New Ausha
19-09-2007, 00:46
Snow battered the once sun soaked streets of Mateels international district. The "ivory wolf", a spectacular achievement of modern innovation and construction design stood tall and commanding over the frozen night. Though it was but late September, New Aushas national cold front had once again come. In the north this was typical, but for southern and central provinces, the short summer, and tiny Autumn had expired. This would keep up till late march when a feeble spring would begin yet again.
For now, New Ausha was hosting a party at this event. Accommodations could yield up too 7000 persons, and already, 4000 were New Aushan socialites, fortune 500 figures, political persons, and many others. The world was welcome too this event on such a night. The nearby airport, one of Mateels many dozen international airports was perfectly fit too accommodate foreign visitors.
In the snow Captain Jaskarls breath flew across the street, as he shivered in his thick coat. His security, some 100 plainclothes political security personnel, and other 150 uniformed soldiers were armed well, and trained equally as respectably, but nonetheless the air tasted foul too Jaskarls tongue.
And indeed, things are foul in Mateel. For as the guests continue too arrive, too savor in the leisures of pomp and circumstance, of vodka and champagne, an unrestful political movement has yet too become lethal.
Jaskarl, Head security officer of the Ivory Wolf stood tall and thin, his thinning black hair hidden under a sturdy Naval cap. He smiled as the visitors arrived. Senator Chrechenko arrived, shaking his hand.
"Alot of fat cats tonight eh?"
Jaskarl nodded, his personal disdain for the man nearly boiling over at every word that passed from his thin lips.
"Well lets keep it tight tonight, no foul ups."
Jaskarls fists clenched in his leather gloves.
Things were different for Evonne Wintersby, who stood at the bar, in an ivory white dress, matching her hair flawlessly. Her dark brown complexion contradicted her attire beautifully, as she sipped gingerly from her glass. She smiled at the men she determined too be too her taste as they entered.
"Any news on the Ministers arrival?"
An equally as young plainclothes guard shrugged.
"The Minister is too arrive later, though I haven't heared much."
Things were going too be set in motion tonight, for the black Autumn has long been restless, and their taste for Aushan blood is strong.
OOC: RP guests please, standard RP with a twist.
For now, New Ausha was hosting a party at this event. Accommodations could yield up too 7000 persons, and already, 4000 were New Aushan socialites, fortune 500 figures, political persons, and many others. The world was welcome too this event on such a night. The nearby airport, one of Mateels many dozen international airports was perfectly fit too accommodate foreign visitors.
In the snow Captain Jaskarls breath flew across the street, as he shivered in his thick coat. His security, some 100 plainclothes political security personnel, and other 150 uniformed soldiers were armed well, and trained equally as respectably, but nonetheless the air tasted foul too Jaskarls tongue.
And indeed, things are foul in Mateel. For as the guests continue too arrive, too savor in the leisures of pomp and circumstance, of vodka and champagne, an unrestful political movement has yet too become lethal.
Jaskarl, Head security officer of the Ivory Wolf stood tall and thin, his thinning black hair hidden under a sturdy Naval cap. He smiled as the visitors arrived. Senator Chrechenko arrived, shaking his hand.
"Alot of fat cats tonight eh?"
Jaskarl nodded, his personal disdain for the man nearly boiling over at every word that passed from his thin lips.
"Well lets keep it tight tonight, no foul ups."
Jaskarls fists clenched in his leather gloves.
Things were different for Evonne Wintersby, who stood at the bar, in an ivory white dress, matching her hair flawlessly. Her dark brown complexion contradicted her attire beautifully, as she sipped gingerly from her glass. She smiled at the men she determined too be too her taste as they entered.
"Any news on the Ministers arrival?"
An equally as young plainclothes guard shrugged.
"The Minister is too arrive later, though I haven't heared much."
Things were going too be set in motion tonight, for the black Autumn has long been restless, and their taste for Aushan blood is strong.
OOC: RP guests please, standard RP with a twist.