Yomaka
12-04-2009, 08:38
OOC: I am taking the liberty of starting things up, Pacifica.....
The developments in Letat and Neoslavia hadn't really generated any government desire to get involved in either predicament yet they would be often discussed by various individuals within Yomaka's government - both being berated as things that Yomakans need not concern themselves with. For it was the will of the Great Leader that Yomaka stay out of those things and since he had decreed it then every Yomakan had to consent to his will regardless of whether or not it corresponded with their own.
Thomas Anderson would definately support the King of Letat, it was said, if Communism or any offshoot became the rebels' official ideology - he also declared (secretly) his support for the Neoslavian fascists and for anyone who could smash the Communist movement there into 'small bits' for he hated the idea of Communism infecting other nations, even if he had no intention of halting its progress. Yomakans seemed to be more concerned with their own nation than those who subscribed to chaos and destruction. They would think that Yomaka shouldn't concern itself with insipid fools, with people who couldn't look beyond their desires for bloodshed to see the light of reason. Besides, the impending visit of the leader of the Pacifican Commonwealth and his loved ones was on their minds. For it had been said that the Yomakan Government arranged for them all to visit and meet with the Great Leader and his own family - this definately made headlines in the news.
Thomas Anderson was adjusting the suit that he had decided to wear for the meeting with the Pacificans - noticing his wife wear some simple gown while his daughter chose to wear that dress with the puffed up sleeves, the one she had worn to the Spring Fling Ball at St. Johannes Academy where she danced with Duncan McCormick and hung out with her friends. Amy Anderson was probably going to be guiding the President's children around, even though they were probably older than she was. Yet, one must not dismiss Amy as an immature child. Despite being only fifteen, she surely knew a lot about the world.
"I think that they'll arrive any moment....." Marie Anderson said, adjusting the lovely necklace that hanged around her neck.
"Yes, yes. They will be here soon. We must be prepared for President Bryce's arrival...." Her husband replied before beckoning Amy over to him. "You're going to behave yourself, right?"
"Yeah." Amy said calmly - knowing the drill like it was the back of her hand. Guide the children around, show how lovely Yomaka is, be a symbol of the goodness supposedly inherent in Yomakan youth. Amy Anderson adjusted her own necklace before looking over to see Shrivastava. He always seemed to be around, even taking liberties in chatting with her about various things. For some reason, she didn't like him.
"The officers of my organization will make sure no one causes any problems. Rest assured that this will be so." Shrivastava sternly proclaimed. He always kept his word.
Thomas Anderson smirked before leading his family away while Shrivastava took his own leave of the room - deciding to check up on the officers that would be patrolling vital positions and the streets. There were always officers around to make sure citizens weren't in need of severe reprimanding which usually meant beatings or death. For if you couldn't have obedience beaten into you then you simply were put to death. You were thrown away like trash and forgotten. That's how life was valued in Shrivastava's death squads. You were important for that one moment and then no one even knew you existed. Thousands went down the path to Hell but only a few deserve it, only a few were able to survive - some prisoners had survived since the early days of the National Purification Campaign which was what the Great Leader's men had called the mass murder of its opponents. Yet, none of this would be shown to President Bryce and Shrivastava would make sure of it.
Tzdal International Airport was usually clogged up with tourists hungry for adventure and the occassional pamphlet passing Christian hungry for conversions - the government did not mind religious work - and it would be where President Bryce and his family would land. The soldiers there were passing the time with some man-to-man talk - of how their wives were sexier than those of their friends, how they discovered some interesting things, how that man cheated during a poker match. One of the soldiers was actually an officer who was commanding the honor guard. He looked more like he ought to have been in Victorian Britain than in 21st century Yomaka - his curly moustache adorning his stone cold face while he examined his men, calling them to attention, explaining how they ought to behave in front of the President.
Amidst the officer's shouting and the missionaries' proclaiming the Word of God with booming voices of their own, several Yomakans were wondering what the President of the Pacifican Commonwealth would think of their beloved nation. Would he love it? Would he hate it? Would he challenge the Great Leader's authority over the nation or would he think that it was worth it, as if a Communist Yomaka would be infinitely more worse? The officer stopped speaking to his men and then told them to line up and prepare themselves. The Great Leader and his family were ready - all that was needed was the arrival of the President and those he loved.
The developments in Letat and Neoslavia hadn't really generated any government desire to get involved in either predicament yet they would be often discussed by various individuals within Yomaka's government - both being berated as things that Yomakans need not concern themselves with. For it was the will of the Great Leader that Yomaka stay out of those things and since he had decreed it then every Yomakan had to consent to his will regardless of whether or not it corresponded with their own.
Thomas Anderson would definately support the King of Letat, it was said, if Communism or any offshoot became the rebels' official ideology - he also declared (secretly) his support for the Neoslavian fascists and for anyone who could smash the Communist movement there into 'small bits' for he hated the idea of Communism infecting other nations, even if he had no intention of halting its progress. Yomakans seemed to be more concerned with their own nation than those who subscribed to chaos and destruction. They would think that Yomaka shouldn't concern itself with insipid fools, with people who couldn't look beyond their desires for bloodshed to see the light of reason. Besides, the impending visit of the leader of the Pacifican Commonwealth and his loved ones was on their minds. For it had been said that the Yomakan Government arranged for them all to visit and meet with the Great Leader and his own family - this definately made headlines in the news.
Thomas Anderson was adjusting the suit that he had decided to wear for the meeting with the Pacificans - noticing his wife wear some simple gown while his daughter chose to wear that dress with the puffed up sleeves, the one she had worn to the Spring Fling Ball at St. Johannes Academy where she danced with Duncan McCormick and hung out with her friends. Amy Anderson was probably going to be guiding the President's children around, even though they were probably older than she was. Yet, one must not dismiss Amy as an immature child. Despite being only fifteen, she surely knew a lot about the world.
"I think that they'll arrive any moment....." Marie Anderson said, adjusting the lovely necklace that hanged around her neck.
"Yes, yes. They will be here soon. We must be prepared for President Bryce's arrival...." Her husband replied before beckoning Amy over to him. "You're going to behave yourself, right?"
"Yeah." Amy said calmly - knowing the drill like it was the back of her hand. Guide the children around, show how lovely Yomaka is, be a symbol of the goodness supposedly inherent in Yomakan youth. Amy Anderson adjusted her own necklace before looking over to see Shrivastava. He always seemed to be around, even taking liberties in chatting with her about various things. For some reason, she didn't like him.
"The officers of my organization will make sure no one causes any problems. Rest assured that this will be so." Shrivastava sternly proclaimed. He always kept his word.
Thomas Anderson smirked before leading his family away while Shrivastava took his own leave of the room - deciding to check up on the officers that would be patrolling vital positions and the streets. There were always officers around to make sure citizens weren't in need of severe reprimanding which usually meant beatings or death. For if you couldn't have obedience beaten into you then you simply were put to death. You were thrown away like trash and forgotten. That's how life was valued in Shrivastava's death squads. You were important for that one moment and then no one even knew you existed. Thousands went down the path to Hell but only a few deserve it, only a few were able to survive - some prisoners had survived since the early days of the National Purification Campaign which was what the Great Leader's men had called the mass murder of its opponents. Yet, none of this would be shown to President Bryce and Shrivastava would make sure of it.
Tzdal International Airport was usually clogged up with tourists hungry for adventure and the occassional pamphlet passing Christian hungry for conversions - the government did not mind religious work - and it would be where President Bryce and his family would land. The soldiers there were passing the time with some man-to-man talk - of how their wives were sexier than those of their friends, how they discovered some interesting things, how that man cheated during a poker match. One of the soldiers was actually an officer who was commanding the honor guard. He looked more like he ought to have been in Victorian Britain than in 21st century Yomaka - his curly moustache adorning his stone cold face while he examined his men, calling them to attention, explaining how they ought to behave in front of the President.
Amidst the officer's shouting and the missionaries' proclaiming the Word of God with booming voices of their own, several Yomakans were wondering what the President of the Pacifican Commonwealth would think of their beloved nation. Would he love it? Would he hate it? Would he challenge the Great Leader's authority over the nation or would he think that it was worth it, as if a Communist Yomaka would be infinitely more worse? The officer stopped speaking to his men and then told them to line up and prepare themselves. The Great Leader and his family were ready - all that was needed was the arrival of the President and those he loved.