(OOC: The story of Feladine Junt started here: http://forum.theeastpacific.com/single/?p=10024738&t=7009373)
7 June 2017
Sani Bursil
9:55AM
<We just did it.
After Lambertus went down, the world as we knew it had ended. The once heart beat of the world came to a stop. He was finally dead. The incumbent of the Morstaybishlian Throne no more. Amalda described him many times as “The demon who sat on his gold tower”, and how right she was.
“…a terrorist attack has targeted the… …family just minutes… It is believed that the… was killed. More information… be announced shortly.”
After finishing my Hobsti, I thanked the bar lady and strode outside. The city was eerily calm, at least from where I was. Nobody was outside, the clouds were too still, and the birds had stopped chirping. Something was wrong; and it was disturbing. A flurry of misunderstanding hit me. My comrades had not retained conversation and they were still not at the checkpoint. In the distance, the helicopters reporting for the propaganda machine were still there. Their presence frustrated me. They don’t bat an eye for the poor and the weak, but as soon as the King dies, all hell breaks loose and they come begging to fill their stories.
Of course that made sense.
I tidied my hair and straightened my jacket. It was light brown leather, which seems to be highly fashionable at the moment. I walked back down the street to the original checkpoint.
There was still nobody.
As infuriating as it was, I needed to remain calm and hidden. Blurting my anger will only make it worse. I put my hand in my pockets for comfort as I laid in wait. My fingers brushed past a few items, my eyes twitching as I felt the tiny white capsule. I took my hand out, instead producing my phone.
>Where are you?
That was perhaps the biggest mistake of my life.
[hr]7 June 2017
Sani Bursil
10:01AM
Ivanka, Gas and Les were held tight in the clutches of Armed Police. It was impossible to writhe out of the men’s firm grasp. The journey was silent. Not a single noise besides the sound of the engine could be heard. After Gas and Ivanka were detained and stripped of their ability to resist, they did not look at each other. They knew their lives were over. In Ethalria, failure was frowned upon, and to this degree, punishable. The very fact that they failed Ethalria made it even worse.
They didn’t resist because they knew they’d get hurt. Les already tried it, her handcuffs were tightened and her wrists bled.
The three women had all of their possessions robbed, and sat with the officers. All of a sudden, her phone buzzed. Curious, an officer undid her bag and pulled it out. The phone was still turned on.
“Ivanka! You didn’t turn your phone off?!” Gas shouted. The officer immediately made the correlation that there was more than the three women here.
“Shit!” Ivanka cried.
“You tell me who this is! Right now!”
“No!” Ivanka, unable to move, spat at the officer. He snarled and opened up text location. It revealed everything. He turned on his communicator to his commanding officer in the car behind.
“Our assailant is in Frae Street.”
[hr]7 June 2017
Frae Street, Sani Bursil
10:06AM
I was sitting on a bench. The sound of rotor blades from a helicopter pass by. After a while, the sound of sirens were apparent, and the helicopter, that I couldn’t see, was still making an obnoxious noise. It was too foggy to see, but the helicopter was stalking me, I just knew it, and the sirens were getting closer. I knew that something had gone wrong. Luckily, my car was parked a street away, and they didn’t know what I looked like. Unluckily, I was the only person in the street.
I know what I needed to do.
I sprinted fast. Faster than I ever have before, and for good reason. When I launched myself into the car and started the engine, I looked over to where I was sitting. It was a long distance away, but the police were already there. They were driving in my direction, but not for me. They didn’t yet know I was there.
The bar lady from earlier walked outside and lit up a cigarette. She thought nothing of it. But the police did. Being the only woman in the street that vaguely resembled my description, they detained her. I had no pity. Her husband was a bastard.
They thought they had me.
They did not.[edit_reason]Adding reference to the Aurora Theatre of War: Ethalria[/edit_reason]