Toopoxia
05-03-2007, 03:49
Almost 20 of Toopoxias elite Intelligentia class sat at tables dotted about the high ranking resturant in the middle of the business district of Volitaia, the small noise coming from the kitchens slightly distracted the patrons from their dinner but not enough to cause alarm.
indentSara sat across from her ex-husband tearing at a napkin, attempting to distract herself from the want to take him home right now, she had been away from him for 2 weeks now and she had slowly come to realise that maybe she had made a mistake.
indentNiklaus did not feel the same way, he had been informed via one of Sara's friends that Sara was now pregnant, he was sure that this was some rouse to get him to raise the child, he wasn't going to be the one to fall for it, "So." He began, making vonversation was difficult oweing to the difficult past.
indent"How's work?" He managed, it was a lame excuse to talk but it was simple, he began his usual phasing out routing, simply staring into space and nodding, concentrating on the background noises like how a young family had just entered and a promosing waitress broke down in tears after having been fired for the fifth time.
indentSara finished talking and let the table slip once more into silence, a shoddy looking car pulled up outside and a unkempt looking man got out, Sara felt her heart sank, no doubt the man would be shunned from this place but not without creating a scene.
The man entered into the resturant and was immediatly greeted by an usher who attempted to force the man out, there was, as Sara had feared, a scene, the man began to shout "I USED TO OWN THIS PLACE!!!" Over and over until someone would take note, the patrons instead hid their faces.
indentEventually the man left angrilly, pulling a hood over his face and returning to his car, such economic situation they were living in that once wealthy people were now forced onto the street, the man seemingly rallied had taken back to the resturant entrance, there was another scuffle.
indentBANG!!! Sara and the rest of the resturant patrons and staff alike pulled to the floor screaming, the gunshot rang in everyones ears as the usher collapsed to the ground, the man swang the pistol round blasting away at his stresses, the manager, father to 3 and valued pillar of the community, dead, the fired waitress, shot three times, an orthodox priest, and finally as the mag came down to two bullets, the man pushed the gun into Sara's temple, Niklaus jumped onto the assailants back and attempted to sieze the weapon, a gunshot went off again narrowly missing Sara and smashing a window, one bullet left.
indentOne last gunshot ripped its way through Niklaus's neck piercing his throat and causing him to bleed out, Sara began to cry and held her palm to Nik's neck, the man took a shard of the broken window and cried as he held the shard to his own neck, he pulled it viciously across the fragile appendage.
indentSara continued to cry and she looked down the street, Police crews arrived too late for this crime, they secured the dead and the criminal before their attention was pulled away by an unrelated explosion, "Shit!!!" One of the Police Officers cried, "Scratch that Sergeant, make it six explosions and seven massacres." He rather coldly stated, today was not turning out too good.
****
The Police sergeant knew the gunshots and explosions were an unrelated coincidence, but there was somewhat a tenuous link, the economy had been dealing pretty poor hands and the Police were facing a recent crime wave, it seemed as though the poor and entrodden were making their stand, afterall so far only the busy residential apartments had been targetted, and all the gunshots were being performed by former rich arseholes.
indentAs the thought crossed through his mind he was interupted by his meek looking young deputy who had a smug look of knowledge upon his face, "You might want to see this." Sergeant Bruschev got quickly to his feet and followed the deputy into the comicly named coffee room, a TV had been turned to full volume and it showed the always attractive Natalya Blaikov announce the news in Latin for the Intelligent viewer.
indent"-A video tape secured today..." She announced, "and yet to be presented to the Police..." Bruschev's heart sank, that showed poor abilities for the Police and we would likely not see any-more of Blaikov for a time, "Has been given to TNN, it was given by a group calling themselves the Red Night Brigade, former military personell who have announced their intentions to depose Du'font by the end of the year, we will now show this video in full."
indentBruschev leaned in closer as the masked face of a male aged about 20 years came onto the screen, "Good evening citizens of Toopoxia, as you eat your dinner you should be aware that we of the Red Nights are here with you, we will fight for your rights, those of the downtrodden and the so called Sillinidj which shall be no more, and to those of you Police Officers watching this, the explosions will continue, and if you attempt to track us we will simply gain in number." The announcement ended and Bruschev relaxed.
indentHe looked around to see everyone staring at him intently, "What, we can't do anything, we're not the anti-terror branch!"
****
What was more worrying than the video was the version that slipped its way onto the internet, there it was for all to see, a public announcement for assistence from the Red Nights, Du'font, the leader of Toopoxia, stared at the poor quality video on his third viewing, the words "International assistence required." Made him grunt in anger.
indentHe clicked play again as the video came to a close, there they were, the Red Nights which he had heard casually mentioned before in light conversation, now they were making their move and they seemed entirely ready to take over the nation, and Du'font would rather die than see Communists in charge, though it would be likely that they would kill him before they too charge anyway.
indentWell if he was going to get bogged down by third world tinpot communist nations then he may aswell call in his own outside assistence.
(OOC: Feel free to just jump right on in, whether ye're Capitolist or Commie, it's all open.)
indentSara sat across from her ex-husband tearing at a napkin, attempting to distract herself from the want to take him home right now, she had been away from him for 2 weeks now and she had slowly come to realise that maybe she had made a mistake.
indentNiklaus did not feel the same way, he had been informed via one of Sara's friends that Sara was now pregnant, he was sure that this was some rouse to get him to raise the child, he wasn't going to be the one to fall for it, "So." He began, making vonversation was difficult oweing to the difficult past.
indent"How's work?" He managed, it was a lame excuse to talk but it was simple, he began his usual phasing out routing, simply staring into space and nodding, concentrating on the background noises like how a young family had just entered and a promosing waitress broke down in tears after having been fired for the fifth time.
indentSara finished talking and let the table slip once more into silence, a shoddy looking car pulled up outside and a unkempt looking man got out, Sara felt her heart sank, no doubt the man would be shunned from this place but not without creating a scene.
The man entered into the resturant and was immediatly greeted by an usher who attempted to force the man out, there was, as Sara had feared, a scene, the man began to shout "I USED TO OWN THIS PLACE!!!" Over and over until someone would take note, the patrons instead hid their faces.
indentEventually the man left angrilly, pulling a hood over his face and returning to his car, such economic situation they were living in that once wealthy people were now forced onto the street, the man seemingly rallied had taken back to the resturant entrance, there was another scuffle.
indentBANG!!! Sara and the rest of the resturant patrons and staff alike pulled to the floor screaming, the gunshot rang in everyones ears as the usher collapsed to the ground, the man swang the pistol round blasting away at his stresses, the manager, father to 3 and valued pillar of the community, dead, the fired waitress, shot three times, an orthodox priest, and finally as the mag came down to two bullets, the man pushed the gun into Sara's temple, Niklaus jumped onto the assailants back and attempted to sieze the weapon, a gunshot went off again narrowly missing Sara and smashing a window, one bullet left.
indentOne last gunshot ripped its way through Niklaus's neck piercing his throat and causing him to bleed out, Sara began to cry and held her palm to Nik's neck, the man took a shard of the broken window and cried as he held the shard to his own neck, he pulled it viciously across the fragile appendage.
indentSara continued to cry and she looked down the street, Police crews arrived too late for this crime, they secured the dead and the criminal before their attention was pulled away by an unrelated explosion, "Shit!!!" One of the Police Officers cried, "Scratch that Sergeant, make it six explosions and seven massacres." He rather coldly stated, today was not turning out too good.
****
The Police sergeant knew the gunshots and explosions were an unrelated coincidence, but there was somewhat a tenuous link, the economy had been dealing pretty poor hands and the Police were facing a recent crime wave, it seemed as though the poor and entrodden were making their stand, afterall so far only the busy residential apartments had been targetted, and all the gunshots were being performed by former rich arseholes.
indentAs the thought crossed through his mind he was interupted by his meek looking young deputy who had a smug look of knowledge upon his face, "You might want to see this." Sergeant Bruschev got quickly to his feet and followed the deputy into the comicly named coffee room, a TV had been turned to full volume and it showed the always attractive Natalya Blaikov announce the news in Latin for the Intelligent viewer.
indent"-A video tape secured today..." She announced, "and yet to be presented to the Police..." Bruschev's heart sank, that showed poor abilities for the Police and we would likely not see any-more of Blaikov for a time, "Has been given to TNN, it was given by a group calling themselves the Red Night Brigade, former military personell who have announced their intentions to depose Du'font by the end of the year, we will now show this video in full."
indentBruschev leaned in closer as the masked face of a male aged about 20 years came onto the screen, "Good evening citizens of Toopoxia, as you eat your dinner you should be aware that we of the Red Nights are here with you, we will fight for your rights, those of the downtrodden and the so called Sillinidj which shall be no more, and to those of you Police Officers watching this, the explosions will continue, and if you attempt to track us we will simply gain in number." The announcement ended and Bruschev relaxed.
indentHe looked around to see everyone staring at him intently, "What, we can't do anything, we're not the anti-terror branch!"
****
What was more worrying than the video was the version that slipped its way onto the internet, there it was for all to see, a public announcement for assistence from the Red Nights, Du'font, the leader of Toopoxia, stared at the poor quality video on his third viewing, the words "International assistence required." Made him grunt in anger.
indentHe clicked play again as the video came to a close, there they were, the Red Nights which he had heard casually mentioned before in light conversation, now they were making their move and they seemed entirely ready to take over the nation, and Du'font would rather die than see Communists in charge, though it would be likely that they would kill him before they too charge anyway.
indentWell if he was going to get bogged down by third world tinpot communist nations then he may aswell call in his own outside assistence.
(OOC: Feel free to just jump right on in, whether ye're Capitolist or Commie, it's all open.)