Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-25828117-20180529160011

 WINTER 

An overcast sky hung over Ottawa, the capital of the unincorporated US territory of Canada. The trees had lost all their leaves and the air was cold but uncharacteristically for Canada at this time of year, as of yet no snow had fallen. Not that snow would've kept anyone home, this demonstration was too damn important. Not to mention the fact that due to the total descemation of the Canadian job market most people standing on that grassy knoll in front of the capitol this december morning were unemployed and had nothing else to do.

"America loves Canada! But not its people.." a women yelled as she held up a placard which had that same sentence written on it. And she was sort of right.

The United States had been dealing with civil unrest within its own borders, Canada, while populated, provided desperately needed jobs for its southern neighbor and was for Washington a political pressure release valve; Canadians themselves be damned. Due to a loophole in the annexation act of 2072, Congress could keep the promised US citizen rights for its new subjects in limbo as long as proper annexation hadn't occured. What that exactly meant was kept vague: From language laws in French-Canada to support to resistance movements still existing... The mount of excuses kept piling up to keep Canadians as second-class citizens in this Pan-American empire.

And today, the denizens of Ottawa once again tried to protest. On top of their former Parliament Hill. Thousands had come. Men, women, children. A crowd of neatly dressed people mixed in with homeless people. A sea of angry faces, fedoras and placards aimed squarely at the capitol building.

In front of this building stood a line of gentlemen with rifles. The army had been called up to keep the peace and keep things from escalating. Officially.

"We Exist!"

"We need food!"

The crowd's chants could be heard blocks away. Blocks of mostly abandoned streets, both figuratively and literally. The roads of Canada had seen better days. Years, the road services couldn't even afford salt to keep the streets from freezing over as to keep accidents from happening and the roads from cracking or the asphalt to corrode. Despite this fact a few cafés tried to keep their businesses near Ottawa's downtown district open, even today. The Peacock was open for business to those who could afford it and it had a view overlooking Capitol Hill from its first floor.

A few apartments down the road however, the Canadian resistance had set up shop. In a boarded-up dilapidated row house, Harry Trembley peered through the window from the third floor over the demonstration along with some of his men and women, they were ready to die for the cause.

Unbeknownst to them. In the sewer system below the square another resistance group, the French-Canadian Quebec Libre! had taken position. Zoé Gervais, their leader wasn't with them however, but their goal was clear...