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| Sviardia-Nordrvegria | Jun 4 2015, 10:53 PM Post #1 |
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Coronis, Viceroyalty of Rhodetis, Valkanid South-West Suran A hot, summer day reigns yet again in Coronis, just like the in the rest of South-West Suran. The water splashes in waves onto the warm sand of the beach on the city's western side while the sun's hot rays touch every surface exposed to them. The light azure and white walls and surfaces of the Neoclassical buildings in the more historic part of town, along with the modern buildings and highrises and the smaller, late 20th century residential buidlings made up the mass of people and structures that serve as the capital of the Viceroyalty of Rhodetis, one of the two regions of Valkanid South-West Suran. Windows lay open, people either try to find shadow, a space with air conditioning or both. Beyond the busy beaches filled with people, sand castles and umbrellas, beyond the areas near the port and shore with their Neoclassical buildings and white, simpler mutli-floor houses, hotels and shops but not beyond the busy business district lay the intermidiate region where most of the residences are. In days like this, with the exam period ending and many beginning their summer vacations one can hardly find a soul there. All the white, cement made buidlings have the shops in their lower floors mostly empty, with signs like «ΣΥΓΝΩΜΗΝ, ΕΣΜΕΝ ΚΛΕΙΣΤΟΙ» (Sygnómēn, esmèn clēstì - mean. 'Sorry we're closed') and «ΠΡΟΣΩΡΙΝΑ ΚΛΕΙΣΤΟΝ» (Prosorinà clēstòn - mean. "Temporaily closed") stuck inside every glass door or shop window, mosquitos and ants, which to be fair are quite numerous, seem to be the only semblance of a living thing that had not yet gone to the beach. The central roads passing through the entirety of the city lead to more tight ones and those lead to alleys and pedestrian roads. And in one very certain quiet, pedestrian alley with houses for the average folk the complete silence, save for the songs of the birds and the distant noises of those having fun in the beach and those in transit to there a very loud radio breaks the silence. While technically this time of the day, when people would otherwise be sleeping, 'disturbing public peace and quiet' like that would most certainly have earned a few angry shouts of even a visit from a Police car this time around really nobody is there to be annoyed. The few that are unsuspectingly thankful that the sound of the radio can disguise the personnal moments they are having while everyone else is at the beach. That solitary radio stands on an open window of a room filled with furniture but with nobody in it. The other rooms of the building whcih are near the windows are similarly empty. In a very certain one however, with thicker walls three men are in a room with a single table and two chairs. "Go turn that thing up." says the voice of a single man; he wears a white shirt and sunglasses. His skin is white and his hair is curly and black, while the look on his shaven face is serious. The other man complies and walks to the the room with the radio. "Good afternoon Coronis! Aeolus, Poseidon and Helios seem to have graced us for yet another wonderful summer day! This is Radio Coronice Paractias and like always I am your host Petros Angelos Nicolaou! The time is 1:32 PM and I need not repeat myself for yet another week during the weather forecast!" The man turned the radio up even more and turned around, walking back to the room. Back in the room, after hearing that the radio had been turned up the first man spoke again; "Now I will ask you one more time. Who was with you?" he said. "Now without further ado to our first, classic summer hit: 'Sherfin' in the Cape', by Marcos Petropoulos Demetriou. Hit it Marcos!" After a few moments with no reply, looking at the blood covered and sullen face of the restrained, black man on the other end of the table the interrogator spoke once more; "Why do they have to be so stubborn?" he asked, expecting no reply from the other man who has just re-entered the room; "Again." he said. A loud scream filled the room, but all those who weren't in it heard was the happy music and cheerful lyrics that came out of the radio. "Oh there ain't no place like the Cape! High waves, low price and unique booty too! Gotta choose one to ride, maybe three at a time[...]" Edited by Sviardia-Nordrvegria, Jun 5 2015, 01:14 AM.
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