When Standing
#3 of Gore Street
Sorry for the delay... drama drama drama, let this pass....
ON WITH THE SHOW!
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"We aren't going to take this anymore!" Shouted the bull. "How many years have carnivores on the other side of town, just waltzed into our streets and homes, unprovoked, to rape and desecrate us and where we live? That's what this march is about. Nowhere else in the country does this happen. This city is suppose to be the largest in the country, but when you lack decency for other lives, how can you count it at all?"
The camera panned to get a sweeping view of the assembled crowed, marching through the plaza. An estimated, 255.000 assembled fursons had started walking from the Blue Hill neighborhood, where a vicious gang rape had been brazenly committed a week ago and where an hour and a half away from the Provincial Building. Reportedly around 2,300 carnivore furs where present, but they weren't shouting nearly loud enough to be heard.
The ursine camera fur walked behind his partner. Jesse was a slip of a silver fox, not as busty as that red vixen cocksucker Jenette in the newsroom, but she stilled believed she had her journalistic integrity. They had a few minutes of down time before they were back on and they where only one crew reporting. Word had it that this was getting international attention.
"Big break, big break..." She said under her breath.
"Oooom, ooooom, burriitoooo!"
"Bret, you smart ass, when are you going to find religion? I have to worth with that fat heathen ass of yours. You're killing my mojo."
"Religion is a thing of the past babe, it means as much to the masses as All*Mart. You only go there cause you have to and you with you had more coupons."
"You sicken me. How are my tits?" She bent forward as she adjusted her cleavage.
"The shining beacon for young female journalist everywhere Jess." He said kiddingly in his deep voice. "I hope we see a stampede."
"Bigot," She scolded they way anyone would when they agreed when something was funny and socially inappropriate. "Say it louder, and we might get it!"
"It's mostly bovine out here, we're all thinking it! Dan's crew is in the front, I guess when he gets stomped I get to date his wife."
"We're back in ten and you would have to feed his kids!"
"Ooo, fuck that! Three..." He held up two fingers, before lowering them and queuing Jesse.
"Hello, Jesse Renah still on location. Authorities are working to prevent the explosion of the proverbial powder keg. As soon as the announcement that the march was being organized, groups where announcing they would be interfering, subversively, counter protesting and with physical force. State security has investigated as many leads as possible, even making a few arrests in the last few days. All fursons within a blocks distance are being randomly searched.
"The Governor was quoted 'It's imperative that no one is hurt during a peaceful protest, all considerations for participant and state security staff safety is being considered.'" Jesse walked towards the moving column picking out a young wolf. "Sir, you've heard there are groups that a talking seriously about how they won't stand to see protest like this go on, what do you have to say."
"Umm, well. The thought is archaic and outdated." He spoke slowly and his eyes zipped from Jesse to the camera. "I think it's time things changed." He said with a bit more confidence.
"Thank you. Now, as I hear it, the very fronts of the protestors have reached the steps of the Provincial Administration Building and we'll be moving up to get some footage." As Jesse to short quick steps as dictated by her impractical heals, she would toss a glance at Bret's camera. "So far today, no arrests have been made and the majority of participants, though stoic seem pleased with how this is turning out. Jenette, Ted, I'm just a minute away from the front where there is, as I'm told, just the regulation security is waiting outside the Administration Building. A larger security detail is with the Governor as threats against his life had risen since his announcement that he indorsed the protest.
Yes, we are coming up now."
As Jesse and Bret began to come into view of the buildings steps, a canister flew into the air a white trail showing the arc. Surprised faces where on all members of the security team, no gas masks or riot officers in sight, a maelstrom began from where the can of gas was launched from, slowly spreading as fursons where so tightly packed up front that they had trouble moving out of the way or being able to defend themselves much.
"Are you getting this?" Jesse asked, almost terrified and trying not to admit she was excited. Bret nodded, pointing at her signaling he hadn't skipped a beat and he was getting everything. "Out of nowhere, violence has erupted from the protesters, with a can of gas aimed at Provincial Security and unexplained violence from within the protestors. Now more security is coming to back up, the 20 or so guards stationed at the steps. It doesn't look like too many are rushing towards them, but I do see mace and tasers being used.
"Most of the commotion is coming from the center of the protestors! Nothing I can see from here is telling me what's going on!"
"Incoming!" Was now being heard as dozens of canisters of tear gas where being thrown in the direction of the protestors now, forcing the marchers back on each other to escape the effects of the gas, fursons where being dragged down and screams where now cutting a higher pitch as injuries where now occurring.
It had taken just over a minute for chaos to erupt.
There was chaos in Jesse's ear bud as well, fellow reporters screaming and the anchors trying to calm everything down. Suddenly static, than a pop that forced Jesse to pull the bud from her hear and toss it on the ground.
"Should we move back or stay?"
"I just hold the camera lady! It's up to you!"
"Then let's see if we can move around and get a better look!
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Mass appologies. Let this story show that I am working on the continuation, this is just a segway into the juicy bits. Promise.