The Beatus
26-05-2009, 06:43
Presidential Palace, City of the Blessed, the Beauts
5:15 AM local time
His Holiness Edwardo Listless, stood in the underground garage, making sure everything was packed properly. He noticed Henry Golbelcheck, the Chief Internal Affairs Adviser approaching with a duffel bag. "I though I told him 5:30?" Edwardo muttered to himself, hoping he could have ditched the man. He resented the fact that his advisers had insisted Golbelcheck come with him in the first place, but it was too late now, unless he could Golbelcheck, and his bag out at some point, and speed away. He was in charge of internal affairs, he should be able to handle it. He turned his gaze back to the truck in front of him. His brand new Palomino Bronco.
http://www.palominorv.com/site/models/bronco/gallery/800-ext_372large.jpg
"Throw the bag in the back," Edwardo said to Golbelcheck. "We leave in two."
"Yes sir," replied Gobelcheck, making sure his bag was safely tucked away in the camper. He then moved towards the driver side of the pickup, however, Edwardo had beaten him to it.
"Other side Gobelcheck," Edwardo said, starting the engine. A few minutes later, in the early morning light, the pickup, and camper, pulled out of the Presidential Palace gates, and headed for the highway, with a quick stop for coffee.
"So," said Gobelcheck, "where's the map, if I'm going to be navigating?"
"We don't need a map, Gobelcheck," Edwardo said. "Your my chief Internal Affairs Adviser, I trust you if we get lost. It's not like we have a specific destination or anything anyway."
(OOC: feel free to play anyone, a tourist who happens to spot His Holiness, a foreign dignitary, an assassin (don't expect them to succeed), anything.)
5:15 AM local time
His Holiness Edwardo Listless, stood in the underground garage, making sure everything was packed properly. He noticed Henry Golbelcheck, the Chief Internal Affairs Adviser approaching with a duffel bag. "I though I told him 5:30?" Edwardo muttered to himself, hoping he could have ditched the man. He resented the fact that his advisers had insisted Golbelcheck come with him in the first place, but it was too late now, unless he could Golbelcheck, and his bag out at some point, and speed away. He was in charge of internal affairs, he should be able to handle it. He turned his gaze back to the truck in front of him. His brand new Palomino Bronco.
http://www.palominorv.com/site/models/bronco/gallery/800-ext_372large.jpg
"Throw the bag in the back," Edwardo said to Golbelcheck. "We leave in two."
"Yes sir," replied Gobelcheck, making sure his bag was safely tucked away in the camper. He then moved towards the driver side of the pickup, however, Edwardo had beaten him to it.
"Other side Gobelcheck," Edwardo said, starting the engine. A few minutes later, in the early morning light, the pickup, and camper, pulled out of the Presidential Palace gates, and headed for the highway, with a quick stop for coffee.
"So," said Gobelcheck, "where's the map, if I'm going to be navigating?"
"We don't need a map, Gobelcheck," Edwardo said. "Your my chief Internal Affairs Adviser, I trust you if we get lost. It's not like we have a specific destination or anything anyway."
(OOC: feel free to play anyone, a tourist who happens to spot His Holiness, a foreign dignitary, an assassin (don't expect them to succeed), anything.)