Seen Better Days (Jakkara) Jan 12, 2017 10:13:05 GMT -6
Post by Zora Markov on Jan 12, 2017 10:13:05 GMT -6
Former Markovian Embassy - 13:00
Taking a deep breath, she focused on the task at hand. To her, war was easy. It was her second nature to fight, but this was different altogether. She held a piece of paper tightly, make it crumple lightly. She took a deep breath as she looked at the podium she would be speaking on a few minutes later.
"<Nervous?>" Asked her head of security, Dmitri in Markovian
"<That obvious, huh?>," she said with a nervous chuckle.
"<You have nothing to worry about. The DSS has assured us that they have everything covered, and even then I have my men stationed in the crowd and on anti-sniper on the roof>" Dmitri said placing a hand on her shoulder. "<If anything goes wrong you can personally blame me>" He said followed by a deceivingly hearty laugh.
Zora returned the laugh but that wasn't why she was worried. This was an important occasion to try and rally support for her cause by other nations. She knew that with one wrong thing said or one thing said out of context could mean the end of it all. She looked over the speech again trying to memorise some sections off by heart so she wouldn't be looking at the paper over and over. This was one of the few occasions she couldn't speak from the heart, speaking from the heart caused controversy. A nicely written politically correct speech she revised over and over making it perfect.
Zora saw the former ambassador to Markovia motion her over. She knew it was time to deliver her speech. She also had it held outside as a sign of defiance to Doom as an 'I'm not afraid to speak publicly about your tyranny' It was dangerous, but Zora would never back down in the face of anger, especially when it came to defying Von Doom.
As Zora approached the podium she looked at the gathered audience, there were several cameras pointed at her as were supports eagerly waiting to hear her speak. She placed the speech down in front of her and took a deep breath.
"The atrocities done to the people of Markovia and Latveria should be a crime against the most basic of human ri-"
Two bangs went off. One from behind her and not even a second later one came from across the street.
It was immediately followed by an extremely painful feeling coming from her gut. She instantly went to grasp for the pain and saw that her hand was being covered in her own blood. It didn't take her long to collapse from shock, the last thing she was Dmitri running towards her.
NYU Langone Medical Center- 2 days later - 15:00
Time seemed to move in a blur. She only remembered bits and pieces. Screaming, yelling, panic and pain. Lots and lots of pain. She stirred in her sleep as the incident repeated over and over in her head. Then was a long period of darkness and peace. She didn't know how long she was gone but she slowly stirred awake from her rest. Her eyes slowly opened to a white room filled with sunlight. She guessed she was moved to a hospital after the assassination. She was still too dazed to fully see clearly. She only saw a lone, blurry, figure to the right of her.
"Dmitri?" she asked much weaker than expected. She tried to sit up which was immediately followed by a severe stabbing pain in her gut, which she immediately went to grasp with a pained hiss coming from her mouth. Before she slouched back into the hospital bed. Trying to clear her head and think straight. An area which the pain wouldn't help.
"reminded me to never get shot again." she said with a meek chuckle afterward.