Ursava
02-09-2008, 11:41
A Portagrad hotel, The Soviet System
Odon Pete growled at his current condition.
He had gone from leader of his country to a slum-rat fleeing away from it’s new government in forty days; FORTY DAYS! He growled inwardly and grabbed a cigar out from his vest and lit it up, taking several deep puffs of the sweet-tasting smoke before looking around at the apartment room. It was grimy, messy, and half the dirt hadn’t even been from Odon or his six guards that had came with him from Ursava.
He sighed in frustration and walked over to one of the beds in the room.
He had bought two rooms, one of which provided him an income with women who were perfectly willing to help him out. He looked around and sighed yet again.
He had little cash, few people serving him, and he himself was a total mess. He looked across the room where his old military jacket hung on a hook in the wall and then at his hat on an armrest of one of two recliners. He took another puff of his cigar and dropped back on the bed.
Odon Pete growled at his current condition.
He had gone from leader of his country to a slum-rat fleeing away from it’s new government in forty days; FORTY DAYS! He growled inwardly and grabbed a cigar out from his vest and lit it up, taking several deep puffs of the sweet-tasting smoke before looking around at the apartment room. It was grimy, messy, and half the dirt hadn’t even been from Odon or his six guards that had came with him from Ursava.
He sighed in frustration and walked over to one of the beds in the room.
He had bought two rooms, one of which provided him an income with women who were perfectly willing to help him out. He looked around and sighed yet again.
He had little cash, few people serving him, and he himself was a total mess. He looked across the room where his old military jacket hung on a hook in the wall and then at his hat on an armrest of one of two recliners. He took another puff of his cigar and dropped back on the bed.