Post by Globexanter on Apr 19, 2012 8:05:04 GMT -5
(OoC: Little bit of info, for those whom did not know. Pepelu is a small region of Cheztope bordering Central Russia to the West. It has no Coast line and it's capital city is Novoaleksandrovsk. The spoken language is Russian.)
The people of Novoaleksandrovsk had for four days now suffered at the hands of brutal police attacks following peaceful protests. Furthermore, the appearance of the now extremely popular Pepeluan Independence Movement, the appearance of this group resulting in the Cheztopian police being ordered to squash all resistance in order to maintain "the peace", as proclaimed by the Cheztopian government. Even though the police continued to attempt to end the numerous peaceful protests, the number of people in the street continued to increase. Soon enough, the police forces drawn in from neighboring regions resorted to simply holding their lines, the ever growing crowds forever pushing them back. Thorough Pepelu, at least in the locations were the protests were located, similar events were happening, ever growing crowds took to the street as if they had been filled with a new greater hope for independence.
At exactly 13:00, the man made famous so quickly through his views on the events of Pepelu was making his way through the crowd, many of his oldest supporters following behind him. Named Adrian Jagoda, leader or founder of the P.I.M., a firm believer of Communism, extremely popular among the people of Pepelu, born in Novoaleksandrovsk himself. Walking through the crowd, the commotion around him was obvious. Men and women tried to shake his hand, the man taking his time to make sure he had shook every hand within his reach. Slowly walking towards the police cordon, the entire crowd around him seemed to be now walking with him, all heading towards the main building of the town, located dead in the center. The towns State House. A thin line of police officers protected it, having stood there for hours on end, hungry, tired, bored. Stood on the top of the stairs, facing the leaders of the P.I.M., Adrian Jagoda standing forwards as he faced the police.
"Comrades! What are you doing here? Why are you standing here, so far from your homes? Pepelu never called for any of you. Notice how none of your fellow police officers around here are Pepeluan, you are all strangers in this land which must seem only slightly different to you. Yet you follow the orders your commanders give to you none the less, you attack unarmed civilians without thinking twice, or do you? Do you not see that the people here are just like your own families at home, identical to your children?" said Adrian Jagoda, many in the crowd holding cameras as the entire area was reduced to silence, all listening to the man standing on the stairs in his casual clothes.
"Yet alone, those whom claim to be our leaders in Cheztope force us to obey their laws. They force Capitalism down our necks without even asking us. They think they control us, they think we obey them. Do we? Shall we just bend our heads to these men whom force what they say on us? Shall we continue to live under what is nearly a dictatorship being imposed on the people of Pepelu? We know that the people of Pepelu are against Capitalism, we are united against the men who think they control us in the capital of Cheztope! Who is to blame for this? Politicians? No, there is only ourselves to blame. Why? Because we were weak, we had no choice. But now times have changed. Communism has risen in several countries now, let us take mind of the successes of Communism in Central Russia, in Globexanter. Together, we can achieve what we wish for. Now, do you think you can stand against Pepelu?" asked the man, directing the last part against the police line in front of him.
Anxiously, the police officers looked at each other, while the crowd began to climb up the stairs, pushing the police line slowly back towards the front door of the State House. Suddenly though, two of the men holding the riot shields threw their shields on the floor, the crowd immediately pushing through the police line and immediately running towards the large doors, pushing them open as soon as they reached them, the leaders of the P.I.M. at the front of the group.
The second the group entered the State House quickly passing to the room of the Senator, simply running past and pushing the security, where the man was sat at his desk with five government representatives sat in front of him. The six of them immediately stood up, shocked and surprised as the sudden appearance of the large group of men and women in the spacious office, pouring through the open door which their security could just not manage to close. Silence came to the room just as it had arrived outside.
"Senator Konstantinovich?" asked one of the men in the group of P.I.M. leaders.
"Um, yes, that is I." said an old man whom was sat behind the desk, slightly shaking as he faced the crowd.
"Mr. Konstantinovich, I do not believe that words are required to be used here to describe the thoughts of the people of Pepelu." said another.
The Senator just sighed, throwing his arms in the air and dropping them in an act of desperation. Adrian Jagoda simply grinned, fully knowing that what he had dreamed of was complete.
The same day only two hours the P.I.M. had declared Pepelu's independence and had requested international recognition of the United Socialist State of Pepelu. Already a Constitution was being written, while the crucial positions of the new Government were being assigned to men and women. The local army barracks and police force were some of the first to form the Pepeluan United Forces, while protesters in the streets rejoiced and the policemen now classed as "foreign" began leaving Pepelu in what was being classed as hasty evacuations, leaving most of their gear behind.
The people of Novoaleksandrovsk had for four days now suffered at the hands of brutal police attacks following peaceful protests. Furthermore, the appearance of the now extremely popular Pepeluan Independence Movement, the appearance of this group resulting in the Cheztopian police being ordered to squash all resistance in order to maintain "the peace", as proclaimed by the Cheztopian government. Even though the police continued to attempt to end the numerous peaceful protests, the number of people in the street continued to increase. Soon enough, the police forces drawn in from neighboring regions resorted to simply holding their lines, the ever growing crowds forever pushing them back. Thorough Pepelu, at least in the locations were the protests were located, similar events were happening, ever growing crowds took to the street as if they had been filled with a new greater hope for independence.
At exactly 13:00, the man made famous so quickly through his views on the events of Pepelu was making his way through the crowd, many of his oldest supporters following behind him. Named Adrian Jagoda, leader or founder of the P.I.M., a firm believer of Communism, extremely popular among the people of Pepelu, born in Novoaleksandrovsk himself. Walking through the crowd, the commotion around him was obvious. Men and women tried to shake his hand, the man taking his time to make sure he had shook every hand within his reach. Slowly walking towards the police cordon, the entire crowd around him seemed to be now walking with him, all heading towards the main building of the town, located dead in the center. The towns State House. A thin line of police officers protected it, having stood there for hours on end, hungry, tired, bored. Stood on the top of the stairs, facing the leaders of the P.I.M., Adrian Jagoda standing forwards as he faced the police.
"Comrades! What are you doing here? Why are you standing here, so far from your homes? Pepelu never called for any of you. Notice how none of your fellow police officers around here are Pepeluan, you are all strangers in this land which must seem only slightly different to you. Yet you follow the orders your commanders give to you none the less, you attack unarmed civilians without thinking twice, or do you? Do you not see that the people here are just like your own families at home, identical to your children?" said Adrian Jagoda, many in the crowd holding cameras as the entire area was reduced to silence, all listening to the man standing on the stairs in his casual clothes.
"Yet alone, those whom claim to be our leaders in Cheztope force us to obey their laws. They force Capitalism down our necks without even asking us. They think they control us, they think we obey them. Do we? Shall we just bend our heads to these men whom force what they say on us? Shall we continue to live under what is nearly a dictatorship being imposed on the people of Pepelu? We know that the people of Pepelu are against Capitalism, we are united against the men who think they control us in the capital of Cheztope! Who is to blame for this? Politicians? No, there is only ourselves to blame. Why? Because we were weak, we had no choice. But now times have changed. Communism has risen in several countries now, let us take mind of the successes of Communism in Central Russia, in Globexanter. Together, we can achieve what we wish for. Now, do you think you can stand against Pepelu?" asked the man, directing the last part against the police line in front of him.
Anxiously, the police officers looked at each other, while the crowd began to climb up the stairs, pushing the police line slowly back towards the front door of the State House. Suddenly though, two of the men holding the riot shields threw their shields on the floor, the crowd immediately pushing through the police line and immediately running towards the large doors, pushing them open as soon as they reached them, the leaders of the P.I.M. at the front of the group.
The second the group entered the State House quickly passing to the room of the Senator, simply running past and pushing the security, where the man was sat at his desk with five government representatives sat in front of him. The six of them immediately stood up, shocked and surprised as the sudden appearance of the large group of men and women in the spacious office, pouring through the open door which their security could just not manage to close. Silence came to the room just as it had arrived outside.
"Senator Konstantinovich?" asked one of the men in the group of P.I.M. leaders.
"Um, yes, that is I." said an old man whom was sat behind the desk, slightly shaking as he faced the crowd.
"Mr. Konstantinovich, I do not believe that words are required to be used here to describe the thoughts of the people of Pepelu." said another.
The Senator just sighed, throwing his arms in the air and dropping them in an act of desperation. Adrian Jagoda simply grinned, fully knowing that what he had dreamed of was complete.
The same day only two hours the P.I.M. had declared Pepelu's independence and had requested international recognition of the United Socialist State of Pepelu. Already a Constitution was being written, while the crucial positions of the new Government were being assigned to men and women. The local army barracks and police force were some of the first to form the Pepeluan United Forces, while protesters in the streets rejoiced and the policemen now classed as "foreign" began leaving Pepelu in what was being classed as hasty evacuations, leaving most of their gear behind.
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