Sarania-Lindaria
13-12-2007, 23:21
OOC: Please delete the other threads I had created. This thread unveils the new face of Sarania-Lindaria with a national celebration that all are welcome to attend. I know this is a long post but I felt like making a long post about a supermodel who becomes the Prime Minister.
A young woman walked to the podium of the now restored Legislative Assembly of Sarania-Lindaria, long filled with cobwebs and dust. An audience of politicians, reporters and youth watched the young woman attentively, some admiring her voluptuous beauty rather than her ability for making excellent speeches. This woman was never really expected to be here today, no one thought she would be inclined to become the Prime Minister, let alone a politician. Vera Huntley originally was the nation's most famous supermodel but now had retired from modeling to become the leader of over fifty million people. Her husband, Harold Huntley (often called the "Lucky Bastard" for obvious reasons) sat behind his wife and calmly listened to her speak in the seductively charming voice that almost had her made into one of those call girls who you could chat with over the phone.
"Today is a new era for our nation. Once led by an oppressive government who left us with an imploded economy, my government has brought the economy to a reasonable level. Some of you may complain about the restrictions on political rights.....but those are temporary until we have consolidated the power of reform..." Vera continued to speak with such oratorical passion that some people begin to focus on what she was saying rather than what she was wearing: her clothes made her look like a wealthy secretary.
How did Mrs. Huntley become a politician? Why did she abandon modeling? Born into a lower middle class family, Vera was the oldest daughter and had began her modeling career at fourteen when she was, as usual with models, seen by one of those agents who offered her a contract. In several years, she had already charmed plenty of men and the occassional lesbians. Vera turned to politics when she saw her neighborhood become a ghetto filled with prostitutes, drug dealers and the hordes of addicts, child molesters and other people often said to be the downtrodden spawn of poverty, rejected by the more fortunate of society. It took her years to become the leader of a neighborhood bloc, a branch of the Reformist League (she had enough of seeing the decaying of her neighborhood) and then the most viable choice for the post of Prime Minister after President Clay was assassinated by a college student who had luckily escaped the cold hands of Death. That student, only known as Jeremy, became an instant hero, a modern day Herostratus. Right now he lived with his girlfriend who only cared about herself being thankful that he survived.
"Our government, hopeful that the nations of the world will look upon Sarania-Lindaria favorably, has decided to hold a national celebration that dignitaries from foreign nations are more than welcome to attend....."
The Royal Family had been in perpetual house arrest at Redmond for so many years since the constitutional monarchy was overthrown. The young King Adam VIII had been called by Vera Huntley to the capital city where he would be crowned. Vera had always respected the monarchy since her childhood and wanted it to survive. Adam VIII had already been crowned and was in the process of looking for a wife for himself, since the Old Government prevented him from leaving Redmond during the last years of their regime.
"The celebration will show the world that Sarania-Lindaria has begun to rebuild after years of being a private hell for millions. We will construct the fortresses of democracy and responsible government in our nation which was built by our prestigious forefathers in the 17th Century...."
The citizens who cared about politics celebrated in the streets while some continued to live their lives as if nothing had really changed. Farmers continued to work, businessmen continued to manage companies and children continued to go to school (until a national holiday was declared).
The city of Royalton, long known as the capital of the nation, had been decorated to the brim in exquisite decorations by government workers preparing for the possible influx of foreign visitors. Marching bands were preparing their instruments while stern and emotionless security guards were being taught how to deal effectively with troublemakers. The official greeter, Stephanie, was being taught how to properly greet foreign visitors at King Adam I International Airport and how to escort them to the National Hotel.
"The Old Government is dead. Long live Reform!" Vera shouted at the top of her lungs with such passion (all to end her speech) that people responded with unanimous cheering and applause. Her husband grabbed her and smiled before they kissed, a few uttering: "That lucky bastard." The crowds dissipated and Vera and Harold walked into an armoured limosuine which drove to the Prime Minister's townhouse, not the old penthouse Harold inherited from his father (Harold would give it to his eldest son if he did well in his studies).
"Our children should be pleased that their mother is now the Prime Minister." Harold said calmly as he poured himself a glass of champagne. He smiled at his wife and took a sip. Harold had hoped to have some alone time with Vera but knew she had to attend the celebration and so did he.
"Of course they should be. I am doing this all for them. They deserve a better nation to live in than the loathed and hated hell that Clay created." Vera said almost sternly before she smiled and kissed her husband and looked out the window. She knew her duties as the Prime Minister and hoped she could fulfill them all. The limosuine stopped at the townhouse and Harold held Vera's hand as they walked in together, perhaps to enjoy some time alone before the visitors arrived to see how Sarania-Lindaria would be under the regime of Mrs. Huntley.
A young woman walked to the podium of the now restored Legislative Assembly of Sarania-Lindaria, long filled with cobwebs and dust. An audience of politicians, reporters and youth watched the young woman attentively, some admiring her voluptuous beauty rather than her ability for making excellent speeches. This woman was never really expected to be here today, no one thought she would be inclined to become the Prime Minister, let alone a politician. Vera Huntley originally was the nation's most famous supermodel but now had retired from modeling to become the leader of over fifty million people. Her husband, Harold Huntley (often called the "Lucky Bastard" for obvious reasons) sat behind his wife and calmly listened to her speak in the seductively charming voice that almost had her made into one of those call girls who you could chat with over the phone.
"Today is a new era for our nation. Once led by an oppressive government who left us with an imploded economy, my government has brought the economy to a reasonable level. Some of you may complain about the restrictions on political rights.....but those are temporary until we have consolidated the power of reform..." Vera continued to speak with such oratorical passion that some people begin to focus on what she was saying rather than what she was wearing: her clothes made her look like a wealthy secretary.
How did Mrs. Huntley become a politician? Why did she abandon modeling? Born into a lower middle class family, Vera was the oldest daughter and had began her modeling career at fourteen when she was, as usual with models, seen by one of those agents who offered her a contract. In several years, she had already charmed plenty of men and the occassional lesbians. Vera turned to politics when she saw her neighborhood become a ghetto filled with prostitutes, drug dealers and the hordes of addicts, child molesters and other people often said to be the downtrodden spawn of poverty, rejected by the more fortunate of society. It took her years to become the leader of a neighborhood bloc, a branch of the Reformist League (she had enough of seeing the decaying of her neighborhood) and then the most viable choice for the post of Prime Minister after President Clay was assassinated by a college student who had luckily escaped the cold hands of Death. That student, only known as Jeremy, became an instant hero, a modern day Herostratus. Right now he lived with his girlfriend who only cared about herself being thankful that he survived.
"Our government, hopeful that the nations of the world will look upon Sarania-Lindaria favorably, has decided to hold a national celebration that dignitaries from foreign nations are more than welcome to attend....."
The Royal Family had been in perpetual house arrest at Redmond for so many years since the constitutional monarchy was overthrown. The young King Adam VIII had been called by Vera Huntley to the capital city where he would be crowned. Vera had always respected the monarchy since her childhood and wanted it to survive. Adam VIII had already been crowned and was in the process of looking for a wife for himself, since the Old Government prevented him from leaving Redmond during the last years of their regime.
"The celebration will show the world that Sarania-Lindaria has begun to rebuild after years of being a private hell for millions. We will construct the fortresses of democracy and responsible government in our nation which was built by our prestigious forefathers in the 17th Century...."
The citizens who cared about politics celebrated in the streets while some continued to live their lives as if nothing had really changed. Farmers continued to work, businessmen continued to manage companies and children continued to go to school (until a national holiday was declared).
The city of Royalton, long known as the capital of the nation, had been decorated to the brim in exquisite decorations by government workers preparing for the possible influx of foreign visitors. Marching bands were preparing their instruments while stern and emotionless security guards were being taught how to deal effectively with troublemakers. The official greeter, Stephanie, was being taught how to properly greet foreign visitors at King Adam I International Airport and how to escort them to the National Hotel.
"The Old Government is dead. Long live Reform!" Vera shouted at the top of her lungs with such passion (all to end her speech) that people responded with unanimous cheering and applause. Her husband grabbed her and smiled before they kissed, a few uttering: "That lucky bastard." The crowds dissipated and Vera and Harold walked into an armoured limosuine which drove to the Prime Minister's townhouse, not the old penthouse Harold inherited from his father (Harold would give it to his eldest son if he did well in his studies).
"Our children should be pleased that their mother is now the Prime Minister." Harold said calmly as he poured himself a glass of champagne. He smiled at his wife and took a sip. Harold had hoped to have some alone time with Vera but knew she had to attend the celebration and so did he.
"Of course they should be. I am doing this all for them. They deserve a better nation to live in than the loathed and hated hell that Clay created." Vera said almost sternly before she smiled and kissed her husband and looked out the window. She knew her duties as the Prime Minister and hoped she could fulfill them all. The limosuine stopped at the townhouse and Harold held Vera's hand as they walked in together, perhaps to enjoy some time alone before the visitors arrived to see how Sarania-Lindaria would be under the regime of Mrs. Huntley.