Sarah Tintagyl Posted January 9, 2012 Report Share Posted January 9, 2012 OOC:Before I begin, I would like to lay some groundwork as to make this RP run smoothly. First, this is an Open RP, anyone can join and I hope all of you do. The main story line is a rebellion in France due to the recent defeat of Communist Armies in North America and will eventually lead to the new country that I am planning, though France will still exist this new Confederation. That said, people are welcome to enter as either a Loyalist, which you do not have to be a Communist, but you should have some ideology following loyalty or anti-separatism, Rebel, which given Kankou's set up post a few threads ago, should be Fascist or at the very least someone against the status quo; Royalist, Fascist, Republican. Something to think about however before entering; your characters can and will probably die if one: you do not use them (i.e. you post once and never post again), if two, you place them a dangerous situation, or if three, their death is central to the advancement of the plot. That all discussed, many people during civil wars opt to RP a group of foreign special operations units and so you have a bunch of foreigners running around and in truth they never really contribute much to the story. You may only include your own country's spec-ops if you can get them in logically. I will not be RPing defenses so that I can push my story along, but if you are from a country who has no ties to France or no history, I will RP defenses just for you, just so your spec ops team dies. To sum that up. Play someone from France, its easier and I'll like you more. A very brief hint though; if you cannot do any of these things and only RP either He-Man or She-Ra type characters. I already have a Heroine for this story. I don't need copies. --- IC: [center][u][i]Chapter I - Escape from Paris [/i][/u][/center] "What could have possibly gone wrong? Everyone was happy. Everything was perfect." Simone stared out the windows of the Palais de l'Élysée towards a horizon which was now a depressing mixture of reds, oranges, and blacks. These colors reflected wondrously in her tear-stained gray eyes and her glossy blonde hair even seemed to be full of fire and smoke from the reflection in the glass. The rumors had all proved true and for the second time in two years, France was thrown into what seemed to be another terrible revolution. This was depressing for two reasons, one, nations which imposed stricter laws and had far less civic rights were stable and prosperous. Simone attempted to walk the line in between a full dictatorship and the Republican movements which had popped up in North America, but it seemed as though her feet slipped and she was no pummeling down the deep abyss to the graveyard of failed leaders. Resting her head against the window, she tapped her forehead against the glass lightly. It wasn't supposed to happen like this and she would do everything in her power to prevent a collapse, but even then the question seemed utterly impossible to answer. Where was she to begin? The sound of the doors opened behind her and the chairwoman turned to see Admiral Regine Avenier along with two prefects enter the room. It was the first friendly face the Chairwoman had seen that day and she turned with a smile to what appeared to be her own friend in France. "I heard about the Assembly meeting." Regine said and took off holding it tightly under her arm. "Did this all begin after..." "It began during, in the middle of my speech in fact. Prefects rushed in and nearly tackled me to the floor saying that I was in immediate danger." Simone rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "So they take me to the Palais, still in the heart of this God-forsaken city." Regine sighed and pushed copper strands of hair from her eyes. "Which is why we're here now. You can't stay here, Madame Chairwoman. The mobs are staring to become organized in the city and some of the regional commanders have taken, a more individual approach, to solving the riots. It's a madhouse and the few guards we have at the Palais aren't enough to keep you safe if these miscreants decide to attack you. Jules and Alain are here to help me get you out of Paris safely." Simone shook her head. "I don't understand, Regine. Where is the rest of the army? What is happening? No one is telling me anything. They've shut me up in this building like a prisoner." The Admiral frowned looking beyond Simone's head at the burning horizon in the distance. "I came here on my own. This kind of command break down shouldn't happen, but in less then twenty-four hours this who country has become nothing more than a Roman mockery. The people, the generals, all trying to influence or take the government for themselves." She turned to Simone with fierce eyes. "I refuse to let my country be divided like that again. To watch us turn against ourselves, no doubt the rest of the world and the Andorrans will cheer. But by the end of this, I'll make sure we give France a reason to cheer and then the world will be sorry. This world is just filled with !@#$%^&*." "But..." The Chairwoman tapped her fingers nervously against the wood of her desk. "If the country is as divided as you say, Regine. Where are we supposed to go?" "I have a few followers myself." The Admiral smirked and glanced at the two prefects standing behind her. "There is an old castle, in the south of France that the Empire used to use as a garrison against the Valencians - Pau Castle. It's abandoned now, but I've sent out a secured communique to my most trusted friends and people I know who still support you. If we can rally at Pau and at Bordeaux, we might stand a chance to restore order in the country." Simone turned back to the window and closed her eyes. "Admiral...Regine...I don't know, how..." The feeling of the Palais shaking underneath them and the close cries of people from outside the window, pushed Simone back into the center of the room in fear. "This is our only chance, Madame Chairwoman. We either leave now and follow probably the only organized thought we have or we stay here in Paris and get slaughtered." She nodded, "All right, but I don't have a weapon. I'm afraid I don't try to hide the fact I don't know how to fight." "I wouldn't have brought along help, if I didn't think we'd need it." Throwing on her coat, Simone followed Regine and the two prefects through the halls of the Palais. It was the first time she walked through the gilded corridors to find all of the state employees, all of the servants, everyone had left and she nearly alone. Their shoes thundered across the floor and out into the courtyard where the gates of the Palais still hung open, unguarded, and the only pathway to freedom for the small entourage. They fled through the gates and out into the streets as night began to climb across the sky, the utter darkness, hidden by the eerie glow of the fires from looters and revolutionaries deep within the city. The north of the city was in flames so the logical choice was to move south, towards the Seine, deeper into the Paris, deeper into the danger. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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