Post by Josephus I on Nov 18, 2009 11:46:43 GMT
A Day in the Life of a Nova English Police Officer
Grinstead County
Hacot
Marcus Griffiths rose from his bed to the sounds of marching outside his small detached house. Beams of sunlight filtered into the room through the thin gaps in his cheap blinds that covered the windows of his bedroom. Grabbing his clothes of the end of his bed he managed to catch a glimpse of the column of Royal Soldiers as they marched towards the new borders. Their heavy boots causing a great beat that was carried to all the buildings in the small village of Hacot. Marcus simply smiled and carried on getting dressed as he pulled on his standard Police uniform. Leaving the grey cap in his hand he walked into his kitchen and quickly threw together a breakfast of Eastmoor Cornflakes and a cup of simple St John's Tea. After leaving most of the mess out Marcus headed over towards a large black safe in the corner of the kitchen which he quickly opened after putting in his personal code. As the heavy metal door swung open Marcus grabbed his 9mm pistol and his Compact G36 Rifle then locked it up again. With his rifle on his back and a pistol at his side Marcus put on his police cap and made the short walk across from his house to the small police station in the village.
Though it was called a station it was little more that a one room building consisting of a prison cell, a toilet and the office. Marcus was however more than proud of his job and his small workplace as he was the lone police officer of the village although in a time of crises he did have the back up of all the villages People's Militia and the Army these days was always close by. As Marcus sat down at his desk he placed his rifle beside his chair and waved his TV remote at the small television that hung from the room. When he pressed the on button the TV bursted into live, seams he had left the basted on NETV's Action Movie channel as it was showing a low budget action film that he gathered to be 'From Babkha with Camels'. Marcus then changed the channel over to NETV One in order to catch the days news. The anchor on the program began explaining that the rapid loss of territory and power recently has meant that the Fatherland was unable to participate in the recent Amokolian war. In the background was a montage of troops and tanks fighting in the region when it cut to a statement from the Ministry of Defence in the lack of Nova English Presence. Marcus growing bored decided to check with his counter-part in the nearby village of Uthred's Beard. Though as with Hacot there was absolutely nothing happening, but with that a figure burst into the office causing Marcus to fly backwards off his chair and almost blowing apart the young man with his rifle before he released that it was his next door neighbour. After dusting himself off and giving the lad a clip on the ear he found out that some outsider had taken Mary Wityoun hostage in his hotel room. Marcus quickly radioed local People's Militia and told them to meet him near the hotel.
As he ran to the hotel he could see the hostage taker peering out of the second-story window towards him and pointing what looked like a sawn-off shotgun at the head of a young woman. Marcus was quick to organise the People's Militia into keeping the area around the hotel free from any civilians especially any would be Rambos who always ended up very hurt or worse dead. Once the area was secure Marcus made his way into the building. He quietly opened the door of the room next door to the hostage taker and climbed out of the window then moved slowly onto the balcony of the hostage's room. Marcus made a few last checks on his bullet proof vest and his G36 Compact before finally pulling his balaclava over his face and taking the safety off his gun.
Marcus slid the balcony door of the room open gently as he crept towards the bedroom where the hostage and the attacker were. As Marcus got behind them the hostage taker swung round with Mary in his tight grip and a shot gun pointed at her head. Marcus sweated under his balaclava with his rifle pointed at the attacker waiting for a chance to fire. Eventually the attacker lost patience and went to aim his weapon at the police officer but this was the chance Marcus had been hoping for. His 5.56mm round tore through flesh and skull before pulverising the attacker's somewhat limited brain across the window behind. Mary fell down as the attacker's grip was released and he fell backwards into a bloody mess on the floor. Marcus picked Mary up and took her out to the street towards the awaiting paramedics. But once he got out the building the streets were full of locals cheering his name and a group of soldiers with two tall officers in long grey trench coats and caps greeted him with a firm handshake.
As the sun began to set and Marcus returned home he slumped onto his sofa and switched on his TV. Already the local news station had a picture of him whilst playing videos that were taken at the scene. He smiled as he lit his Hash pipe and began to smoke, whilst Mary brought in two cups of tea.
Well what do you guys think? If it seems all right I may produce some more detailing a bit of all different jobs and perspectives in the Fatherland.
Grinstead County
Hacot
Marcus Griffiths rose from his bed to the sounds of marching outside his small detached house. Beams of sunlight filtered into the room through the thin gaps in his cheap blinds that covered the windows of his bedroom. Grabbing his clothes of the end of his bed he managed to catch a glimpse of the column of Royal Soldiers as they marched towards the new borders. Their heavy boots causing a great beat that was carried to all the buildings in the small village of Hacot. Marcus simply smiled and carried on getting dressed as he pulled on his standard Police uniform. Leaving the grey cap in his hand he walked into his kitchen and quickly threw together a breakfast of Eastmoor Cornflakes and a cup of simple St John's Tea. After leaving most of the mess out Marcus headed over towards a large black safe in the corner of the kitchen which he quickly opened after putting in his personal code. As the heavy metal door swung open Marcus grabbed his 9mm pistol and his Compact G36 Rifle then locked it up again. With his rifle on his back and a pistol at his side Marcus put on his police cap and made the short walk across from his house to the small police station in the village.
Though it was called a station it was little more that a one room building consisting of a prison cell, a toilet and the office. Marcus was however more than proud of his job and his small workplace as he was the lone police officer of the village although in a time of crises he did have the back up of all the villages People's Militia and the Army these days was always close by. As Marcus sat down at his desk he placed his rifle beside his chair and waved his TV remote at the small television that hung from the room. When he pressed the on button the TV bursted into live, seams he had left the basted on NETV's Action Movie channel as it was showing a low budget action film that he gathered to be 'From Babkha with Camels'. Marcus then changed the channel over to NETV One in order to catch the days news. The anchor on the program began explaining that the rapid loss of territory and power recently has meant that the Fatherland was unable to participate in the recent Amokolian war. In the background was a montage of troops and tanks fighting in the region when it cut to a statement from the Ministry of Defence in the lack of Nova English Presence. Marcus growing bored decided to check with his counter-part in the nearby village of Uthred's Beard. Though as with Hacot there was absolutely nothing happening, but with that a figure burst into the office causing Marcus to fly backwards off his chair and almost blowing apart the young man with his rifle before he released that it was his next door neighbour. After dusting himself off and giving the lad a clip on the ear he found out that some outsider had taken Mary Wityoun hostage in his hotel room. Marcus quickly radioed local People's Militia and told them to meet him near the hotel.
As he ran to the hotel he could see the hostage taker peering out of the second-story window towards him and pointing what looked like a sawn-off shotgun at the head of a young woman. Marcus was quick to organise the People's Militia into keeping the area around the hotel free from any civilians especially any would be Rambos who always ended up very hurt or worse dead. Once the area was secure Marcus made his way into the building. He quietly opened the door of the room next door to the hostage taker and climbed out of the window then moved slowly onto the balcony of the hostage's room. Marcus made a few last checks on his bullet proof vest and his G36 Compact before finally pulling his balaclava over his face and taking the safety off his gun.
Marcus slid the balcony door of the room open gently as he crept towards the bedroom where the hostage and the attacker were. As Marcus got behind them the hostage taker swung round with Mary in his tight grip and a shot gun pointed at her head. Marcus sweated under his balaclava with his rifle pointed at the attacker waiting for a chance to fire. Eventually the attacker lost patience and went to aim his weapon at the police officer but this was the chance Marcus had been hoping for. His 5.56mm round tore through flesh and skull before pulverising the attacker's somewhat limited brain across the window behind. Mary fell down as the attacker's grip was released and he fell backwards into a bloody mess on the floor. Marcus picked Mary up and took her out to the street towards the awaiting paramedics. But once he got out the building the streets were full of locals cheering his name and a group of soldiers with two tall officers in long grey trench coats and caps greeted him with a firm handshake.
As the sun began to set and Marcus returned home he slumped onto his sofa and switched on his TV. Already the local news station had a picture of him whilst playing videos that were taken at the scene. He smiled as he lit his Hash pipe and began to smoke, whilst Mary brought in two cups of tea.
Well what do you guys think? If it seems all right I may produce some more detailing a bit of all different jobs and perspectives in the Fatherland.
i think you should carry on with it if this is something you want to persue.