Eternity RPC Board
07-15-2019, 04:22 PM
Dosa 20, 1600
Five days since the last protest, but that was all that people needed. Again they poured into the streets, this time much more organized than before. The number of people started at about 200, but quickly swelled as time went on. Random strangers joined in, and eventually the crowd numbered around 1,000. At that point nobody else joined, but they cheered when the crowd came by. The support was obvious.
The police again gathered to contain the protest, and this time they blocked the road. They blocked all sides, they weren't about to let the protesters move any further. Then, the order was given to disperse. The protesters ignored the order, and the police repeated it. This cycle repeated itself several times before police gave one final warning: disperse, or be dispersed with force.
Of course, the protesters refused.
So police closed in on the protesters, dragging one after another out of the protests. Horrified demonstrators tried to flee, only to be blocked by the police. Anyone who resisted was beaten, harshly. Blood spattered on the streets, but the police were careful not to kill anyone. Some got away, but most were arrested, even with injuries. Some tried to record the sight with their smartphones, but only a handful actually succeeded.
One of these protesters immediately ran for the border. His name was J'Rel Kobek, a young man aged 25 who looked up to Krell as a hero. But he knew better than to think that he could lead a rebellion like Krell could, especially now that he had a target on his back. So he ran, he ran into the first house he knew of where he was safe. When he was inside, he told them what happened.
A couple days later he was sent to another home, and then another. While the protest movement in Quvak reorganized, J'Rel was being smuggled towards the border with the North.
Dosa 30, 1600
J'Rel finally reached the border. But he wasn't out of the clear yet, the border fence was heavily patrolled and he needed to make sure he could get through it without being caught or zapped by electricity. He inched closer as the border guards left the area, he had 5-10 minutes before the next patrol. In that time he began digging under the fence as fast as he could. It would be a short while before he finally dug deep enough to where he could go under it, but when he did he slid under it as fast as he could.
He was spotted by the next patrol, but only after he entered the Northern side of the border. From there he ran away, deeper into the north, and surrendered himself to the first patrol that found him. He shared all the info he had about what happened, and was quickly allowed into a temporary housing facility for those that ran from the south.
Little did he know back in Quvak, an even larger protest was brewing.
Five days since the last protest, but that was all that people needed. Again they poured into the streets, this time much more organized than before. The number of people started at about 200, but quickly swelled as time went on. Random strangers joined in, and eventually the crowd numbered around 1,000. At that point nobody else joined, but they cheered when the crowd came by. The support was obvious.
The police again gathered to contain the protest, and this time they blocked the road. They blocked all sides, they weren't about to let the protesters move any further. Then, the order was given to disperse. The protesters ignored the order, and the police repeated it. This cycle repeated itself several times before police gave one final warning: disperse, or be dispersed with force.
Of course, the protesters refused.
So police closed in on the protesters, dragging one after another out of the protests. Horrified demonstrators tried to flee, only to be blocked by the police. Anyone who resisted was beaten, harshly. Blood spattered on the streets, but the police were careful not to kill anyone. Some got away, but most were arrested, even with injuries. Some tried to record the sight with their smartphones, but only a handful actually succeeded.
One of these protesters immediately ran for the border. His name was J'Rel Kobek, a young man aged 25 who looked up to Krell as a hero. But he knew better than to think that he could lead a rebellion like Krell could, especially now that he had a target on his back. So he ran, he ran into the first house he knew of where he was safe. When he was inside, he told them what happened.
A couple days later he was sent to another home, and then another. While the protest movement in Quvak reorganized, J'Rel was being smuggled towards the border with the North.
Dosa 30, 1600
J'Rel finally reached the border. But he wasn't out of the clear yet, the border fence was heavily patrolled and he needed to make sure he could get through it without being caught or zapped by electricity. He inched closer as the border guards left the area, he had 5-10 minutes before the next patrol. In that time he began digging under the fence as fast as he could. It would be a short while before he finally dug deep enough to where he could go under it, but when he did he slid under it as fast as he could.
He was spotted by the next patrol, but only after he entered the Northern side of the border. From there he ran away, deeper into the north, and surrendered himself to the first patrol that found him. He shared all the info he had about what happened, and was quickly allowed into a temporary housing facility for those that ran from the south.
Little did he know back in Quvak, an even larger protest was brewing.