Aunesia
20-02-2007, 00:20
OOC: Forgot to mention, this is strictly closed.
AAF-001, Oro Unu
Approaching Cookesland Airspace
President Elizabeth Rowlands glanced at herself in the full-length mirror she stood before, making minor adjustments to the hair here...the skirt there. Dressed in a sharp blue jacket, with a modest-length skirt, with equally modest silver earrings, she looked just the part for her meeting with the President of Cookesland.
Her Private Secretary knocked, before entering the suite. "Captain Cook's compliments, ten minutes till we land, ma'am,"
"Very well. I'll be right out," she replied, glancing out of the small oval window, out of which she could begin to see the outline of land in the distance, below the vast orange wing of the enormous aircraft.
VIP Stand; Coricas International Airport
The large orange plane came to a final halt, left side facing the crowd of paparazzi that awaited the first President to visit the United States of Cookesland. A score or so of black-swaythed, sunglass-bearing, serious men and women in sharp suits stood facing out from the aircraft, towards which a series of towering stairs approached the many exits of the plane.
The door immiediately below the cockpit opened, and a smartly-dressed member of the aircraft's executive cabin crew's head appeared, before a large man in black stepped down the stairs. A few minutes later the President herself appeared, husband beside her, waving to the crowds.
Descending towards the waiting motorcade, President Rowlands took in the sight of the many banners of support for her anti-slavery mission, which was to be one of the key topics at today's discussions. After one last wave at the crowd, she was ushered into the waiting Bentley by her personal guard, heading off towards the centre of the capital and the Presidential Palace.
AAF-001, Oro Unu
Approaching Cookesland Airspace
President Elizabeth Rowlands glanced at herself in the full-length mirror she stood before, making minor adjustments to the hair here...the skirt there. Dressed in a sharp blue jacket, with a modest-length skirt, with equally modest silver earrings, she looked just the part for her meeting with the President of Cookesland.
Her Private Secretary knocked, before entering the suite. "Captain Cook's compliments, ten minutes till we land, ma'am,"
"Very well. I'll be right out," she replied, glancing out of the small oval window, out of which she could begin to see the outline of land in the distance, below the vast orange wing of the enormous aircraft.
VIP Stand; Coricas International Airport
The large orange plane came to a final halt, left side facing the crowd of paparazzi that awaited the first President to visit the United States of Cookesland. A score or so of black-swaythed, sunglass-bearing, serious men and women in sharp suits stood facing out from the aircraft, towards which a series of towering stairs approached the many exits of the plane.
The door immiediately below the cockpit opened, and a smartly-dressed member of the aircraft's executive cabin crew's head appeared, before a large man in black stepped down the stairs. A few minutes later the President herself appeared, husband beside her, waving to the crowds.
Descending towards the waiting motorcade, President Rowlands took in the sight of the many banners of support for her anti-slavery mission, which was to be one of the key topics at today's discussions. After one last wave at the crowd, she was ushered into the waiting Bentley by her personal guard, heading off towards the centre of the capital and the Presidential Palace.