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Post by allanryan on Jul 17, 2007 0:34:44 GMT -5
Brasila, Brazil
October 1940
President Ryan frowned, mechanical troubles on his PBY kept him from arriving on time. Being 3 days late was bad form. He would definatley apologize for it being a world leader didn't excuse him for being 3 days late.
Allan looked around and spotted his ride to the Capitol with the recent events in England there would be much to discuss
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Post by farly on Jul 17, 2007 23:27:20 GMT -5
Brasilia, Brazil
October, 1940
At the offices of Presidente Rafael Cisneros
Rafael waited eagerly in his office. The tardy of the president was understood, as his advisors had informed him of the technical difficulties. He tapped his pen against the table quickly, he was nervous since this was the first meeting with such a close neighbor. America was a force to be reckoned with, and he needed friends in such a crazy world.
Since the declaration of war between France and England things had been tense in the office. People were scattering frantically to find out exactly what happened to spark such a conflict.
"Sir, the president's car has arrived." An assistant said.
"Send him in as soon as possible, we have much to talk about."
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Post by allanryan on Jul 18, 2007 15:07:41 GMT -5
Brasilia, Brazil
October, 1940
The car dropped President Ryan infront of the Offices of the Brazilian President, it was a pleasant looking older building with an obvious Portugese Influence.
The American President made his way quickly up the steps, down the various hallways and into the Brazillian President's Office.
"Hello Mister President"
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Post by farly on Jul 18, 2007 16:02:04 GMT -5
Brasilia, Brazil
October,1940
"Ah, President Ryan, welcome to Brazil!"
Cisneros looked the president in the eye, trying to read his current mood. He wasn't sure how he had reacted to the war in Europe. He made his way over to the bar, and pulled a bottle of scotch off the top shelf.
"Care for a glass of scotch? I do enjoy a drink when discussing business and the likes."
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Post by allanryan on Jul 19, 2007 22:55:37 GMT -5
"None for myself, I'm afraid. I don't drink very often." Allan leaned back in his chair, hopefully this would be a simple matter seperate from the mess of affairs in Europe, but his gut feeling was that it wouldn't be.
"I'll take a glass of tea however, and if you don't mind let's get down to buisness shall we?"
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Post by farly on Jul 20, 2007 16:04:59 GMT -5
A servant brought in a cup of Brazil's finest tea for the president. Rafael took a pull from his glass of scotch and set it down on the fine mahongany table in front of him. His facial features let off a look of concern, as a war brewed in Europe, he sat in his office, trying to woo a fellow leader.
"Onto business. We are close neighbors, you and I. I think a trade agreement, and perhaps mutual defensive agreement would be beneficial to both of us. The mutual defensive agreement would simply be us watching each others back. If you are attacked, Brazil will spare some forces to help protect you. I think it would be a great way to start off good relations between our two nations."
He was somewhat worried about his proposal. He had not been feeling well, and how he presented it was not what he had wanted.
(OOC: I am pretty tired, so this post is written like crap :/ Sorry.)
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Post by farly on Aug 1, 2007 13:05:44 GMT -5
OOC: We need to finish this meeting, it is weeks old in game!
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