Ain't no mountain high enough [p]

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    Liesl looked around the small town she resided in, the same smell of fresh bread hitting her, as she went down to the local florist's. She went in soon seeing nobody at the front desk, "Hello?" She called out, soon seeing one of the older women come running down, "Oh Liesl, I didn't know you were coming in today."


    Liesl nodded, "I'm working full time now." She smiled and began caring for the flowers, soon hearing a commotion and yelling in Serbian she looked out seeing a Nationalist group that had been protesting in the area come down the road. Liesl went to watch, before being bombarded by flyers, pamphlets, and a young man around her age seemingly in the group. She gasped, looking at him, "I should probably move out your way." She awfully calm in the situation seeing as though people were jeering the group.


    [[Sorry if that's not a big enough post]]

    Nikola shouldn't be as peaceful as he is. Maybe it was a sense of duty or maybe just respect for his own nation. Someone his age should be jittery and jumping at the bit, not calm. Maybe it was the events that haven't happened yet. Only a select view knew of the plot and they'd all end up dead if anyone knew. In little protests, he was never handed the papers. His job was a professional person who just stands there and adds to the numbers. That was his job here at least.


    When his finger was against the trigger it would be another story. All that sheer peace woukd vanish into smoke, but it was so long overdue. He felt something bump into his chest directly. He muttered a few illegible words in Slavic. Oh how he detested this country. "You think?" He muttered out rather coldly






    [I forgot if this was before or after the assassination]

    [[Before]]
    Liesl looked at Nikola, trying not to say something back. Then one of the protester's came over, "Ah, what a lovely little flower." He walked over, asking, "Are you free tonight?"


    Liesl turned sharply, "No I have to work." She went to walk but the man stopped her.


    "Come now, you work so hard no?" He fondled with her hair, before the girl glared at him, then bumping into Nikola.


    Liesl looked at the pursuer before getting away from the crowd, trying not to be helpless in the situation. Better yet, punch the man for being inappropriate.

    Nikola opened his mouth to speak but once again is interrupted. Of course. Bumped into? Of course. He spoke multiple languages and at this point he had to decide which one to curse in. A string came out in Serbian before a sharply hissed "Luka." He said in warning and of recognition of the other male. Nikola was shorter on the two by at least a foot.


    They couldn't afford anything right now. The wanted a new regime. That needed public support. Harassing the locals wouldn't get them there. "Sorry hölgyem." He uttered the last part in Hungarian.

    Liesl looked at the crowd before disappearing around the corner. She stopped working around seven, it was early considering she was a slight workaholic, and she had nothing to go to back at her home. She decided to go to get dinner, she walked into a small local pub before hearing Luka's voice. She sauntered cautiously through the crowds before sitting somewhere in a corner.


    "Ah what a pleasure to see you, sorry for harassing you?" He had walked over before sitting across from her.


    This made Liesl mad, "I'm going to be nice before I use brute force, please leave!" She looked at him dead in the face, before her gaze averted to him calling Nikola over.