Wanderjar
14-01-2008, 14:02
Christopher Blair began his day as he would have any other. He awoke slowly, rising from his bed and lightly tapping the button on his alarm clock to shut the bloody thing up, and fumbled around the mahogany wood floor for his slippers. Tightening the lace on his maroon robe, he walked across his room towards the bathroom wherein he turned the knob to his shower head and inserted his hand into the warm stream emitting from the nozzle. He removed his robe and entered the shower, letting the now hotter water run across his body, removing the nights sweat and odour. Having finished this, he exited and recrossed his room to the dresser and removed a black suit, white dress shirt, and a scarlet tie which he fancied.
Slicking back his black hair, and correcting his tie, he smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He was a younger man, in his early forties, and this was considerable for State President of this country. And today, the day that had begun just as any other, would be different in that it was his first day in propagating that office.
“Good morning Mr. President,” his secretary said. She was a delightful young girl by the name of Anna Booth, straight from university and full of life and energy. She would be invaluable on his staff. He reminded himself quickly that everyone was important. “May I get you anything?”
“Yes Anna, could you fetch me a cup of coffee?” He replied kindly, still looking in his mirror.
“Yes Mr. Blair. I’ll have it in a second.” She then ran off to fetch his drink, long brunette hair hanging in long locks flapping behind her. He exited his room and walked down the hall where he was immediately greeted by the Chief of Staff, General Errol Fairbanks.
“Good morning to you sir,” He said giving a salute. “How was your first sleep in the Presidential residence?”
“It was excellent General Fairbanks. I trust you slept well too?”
“Quite. Are you apprehensive at all?”
“A tad. More excited really. Though I do suppose my stomach has it’s fair share of butterflies about now.” The General laughed.
“That’s more than understandable. I’d be concerned if you weren’t nervous!” He put his hand on the State President’s shoulder. “Shall we walk? I feel it necessary to brief you on the military situation of our great nation.”
“Very well then General, do lead on.” With that the general led Blair outside into the Presidential Garden. Within was a series of maze-like pathways surrounded by greenery of every kind, flowers and bushes, trees and ponds, it was a charming addition to a marvelous estate.
“Mr. President,” The General began, walking along one of the paths as the warm sun beat down upon them. “Our military is, as you know, a very good one. We have approximately seventy four million men strong, all volunteers, and all well trained and equipped. We have several branches and sub-branches of the services. Of these there is the Army, Air Force, Navy, and Active Citizen Forces. The focus of our military is obviously the Army and Airforce, considering that we are predominately defensive in nature as oppose to offensive. Our navy is predominately consisting of destroyers and riverine patrol boats, as defending our coastline is simply not feasible with a naval war, nor truly necessary. Any opponent would simply be driven into a protracted guerrilla war and ultimately slaughtered should they even attempt an invasion. The Active Citizen Forces are in effect reserves made up of the general populace. All military age young men are required to participate in the drilling and training once a month, etc, etc. You know all of that I know, considering you were in the Commandoes and later an Officer in the ACF!” Both men laughed, and the general continued. “Now then, we have the several Commando brigades attached to the larger 1 Commando Division. There is also 32 Battalion, the South African Special Air Service (SASAS), and the Sealous Scouts from Rhodesia. Those make up our Special Services Units, under the Special Services Command. There are several commands which are the Head Quarters centers for the military, and all form the Commanders of the various South African Army Corps. All branches of the service function in the same way. Now then, I believe since I’ve covered everything of the military nature, I shall pass you on to your Economics Advisor. Now where in the bloody hell did that man go?” The General asked frustrated.
“I’m over here!” Called out a thick English voice. “Good day to you, Mr. Blair!”
“Good day to you as well Mr. Collins. How’s the family?”
“Splendid, just splendid. Now, if you’ll walk about with me I shall explain the economic situation in the country. As you know, apartheid has kept the African and Asian ethnic groups in relative destitution when compared to the white populace, however when compared with the rest of this bloody continent, they truly have nothing to complain about. They have health care, jobs, money, food, and housing. So on that subject, I believe that is all you truly need to concern yourself with. As for the market, our economy is on the rise, we have one of the largest private sectors in the world, and our economy is said to be among the fastest growing, so as we build more infrastructure and more production capabilities grow within our nation, it will only get better for the foreseeable future.”
“That’s good to hear!” Mr. Blair said gladly, his eyebrows raising.
“Yes indeed!” Mr. Collins replied. “I am most certain that you and I shall continue to collaborate on this matter and ensure a green market for the duration of your Presidency. Soon enough you’ll need to go before the Parliamentary houses to discuss budgeting matters, for the time being, I believe you may relax. Your first day will likely call for paper signing, meetings with other cabinet officials, and little else.” Extending his hand, Mr. Collins grasped Mr. Blair’s hand. “It is going to be a pleasure to work with you sir.”
“As it will be to work with you, Mr. Collins. Let us continue our stroll then I must retire to my office to begin the days work.” And with that, the first day of State President Blair’s rule over the Republic of South Africa began.
(OOC: Only a sparing few of my mates in NS were made aware of this action, so I'll explain it here. Ineffect, I'm putting "Old Wanderjar" on pause due to the fact that I have grown bored with it, and instead have decided to play with something new. I'm simply going to call it South Africa, since it encompasses the same landmass.)
Slicking back his black hair, and correcting his tie, he smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He was a younger man, in his early forties, and this was considerable for State President of this country. And today, the day that had begun just as any other, would be different in that it was his first day in propagating that office.
“Good morning Mr. President,” his secretary said. She was a delightful young girl by the name of Anna Booth, straight from university and full of life and energy. She would be invaluable on his staff. He reminded himself quickly that everyone was important. “May I get you anything?”
“Yes Anna, could you fetch me a cup of coffee?” He replied kindly, still looking in his mirror.
“Yes Mr. Blair. I’ll have it in a second.” She then ran off to fetch his drink, long brunette hair hanging in long locks flapping behind her. He exited his room and walked down the hall where he was immediately greeted by the Chief of Staff, General Errol Fairbanks.
“Good morning to you sir,” He said giving a salute. “How was your first sleep in the Presidential residence?”
“It was excellent General Fairbanks. I trust you slept well too?”
“Quite. Are you apprehensive at all?”
“A tad. More excited really. Though I do suppose my stomach has it’s fair share of butterflies about now.” The General laughed.
“That’s more than understandable. I’d be concerned if you weren’t nervous!” He put his hand on the State President’s shoulder. “Shall we walk? I feel it necessary to brief you on the military situation of our great nation.”
“Very well then General, do lead on.” With that the general led Blair outside into the Presidential Garden. Within was a series of maze-like pathways surrounded by greenery of every kind, flowers and bushes, trees and ponds, it was a charming addition to a marvelous estate.
“Mr. President,” The General began, walking along one of the paths as the warm sun beat down upon them. “Our military is, as you know, a very good one. We have approximately seventy four million men strong, all volunteers, and all well trained and equipped. We have several branches and sub-branches of the services. Of these there is the Army, Air Force, Navy, and Active Citizen Forces. The focus of our military is obviously the Army and Airforce, considering that we are predominately defensive in nature as oppose to offensive. Our navy is predominately consisting of destroyers and riverine patrol boats, as defending our coastline is simply not feasible with a naval war, nor truly necessary. Any opponent would simply be driven into a protracted guerrilla war and ultimately slaughtered should they even attempt an invasion. The Active Citizen Forces are in effect reserves made up of the general populace. All military age young men are required to participate in the drilling and training once a month, etc, etc. You know all of that I know, considering you were in the Commandoes and later an Officer in the ACF!” Both men laughed, and the general continued. “Now then, we have the several Commando brigades attached to the larger 1 Commando Division. There is also 32 Battalion, the South African Special Air Service (SASAS), and the Sealous Scouts from Rhodesia. Those make up our Special Services Units, under the Special Services Command. There are several commands which are the Head Quarters centers for the military, and all form the Commanders of the various South African Army Corps. All branches of the service function in the same way. Now then, I believe since I’ve covered everything of the military nature, I shall pass you on to your Economics Advisor. Now where in the bloody hell did that man go?” The General asked frustrated.
“I’m over here!” Called out a thick English voice. “Good day to you, Mr. Blair!”
“Good day to you as well Mr. Collins. How’s the family?”
“Splendid, just splendid. Now, if you’ll walk about with me I shall explain the economic situation in the country. As you know, apartheid has kept the African and Asian ethnic groups in relative destitution when compared to the white populace, however when compared with the rest of this bloody continent, they truly have nothing to complain about. They have health care, jobs, money, food, and housing. So on that subject, I believe that is all you truly need to concern yourself with. As for the market, our economy is on the rise, we have one of the largest private sectors in the world, and our economy is said to be among the fastest growing, so as we build more infrastructure and more production capabilities grow within our nation, it will only get better for the foreseeable future.”
“That’s good to hear!” Mr. Blair said gladly, his eyebrows raising.
“Yes indeed!” Mr. Collins replied. “I am most certain that you and I shall continue to collaborate on this matter and ensure a green market for the duration of your Presidency. Soon enough you’ll need to go before the Parliamentary houses to discuss budgeting matters, for the time being, I believe you may relax. Your first day will likely call for paper signing, meetings with other cabinet officials, and little else.” Extending his hand, Mr. Collins grasped Mr. Blair’s hand. “It is going to be a pleasure to work with you sir.”
“As it will be to work with you, Mr. Collins. Let us continue our stroll then I must retire to my office to begin the days work.” And with that, the first day of State President Blair’s rule over the Republic of South Africa began.
(OOC: Only a sparing few of my mates in NS were made aware of this action, so I'll explain it here. Ineffect, I'm putting "Old Wanderjar" on pause due to the fact that I have grown bored with it, and instead have decided to play with something new. I'm simply going to call it South Africa, since it encompasses the same landmass.)