Lotion
America on Lotion
- TNP Nation
- Lotion Empire
The streets of the White Capital were filled with howls from the cold wind. The low humidity of the air was noticeable, and as very few people moved around to get into cars, or go back into their homes, the streets of Petrovich - The White Capital was very deserted. White abandoned buildings surrounded the streets, and the streets looked as a mess. Many newspapers flooded the streets, and a few scraps of newspapers with the distinct red title: “Президент Якувоны объявил импичмент недействительным” (Prezident iz Yakuvony ob"yavil impichment nedeystvitel'nym | President of Yakuvony declares impeachment invalid) and alongside the date “1988”, slowly fell into sewer holes or gradually got ripped upon falling into puddles.
In one sector of the White Capital, as the sounds of a vehicle passed by the empty streets of Petrovich, and eventually passing by a remarkably white and massive building, numerous soldiers entered out of the vehicle. A few looked around, to notice the city’s look, or the design of the building they were heading into. Eventually, most of them came into the building.
As most came into the building, the sound of the howling of the wind disappeared, and the only sounds that could be heard was the sound of footsteps by the soldiers. Eventually, a voice broke the silence.
“Boris. Make sure to grab the round. Its for the ‘Event’ our president said.”
Boris Leonid Timurovich, a soldier from the Yakuvoniak National Guard remained still for a moment, before quickly nodding his head, and moving ahead. Around him surrounded numerous stacks of newspapers, and numerous desks that typically had stacks of, what he assumed to be paperwork, and numerous coffee stains and coffee cups were on the floor. The smell of coffee was rampant in the main hall of the building, Boris would notice. Far from where he was heading, he noticed a large round elevator that seemed to be damaged.
As he continued heading forwards, he noticed a few doors that were somewhat damaged - Ripped up, and somewhat had scratch marks over the door. Unsurprised, and undeterred, he opened the door quickly, and moved forwards into the room.
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The room he now was in wasn’t remarkable by any stretch of the imagination. The smell of coffee still oozed into the room, and scratches and marks were all over the walls. At one part of the wall was written graffiti which said: “Смерть Прес-” (“Smert' Pres-” | “Death to Pres-”) Despite the ominous message, he looked on before quickly moving to a rack, which sat in the corner of the room. The anti-tank ammunition glittered from cardboard boxes on its steel shelves. and even though it was straining, he could still move slightly.
As he passed by the doors, and the desks, he moved forwards towards the exit of the building. And as a friend of his opened the door for him, another soldier came by, and helped carry it as well. Eventually, when they finally exited the building, the feeling of the cold was rushed onto them, and the sound of the howling of the wind blew louder. As they moved forwards, stepping on a few papers, newspapers, or small puddles, they managed to rush into the vehicle, placing the anti-tank round in the back of the vehicle. One soldier entered it quickly, and began placing restraints onto the anti-tank round.
Boris, and the rest of the soldiers immediately began entering the vehicle. The car engine began, and soon enough, the car would begin moving past the building they had entered, and into a new area. The travel to the area Boris was supposed to be in for the “Event” as the President told them, was rather bumpy due to speed bumps, or constant potholes being now an apparent issue.
Eventually, despite the numerous bumps, and constant howlings of the wind, eventually they’d reach their destination. All the soldiers would leave the vehicle, and Boris as well. Moving towards the right of where their vehicle parked. Soon enough Boris and another soldier would be carrying the anti tank round again, and slowly moving behind the soldiers moving towards the right.
They were in front of the parliament building now. A massive white building that held numerous small little black windows, and a massive clock at the top of it. A small little flag of the Yakuvoniak Republic was noticeably there.
Across the building was a small river which was darkened by the shades from the large buildings. But across from the river, directly underneath the shades, and in front of the building that was across from the parliament building, remained a massive anti-tank gun that was surrounded by soldiers who held their firearms in their hands.
As the soldiers from the vehicle began approaching, and Boris was slowly coming closer to the anti-tank gun, a few soldiers turned their attention towards the other direction. Except for one of the soldiers, who held a somewhat different uniform then the others. He spoke up, saying in a deep tone “Do you have the round?”
One of the advancing soldiers peeped up with “Positive, commissar. We’ll be ready for firing soon enough.”
Eventually, Boris and the other soldier finally made it at the anti-tank gun. Exhausted from carrying, he sat down next to a few soldiers. The sound of the howling wind was still reminiscent across the streets, and area, and would eventually be added on by the sound of the round being loaded in. As soldiers stood near the gun, and began a few preparations to fire, an officer for the Yakuvoniak Army stood near the gun. Giving a few commands to the soldiers preparing, eventually after a few tense moments and aid from the other soldiers, the gun was ready.
With a might, the officer would yell, “Ogon’!” (Fire!), and without a beat being skipped, the once dark cold shades was lit up for a single moment by the bright flash. In a moment, the round exited the gun, and eventually would land directly into its target - The Yakuvoniak Parliament building.
The area of the building was darkened immediately, and a huge hole emerged from the building. The howling of the wind was slowly mixed with the distant sounds of screams.
The soldiers looked on. Some with horror, and some were happy. The commissar however looked towards the soldiers and stated with confidence, “Don’t be afraid of this. The bastards got what they deserved.”
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OOC: You may have numerous questions, and be confused about this post. I’d suggest DMing me or asking me questions, if you have any. I’d be willing to answer any of them.
In one sector of the White Capital, as the sounds of a vehicle passed by the empty streets of Petrovich, and eventually passing by a remarkably white and massive building, numerous soldiers entered out of the vehicle. A few looked around, to notice the city’s look, or the design of the building they were heading into. Eventually, most of them came into the building.
As most came into the building, the sound of the howling of the wind disappeared, and the only sounds that could be heard was the sound of footsteps by the soldiers. Eventually, a voice broke the silence.
“Boris. Make sure to grab the round. Its for the ‘Event’ our president said.”
Boris Leonid Timurovich, a soldier from the Yakuvoniak National Guard remained still for a moment, before quickly nodding his head, and moving ahead. Around him surrounded numerous stacks of newspapers, and numerous desks that typically had stacks of, what he assumed to be paperwork, and numerous coffee stains and coffee cups were on the floor. The smell of coffee was rampant in the main hall of the building, Boris would notice. Far from where he was heading, he noticed a large round elevator that seemed to be damaged.
As he continued heading forwards, he noticed a few doors that were somewhat damaged - Ripped up, and somewhat had scratch marks over the door. Unsurprised, and undeterred, he opened the door quickly, and moved forwards into the room.
.
The room he now was in wasn’t remarkable by any stretch of the imagination. The smell of coffee still oozed into the room, and scratches and marks were all over the walls. At one part of the wall was written graffiti which said: “Смерть Прес-” (“Smert' Pres-” | “Death to Pres-”) Despite the ominous message, he looked on before quickly moving to a rack, which sat in the corner of the room. The anti-tank ammunition glittered from cardboard boxes on its steel shelves. and even though it was straining, he could still move slightly.
As he passed by the doors, and the desks, he moved forwards towards the exit of the building. And as a friend of his opened the door for him, another soldier came by, and helped carry it as well. Eventually, when they finally exited the building, the feeling of the cold was rushed onto them, and the sound of the howling of the wind blew louder. As they moved forwards, stepping on a few papers, newspapers, or small puddles, they managed to rush into the vehicle, placing the anti-tank round in the back of the vehicle. One soldier entered it quickly, and began placing restraints onto the anti-tank round.
Boris, and the rest of the soldiers immediately began entering the vehicle. The car engine began, and soon enough, the car would begin moving past the building they had entered, and into a new area. The travel to the area Boris was supposed to be in for the “Event” as the President told them, was rather bumpy due to speed bumps, or constant potholes being now an apparent issue.
Eventually, despite the numerous bumps, and constant howlings of the wind, eventually they’d reach their destination. All the soldiers would leave the vehicle, and Boris as well. Moving towards the right of where their vehicle parked. Soon enough Boris and another soldier would be carrying the anti tank round again, and slowly moving behind the soldiers moving towards the right.
They were in front of the parliament building now. A massive white building that held numerous small little black windows, and a massive clock at the top of it. A small little flag of the Yakuvoniak Republic was noticeably there.
Across the building was a small river which was darkened by the shades from the large buildings. But across from the river, directly underneath the shades, and in front of the building that was across from the parliament building, remained a massive anti-tank gun that was surrounded by soldiers who held their firearms in their hands.
As the soldiers from the vehicle began approaching, and Boris was slowly coming closer to the anti-tank gun, a few soldiers turned their attention towards the other direction. Except for one of the soldiers, who held a somewhat different uniform then the others. He spoke up, saying in a deep tone “Do you have the round?”
One of the advancing soldiers peeped up with “Positive, commissar. We’ll be ready for firing soon enough.”
Eventually, Boris and the other soldier finally made it at the anti-tank gun. Exhausted from carrying, he sat down next to a few soldiers. The sound of the howling wind was still reminiscent across the streets, and area, and would eventually be added on by the sound of the round being loaded in. As soldiers stood near the gun, and began a few preparations to fire, an officer for the Yakuvoniak Army stood near the gun. Giving a few commands to the soldiers preparing, eventually after a few tense moments and aid from the other soldiers, the gun was ready.
With a might, the officer would yell, “Ogon’!” (Fire!), and without a beat being skipped, the once dark cold shades was lit up for a single moment by the bright flash. In a moment, the round exited the gun, and eventually would land directly into its target - The Yakuvoniak Parliament building.
The area of the building was darkened immediately, and a huge hole emerged from the building. The howling of the wind was slowly mixed with the distant sounds of screams.
The soldiers looked on. Some with horror, and some were happy. The commissar however looked towards the soldiers and stated with confidence, “Don’t be afraid of this. The bastards got what they deserved.”
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OOC: You may have numerous questions, and be confused about this post. I’d suggest DMing me or asking me questions, if you have any. I’d be willing to answer any of them.