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 Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 11:39 pm
 The sound of cannon fire signalled the grand opening of the booth that had been making some rather loud construction sounds for the past hour. The black curtain had been pulled back, and a pulsing brightness passed - was that a searchlight?! - as the sounds of patriotic halloween music eerily lurched to a start from an unseen record player. Riley's Campaign Booth was ready, stocked, and fully loaded with swag for the masses.  The only non-glittered items on the booth seemed to be a stack of freshly printed out flyers, with plain but bold writing on them. The poster behind the booth is repeated in full color at the top of the page, followed by Riley's Mission Statement. Quote: Dear Students of Amityville; You will have a lot of choices placed upon your head this coming election. Perhaps the hardest choice of all will be to decide who will best represent you at the head of your Student Council. Yes, I say, quite fervently, YOUR Student Council. The Student Council is meant to be a body of fellows that accurately represent the needs, and desires, of the student body in general. Your problems, your triumphs, your greatest needs must be both heard, and acted upon. Only when your voice is heard, can we, as members of Student Council, act accordingly. If I am elected as President of your Student Council, I do not need to make any promises of grandeur. I merely need remind you that as a student, I made my voice heard. I have assisted the Student Council twice already in events. I assisted our current president with the Scarentine's Dance, as well as teaming up with SC member Nukpana to bring our grand Prom to life, and they were both a rousing success. I created, coordinated, planned, and executed the Paintball Event which you may have been a part of, or aware of. All in all, I have already proven that I can handle the tasks your Student Council President must be ready to tackle. The only question left to ask is, can you trust me to accurately represent YOUR needs to our Student Council, and ultimately to our faculty? No piece of paper or fancy booth is going to tell you that. Stop by my booth and talk to me, one on one. Stop me in the halls to say hello. Come knock on my door and ask me my opinion or tell me your issue. See for yourself just who you're voting for, this election, before you make any real judgement. The one promise I will always honor is the only one that matters - I will always listen to your needs. What you, my fellow students, desire - that is my only mission statement. My greatest concern is to fulfill your needs. So please, get to know all your candidates this election, before making a decision. This vote is not about the petty issues, but the facts. Who can you trust to get the job done right? Who can you trust to represent your needs? Who can you rely on? Rely on Riley - for the office of your President of Student Council.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 2:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 2:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 3:01 pm
Some mysterious student seems to have been roped into dressing like Cthulhu and entertaining the boothgoers.. 
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 3:12 pm
It looks like a handful of stars and treats seem to be sitting on the side, waiting for some kind of event.. or game.. but what could it be? The mystery looked like it was about to be revealed, as Christof had just rolled out a cannon, a cart filled with paintball guns, and.. cannon cat plushies? I would not touch, or squeeze, those plushies if I were you. The game is simple: You post the following code in an RP post-[size=24][color=red][b]PULL![/b][/color][/size] And you wait for Christof to fire the cannon! Christof will roll for you specifically in his post, and you must then roll the same number to shoot the cannon cat in the air!
If you win, you get to choose between a Sugar Flayer or a Magical Treat as a prize, or you might get lucky and get to choose from our prize pool! Good luck!
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 3:22 pm
((A lot of people went into making this booth! I don't know how to thank them for their enthusiasm and generosity. Seriously, you guys went nuts, I love you. XD If the character ICly made something, the name will be in bold <3)) Booth and Poster: Christof (Bilious) Button Template and Spookie Bags: (Dragain) Vandalized Button Slogans: Andeon (Orestae) Riley Plushies: (InuMitsu) Cthulthu Plushies and Mascot: Charlie (Chobi_Chocobo) Spookies: Lizzy and Xiu (Kaiyumi) Pens: (Blade Kuroda) Hats: (Nekoluch) T-Shirts: (Drifter Jet Enduro) Eye Scream: (Enoh Love) COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF GLITTER: CLOAK (YOU'RE WELCOME)
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 4:02 pm
Israfel saw the booth and was moved. Riley for president. But- what about- She was falling into the system. She was becoming the system. Walking over Israfel felt his ear wings fall flat as he looked at her, crushed. "Riley." He bowed his head before looking at her right in the eyes.
"Count Chocula does not approve."
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 4:05 pm
Cannons? Siddie turned to look. Oh - that was a very purple booth indeed, and a familiar shade of purple, at that. She wandered over to take a look, interestedly perusing the swag.
"Wow, you've really worked hard on this," she said to Riley. "I'm impressed." Then she spotted the tiny top hat with its ruffles and tentacles and squeaked happily. "Oh - how much are they?" It didn't occur to her that the stuff could be free - one, it was really well made, and two, well. Riley.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 4:13 pm
Christof watched as the plush cannon cat soared through the air and out of sight. Yes, the testing of the cannon went rather well, and he had completely failed to set himself on fire... this time. His stitched mouth twitched up into an anxious grin, shifting uncomfortably in his nice suit Calder had helped him in. The... additions to his anatomy felt cramped under the coat, but at least he felt more presentable.
He was feeling winded, but glanced about the booth proudly. Mistress was a shoe-in, he was positive! Not only did everyone adore her, but they had all pitched in so wonderfully. After building the decorations for Prom, the booth had been much easier, but still had eaten up a lot of his time since his return from home. He beamed proudly as he shifted to adjust one of the bows on the table before sitting down beside it, fidgeting with something.... mysterious... behind his small home-made cannon. If Mistress needed him, she would call, he hoped.
He also hoped she'd leave some of the spookies for her potential voters.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 4:14 pm
Riley bent her head down slightly to meet Israfel eye to eye, and deadpanned at him. Count Chocula is too much of a chicken to show his face around here. His opinion bears no weight on my actions.
Then she straightened up, pulled one of the little hats off the shelf, and attached it carefully to Siddie's hair. They're free, darling. And might I say, just your style.
Her hands pulled away, tilting her head to admire her handiwork. Everything here is free, today. I simply want to spread the message that I am running for President. Not make a profit.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 4:51 pm
"Why thank you," Siddie chirped, and adjusted the hat slightly, patting the fake tentacles into place. "I didn't want to assume. They're so nice, after all." Long habit and training had taught her to be wary of gifts offered by demons, even friendly ones (sometimes especially the friendly ones); but since carrying Riley's swag was a form of advertisement, she supposed it was safe enough. She didn't know Riley quite well enough to be sure whether being the mindflayer ghoul's friend might be a form of protection, but Sammy trusted Riley, and Siddie trusted Sammy's judgement.
"So very organized and well set up," she commented, tilting her head a little. "I'd say that's an excellent trait for a candidate." After a moment's hesitation, she scooped up a plush and a button as well, wondering idly whether Riley would object to outfits being made for her stuffed avatar. She'd ask later.
A little belatedly, what Israfel had said registered, and she turned to him, mouth rounding into a little o. "You're Count Chocula?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:47 pm
Earlier, Hel had visited a booth for a ghoul running for Vice-president, so maybe it wasn’t too far off that she would run into another school election booth. A booth that caught her attention within moments, as it all started with a bang. The reaper stared at Riley’s booth dumbstruck for the moment. It was…it was…
Beautiful.
The canon, all the promotional items, the signs, and this Riley even had a nicely dressed helper! Hel was in awe. This was someone who knew what she was doing when running for a position of power, and she was clearly in charge of it all. The ghoul came closer, her hands slipping out of her apron pockets to hang at her sides for now as she stared at the merchandise across the booth, and then at Riley herself. She stared up at the demon in complete and utter awe. So…regal and assured of herself! Hel admired her air of authority completely.
“…I aspire to be at your level of command and authority one day.” Hel uttered to the demoness.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 6:04 pm
Jericho had been around, helping out while getting things together for himself. At least that was what he was trying to do. He needed to be around anyway, to help deal with the cannon. Christof couldn't really deal with the fire part of the thing and all.
A few people had stopped by the booth already, which brought a grin to his face. Yes. His friend was going to have an amazing campaign.
"Everything looks pretty sweet," he said to Riley before grabbing one of the hats. He played around with it some and placed it on his head.
"How do I look?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 6:12 pm
Junko had been drawn in by the sight of a flying plush cannon cat. She'd heard it. She'd seen it. Yes, it was truly a flying cannon cat. The question was why was the cannon cat soaring with the greatest of ease? Junko followed the direction of where it had come from and quickly put two and two together. Cannon cat plus booth plus Riley equals winner. Oh wait! Riley! Yes! She'd been wanting to see her! Junko wandered over to the booth with a bright smile, the spookies being the first thing she spotted. Naturally she also saw the empty baggies and gave the mindflayer a suspicious eye, waiting for her to start climbing under tables and drag people underneath them. Just waiting.
While waiting she took a bag.
But this booth! It was so nice! So well done! So--WERE THOSE PLUSHIES?! "Kawaiiiiiiiiii!" Junko gasped with delight, blushing and looking around as if she hadn't expected to say that. Spending twenty four hours a day with kitsunes of the same culture as her, speaking the same language, made her more prone to slipping back into what was comfortable. She remembered the last time she and Tomoko and Seiji had conversed in Japanese. It had freaked out the other students. But this booth made it clear what its purpose was. Riley was running for student council president, and Junko wasn't the least bit surprised.
"Wow, Riley! This looks amazing! Have you been planning for this?" She asked the mindflayer while opening her spookie bag and taking a bite out of the spookie she had picked out from inside. Mmmm! Delicious! There was no way this had been on short notice. She'd considered being on student council herself a few times throughout the year mostly because their own had been quite...absent...but she didn't think she quite had the umph for the actual campaigning.
She could stand to learn a thing or five from Riley, looking the booth over and taking it all in.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 6:13 pm
Ah, a fresh face. It was exactly the kind of publicity Riley was hoping for, by setting up the booth at the festival. Her hand unfurled outward elegantly with a flourish, for Hel to take. Welcome. She murmured with a small tilt of her head. I appreciate the vote of confidence. My name is Riley. As if that wasn't clear from the massive merchandise proclaiming her name. It is a pleasure to meet you. Might I inquire your name?
And then Jericho had to ruin her perfect facade of elegance and poise, by putting on one of the silly hats and posing for her. A snicker snuck out, before her mental voice cleared it's mental throat. Ah. Yes. That's. That's a good look for.. you. Her voice shook slightly, holding back the laughter.
Junko saved her, catching her attention and allowing her the chance to calm herself down. Junko, so lovely to see you. I have not exactly been planning this, so much as.. I have always had plans prepared for campaigning in general. I just put them all into play. It is, ah, difficult to explain. Though, it doesn't hurt to have such faithful friends. She turned her head slightly and offered Christof an affectionate twirl of thought, before returning to Junko. I hope you enjoy the cookies, they were an unexpected donation to the cause from Lizzy and Xiu.
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