Ursava
01-09-2008, 03:31
An Undisclosed Hotel
It was just another third-world country in some God-forsaken place and former President-for-Life Odon Pete had no idea why he had picked it for his hide-out but he had. He really had no other choice but to choose the Ursavian territorial island and it’s capitol of Papingrad because he didn’t have enough money or enough men to cover him and besides that, nobody would expect the former dictator to remain in a place that was practically official territory of the very country that had overthrown him.
He rubbed at his beard and left the room and the five women who he had picked up off the streets of Papingrad’s ‘red light district’ to rest and whenever they felt like they had done their money’s worth with his three guards, to leave. He grabbed a cigar from a box of them by the door and headed in to the hall of the apartment one of his men had bought out to get an income for their (possible) movement somewhere else…and the food, alcohol, women, and drugs that he and his men did. He walked in to what had once been the employee’s lounge and sat on the couch where he turned on the T.V. He laughed as it started playing news of his ‘explosive’ escape from the maximum-security prison on the coast-line.
The Streets of Papingrad
Odon Pete’s once notorious ‘Black Guard’ had been officially disbanded upon the election of President Zigana Saáry in to office but in reality Zigana and the rest of the government had seen the benefit of a force but they needed it to be much more secretive. Thus they fed the public an official story of how the members of the ‘Black Guard’ had been arrested (and the higher-ranked and ones not willing to help were) and sentenced to jail. In reality they were maintained as a form of wet-work operations. If caught, their existence would be denied as even being born by the Ursavian government and they would be left to die (or whatever the capturing government planned) and they would never have existed.
Fredek Torma wasn’t thinking about this as he leaned back in the wheeled chair in the back of his van as he lit up his cigarette and the glow of the computer screens lit up his face and body. Behind him was Bence Smid was monitoring phone-taps throughout various buildings. They were going to catch this b@stard and they were going to use the chaos of the public announcement to do it without anybody seeing that they existed. The announcement would be going on in 3, 2, 1…go.
Urgent News Broadcast
The red-headed anchorwoman overrode all channels picking up Ursavian programming.
“This just in: former dictator of Ursava, Odon Pete, made an escape from his maximum-security imprisonment on the Ursavian coastline. Due to this, marshal law has been declared for one hundred and fifty miles around the prison grounds and throughout the entire territory of Oszkar. The military and police forces in both these areas will be working together in order to capture the escaping dictator and make sure he fulfills his entire prison sentence.”
Then the TVs went back to normal programming.
***OOC***
This is just a character-RP of the former dictator in my country managing to escape to one territory my country has. I’d appreciate that, unless I have an embassy in your country (or vise-versa) that you not just start sending in troops and investigators (or what have you). Also, the chance of full-blown military forces is so low it’s almost laughable. Anyways, if you don’t have an embassy in my country, or I in your’s, please send either an IC message or an OOC request to join the RP. Thank you.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Country:
Appearance:
Name: Fredek Torma.
Age: 34.
Gender: Male.
Country: Ursava.
Appearance: Fredek Torma (No I didn't make this.) (http://liakhara.deviantart.com/art/Agent-Cardoza-54762879)
Name: Bence Smid.
Age: 37.
Gender: Male.
Country: Ursava.
Appearance: Bence Smid (No I did not make this either). (http://kickbuttme.deviantart.com/art/butch-and-his-guns-86302694)
It was just another third-world country in some God-forsaken place and former President-for-Life Odon Pete had no idea why he had picked it for his hide-out but he had. He really had no other choice but to choose the Ursavian territorial island and it’s capitol of Papingrad because he didn’t have enough money or enough men to cover him and besides that, nobody would expect the former dictator to remain in a place that was practically official territory of the very country that had overthrown him.
He rubbed at his beard and left the room and the five women who he had picked up off the streets of Papingrad’s ‘red light district’ to rest and whenever they felt like they had done their money’s worth with his three guards, to leave. He grabbed a cigar from a box of them by the door and headed in to the hall of the apartment one of his men had bought out to get an income for their (possible) movement somewhere else…and the food, alcohol, women, and drugs that he and his men did. He walked in to what had once been the employee’s lounge and sat on the couch where he turned on the T.V. He laughed as it started playing news of his ‘explosive’ escape from the maximum-security prison on the coast-line.
The Streets of Papingrad
Odon Pete’s once notorious ‘Black Guard’ had been officially disbanded upon the election of President Zigana Saáry in to office but in reality Zigana and the rest of the government had seen the benefit of a force but they needed it to be much more secretive. Thus they fed the public an official story of how the members of the ‘Black Guard’ had been arrested (and the higher-ranked and ones not willing to help were) and sentenced to jail. In reality they were maintained as a form of wet-work operations. If caught, their existence would be denied as even being born by the Ursavian government and they would be left to die (or whatever the capturing government planned) and they would never have existed.
Fredek Torma wasn’t thinking about this as he leaned back in the wheeled chair in the back of his van as he lit up his cigarette and the glow of the computer screens lit up his face and body. Behind him was Bence Smid was monitoring phone-taps throughout various buildings. They were going to catch this b@stard and they were going to use the chaos of the public announcement to do it without anybody seeing that they existed. The announcement would be going on in 3, 2, 1…go.
Urgent News Broadcast
The red-headed anchorwoman overrode all channels picking up Ursavian programming.
“This just in: former dictator of Ursava, Odon Pete, made an escape from his maximum-security imprisonment on the Ursavian coastline. Due to this, marshal law has been declared for one hundred and fifty miles around the prison grounds and throughout the entire territory of Oszkar. The military and police forces in both these areas will be working together in order to capture the escaping dictator and make sure he fulfills his entire prison sentence.”
Then the TVs went back to normal programming.
***OOC***
This is just a character-RP of the former dictator in my country managing to escape to one territory my country has. I’d appreciate that, unless I have an embassy in your country (or vise-versa) that you not just start sending in troops and investigators (or what have you). Also, the chance of full-blown military forces is so low it’s almost laughable. Anyways, if you don’t have an embassy in my country, or I in your’s, please send either an IC message or an OOC request to join the RP. Thank you.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Country:
Appearance:
Name: Fredek Torma.
Age: 34.
Gender: Male.
Country: Ursava.
Appearance: Fredek Torma (No I didn't make this.) (http://liakhara.deviantart.com/art/Agent-Cardoza-54762879)
Name: Bence Smid.
Age: 37.
Gender: Male.
Country: Ursava.
Appearance: Bence Smid (No I did not make this either). (http://kickbuttme.deviantart.com/art/butch-and-his-guns-86302694)