
07-06-2006, 03:08
Zmir ran quickly to catch up with his fellow workers. They had joined a large group of 150 or so in walking to the central plaza. Similar groups were also on the way. "Adullah, how long do you think it will take us to reach the plaza" questioned one of the workers. "Now Amir, don't you think you are being a bit hasty my friend ?" Adullah replied. "I think not good man, i actually think we should walk a bit faster." The group quickened their pace toward the head of the group, as Zmir walked slightly behind, admiring the scenery of Zakar. While the area was made up mostly of ugly tan residentail blocks for miles around, the area alongside the Feshri tribute of the mighty Shazkah river was peaceful and full of greenery. Small benches lined the riverside, with small shops and parking lots that gave a sense of happiness to those nearby.

Adullah finally shook Zmir quickly, and began to pull him ahead by his shirt. "Now is not the time to enjoy your surroundings Zmir, lets go, you see, the rest of the group is far ahead of us !" They began to run to catch up with the other workers. They had been walking for nearly half and hour when they came to Main Street. "The plaza is not far away now my friends." Amir turned to Zmir and the other's, a small grin on his face. They quickly ran across the 4-lane street, dodging traffic and bikeriders, before reaching the Plaza gates. The guards of the entrance had been notified ahead of time and had actually joined the protests, leaving the gates wide open.

Some 100 people had already gathered there, wating for more to arrive. They sat on the ground and on any available benches, stools or anything elevated in general. Ministers and members of the Internal Cabinent began to walk out onto balconies, while people using megaphones shouted toward them. "We want reform, we want change !"
Izmiristan
07-06-2006, 03:10
(OOC: so basically do we chose a protester character or something and go with it?)

(OOC- Yes, basicly.)
Izmiristan
08-06-2006, 00:38
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