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 Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 10:04 pm
"Hey, is this thing on?" A gnome stood in front of a sickly looking ickycom, which had green slime oozing out of its mouth. After giving it a few whacks - and losing a chunk of his hair to the ickycom's teeth, he finally got it to work properly.
"So this year we'll be doing things a little differently. See that camcorder there?" He pointed at a camcorder, being manned by a gnome who was currently more interested in filming ghouls' legs than whatever was going on on the stage, "We'll be filming your speeches down, and play them over and over and over again, even on election day. If you don't want people to get tired of your stupid sounding voices, better make it good."
He was about to step away when he remembered something, and added as an afterthought, "Remember to talk about what you would do for the school. If you mess up, we ain't rerecording it for you."
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 10:05 pm
OOC Instructions Students will get exactly one post of 500 words or less to convince other students to vote for them. This year, all students running for Student Council will have to include an idea they would like to propose as an event for if they were elected, so please start thinking about it; for example, coming up with a fundraiser event/orp if you're trying for Treasurer. To make it easier for voters, please put the position you're trying out for at the top of your post in bold + orange! Also please bold (or underline, if you use bold as a font for your character) the event/thing your student is proposing. Thank you! If you signup, but fail to post here, you will be disqualified! There is no predetermined order, so just go for it! You have until 26 March to post a speech; if everyone post theirs early, this will close early too, and voting will open early. Good luck, everyone! Quote: List of CandidatesPresident
Aymet
Riley
Frost in the Storm
Vice president
Sparrow Heartreed
Amrita
Secretary
Mortimer McNeal
Public Relations
Amarus
Alexander Van Rotte
Lou C. Ferre
Remi
Treasurer
Thackery
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 12:58 pm
(( STUDENT COUNCIL SPEECHES NOW OPEN!
Be sure to double-check the rules; you have until MARCH 26TH to get your speeches in!
If all candidates post their speeches prior to closing day we will close speeches early in favor of moving onto the next bit!
Good luck!))
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 1:48 pm
[[ PUBLIC RELATIONS ]]
Amarus was dressed in one of the only other outfits she now owned, which looked remarkably like her usual style. It had been a debate between this, and the strange tightly-fitting "nurse" outfit that she'd found at Pins & Needles. She smoothed her hands over her dress, folded them casually into the kuji-kiri for Toh and then addressed the camera.
"I was told that I should open with a joke," Amarus began, her voice smooth and soft, mirror-silver eyes betraying no emotion, "but I have no sense of humour."
She then paused, perhaps too long, and smiled: "Just kidding." Her face lit up, and relaxed; proof that her time spent at Amityville had changed her. It was undeniable she still had a predatory edge to her, but on the other hand, she now looked approachable-- and, most importantly, she was still very smartly dressed. "I am Amarus, Lotus Eater. Others may be more familiar with my, ah, baking talents by now. If you are not, please feel free to ask me for a sample when you see me in the halls. I am always happy to oblige, and I always have something delicious to nibble on," she suggested, her eyes glinting as she smiled wider.
"As a candidate for Public Relations, I would like to propose an event that would allow students to showcase their own personal style..." she thought of Aymet's terrifying mode of dress, of Zel's elegance, of Olivia's cuteness, Kettil's handsomeness, and even of Freya's... well, Freya's hotness. Glossing over that last thought: "A fashion show, but most importantly, it would showcase Clubs and even Sports Teams-- student clubs would be invited to create a couple outfits and our Sports teams could showcase their team spirit via uniforms or team colours; they could then recruit students to model them, for a Runway gala."
Amarus paused, to let the full weight of that sink in. She held up the apron she personally wore when she baked as an example. "I could submit this apron for the Baking Club, for example," she said, "and perhaps the Clubs and Teams could sell the items afterwards, to accrue funds."
The speech part of her campaign couldn't allow her to exercise her personal aura, which was a shame, and it also didn't let her distribute baked goods. But she could do that in person later, right? Soothe, calm, interact. "It would even provide an opportunity for our news clubs and anyone interested in photography to get some experience," she added, talking the event up further.
"Again, my name is Amarus, and on top of providing delicious baked goods and a sense of comfort, I would definitely contribute a sense of, ah, flair to school events... I suspect we could use it," she said, eying some of the crusty old decorations the gnomes had put up.
As her very last filmed act, Amarus winked into the camera, with a sly smile: it was as if she was letting them in on a secret.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 7:22 pm
((Public Relations))
Alexander eyed the podium with a hint of nervousness in his gaze before he shuffled his way up onto the dusty and somewhat dilapidated stage.It was almost intimidating, to suddenly be on camera like this, knowing that soon the whole school would be viewing this recording later, again and again.
Almost, but not quite.
The Zomboil, who was dressed for once in a very clean black suit, with his red tie and skull clip securely fastened, had styled his hair so that both his eyes, a mismatched pair of dark red and palest grey, were showing. It was important, he thought, that the viewers be able to see the earnest quality and honesty in his gaze.
He turned those eyes on the camera now, a smile spreading across his face, one that was simply friendly and easygoing. He lifted his hands to set down on either side of the podium before speaking. "Hello. I'm Alexander Van Rotte." He paused for a moment, and then continued on.
"For those who don't know me, I am a third year, and I am very honored to have been a part of Amityville Academy for so long. A school that is the most prestigious, boasting an excellent faculty roster, and is a facility that currently houses the best friends that I am likely to ever make."
Another short pause, while he lifted his hands, palms up. "A school that is brimming with cultural diversity, both within it's walls, and outside of them as well. It is for this reason, that I wish to propose a Cultural Fair to be held on the Amityville School grounds.
"I believe that, as a candidate for Public Relations, it is important to promote unity and understanding. A Cultural Fair is a prime approach towards meeting that end. Students could set up their own booths to showcase their own culture. There could be games, food, performances...the sky is really the limit! Invitations could be extended towards our neighboring horsemen to join in the festivities, with booths of their own if they wish to contribute in such a way." He was getting rather excited, if the way his easy smile began to spread into a face splitting grin was any indication.
"And it doesn't have to be just for individuals. Clubs could join in as well, since many of these organizations are influenced heavily by various ethnic backgrounds. Art, movies, music, baking, tea, fashion and even fitness, just to name a few. Again, as I said, the sky is the limit." He finished, lifting one hand to run fingers through his hair, quickly destroying the efforts he'd made by turning the white streaked with black into a disheveled mess.
"So please." He finished, setting his hands back down again. "Help me to bring this idea to life. Vote Alexander for Public Relations." He concluded, with a bright and cheerful smile and a small gesture somewhere between a wave and a salute, before he made his exit off of the stage.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 2:36 pm
[ Vice President ]
Sparrow Heartreed was extremely nervous.
He wondered whether this was a good or a bad thing, decided that it was a good thing because he was at least being honest with himself, and made his way towards the stage.
He tripped on the last step, gathered himself, and stumbled to the podium, clearing his throat and giving the camera a bright, smooth smile, despite the fact that his cheeks were now slightly pink.
Sparrow took a deep breath. Calm down.
"Students - no, friends, rather, of Amityville," he said, and talking made things easier, made him forget his nervousness. He linked his gloved hands together behind his back and squared his shoulders, tilting his head to see everyone more clearly.
"My name is Sparrow Heartreed, and I am running for Vice President of the Student Council. Last year, as a Knob, I ran for Treasurer. However as a Third Year, I feel as though I am more capable and more suitable for the position of Vice President, due to a variety of reasons."
His expression shifted, became serious. "I know right now we've got everything colliding, it seems. We've got the Hunters constantly after us, we've got the Horsemen on our backs, we've got everything happening all at once, and it can be overwhelming."
He took another breath. Steady as she goes.
"That's why, as your Vice President, I would incorporate more student unifying activities; things like carnivals and more club-oriented festivals to boost confidence and positivity. I would very much like to instigate student-run Horseman and Hunter classes as well, for our newer students or anyone who may need a bit more information. These tie together under one unifying goal - which is that I'd rather work on bolstering the unions among students than focusing on the horsemen or hunters. We are Halloween, after all."
Sparrow's face soft, his smile turning into a gentle one. "It can be frustrating," he said quietly. "to feel as though you're insignificant, that you're just one of the many. That you don't matter when there are so many other people here at this school. I don't want anyone to feel that way. We are all part of Amityville, and it is a part of us. Each one of you has an invaluable something that makes you one of us, that tells me who you are and why you matter. No matter what anyone tells you, no matter what happens, you matter. And as your Vice President, I will do everything that I can to make sure that you know that."
He stepped away from the podium, bent over into a respectful bow, one hand against his stomach.
"I thank you for your time."
Then he straightened, making his way off the stage and back into the wings.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 5:49 pm
(( Public Relations))
Truth be told he shouldn’t be nervous. He enjoyed attention, in its many forms. So why did that podium look so far away? Why was his blood pumping through his ears?
Still he waited for his chance. Wearing a very simple, yet clean, outfit that consisted of a dark grey vest over a pale blue shirt and black slacks. It was dull, boring, so in a act of rebellion he wore one of his brightest pairs of sandals he owned. They were bright orange, and matched the beads he wore around his neck perfectly.
Remi closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. It was his turn. Approaching the podium he had no papers with him. Looking out on the audience, he cleared his throat. “I have heard somewhere that while practicing public speaking it is best to imagine your audience in their underwear, something about removing the fear from it all.” A paused, his dual toned eyes scanning once more. “Well honestly, I can tell you that it’s a load of crap. I am still rather nervous.” He quirked the corner of his mouth, a usual grin plastered on his face. Oh yeah this was going to be a disaster.
“I’m not going to come to you with fancy words or a well thought out speech, all your going to see here is me being well… Me.” He shrugged his shoulders next, more theatrical than anything. Focusing once more on the audience (And the camera) he leaned against the podium. “So here goes. My name is Remi, though im sure a few of you know me as ‘that blue fox’ by this point. I am a second year student, close to my third year. If you know me at all, you would know just how much of a people person I am. I enjoy interacting with everyone, and promote everyone interacting together as a group and yet, still be an individual.“ It was good to just be yourself.
“Okay long story short… I want to be your public relations head. Why? Because I think I would make a damn good one. I am good with people; I am good with art… being someone whom is pretty good with illusions would help out a lot when it comes to making things pretty. I can be insanely organized and helpful for any task."
"I have an idea I like to call Otokoyo, which I believe will bring everyone together for a fun time. In a nutshell, it is a maze with tasks and there is a prize in the end… if you make it.” He gave a challenging smile. “It will promote working together towards a common goal while enjoying yourself.”
One of the gnomes was waving a hand irritatedly. “…I guess that means my time is up already according to grumpy here. Well, to close I can say to please vote Remi for public relations.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 5:29 pm
[Teasurer]
The first time he'd done this, Thackery was barely a student, still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and sure that the world was at his fingertips if he'd just reach for it. Even today, his eyes still held an eager glint and everything he approached was done with the same optimistic excitement he'd had in his first year here; but the 'world' part was something to be worked toward, to share with others who worked hard too. It was a truth that he was more than okay with, considering all that he and his classmates had been through together.
He tried not to think about the fact that he was following Remi, offering the kitsune a shaky little smile before taking his own turn. These were his friends (and his future friends, since few could escape that title) listening to him - nothing to worry about. Clutching the edges of the stand in front of him, he teetered forward, grinning at the students. And then the camcorder, as an afterthought.
"Hi everyone! If you don't know me yet, my name's Thackery! I'm in my third year here, so I wanna be able to do as much as I can to help before I go. I'm running for treasurer this time since looking after stuff is something I'm really good at. Probably better at than anything else! It's kind of what being a Cerberus is all about. But anyway, I know being here and working so hard in your classes can be stressful sometimes. So...I think a Swirlpool Festival would be a really fun idea for a fundraiser! We could have a party and everyone could hang out and stuff beforehand, with maybe games and raffles for inkjars and other minipet things, and then--"
He paused briefly, smile widening. He looked an awful lot like a little scareling that was bursting at the seams, holding in something he was obviously proud of.
"We have some little jars filled with inkjar mixing pigment, right, and everyone just pays a small amount of silver seeds for them, and once everyone has however many jars they want, we give a signal and everyone throws the inkjar pigment all over everyone and it'll be a really big mess that we can all play in or smush in each other's hair and stuff! And after that we can have some kind of water fight to clean it all up. But that part will be free so nobody has to be sad and colorful. Nobody should be sad and colorful."
Another pause, to calm down this time. His tail had been wagging so hard that the podium was shaking dangerously.
"And no matter how things go, I want to meet everyone and wanna help you if you need it! But in the meantime, I'd be thankful for your vote!" With a wave and another big smile, he strode off of the stage with his head held high, leaving as much positivity for the next as he could manage.
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 6:58 pm
[[ VICE PRESIDENT ]] Like many of the candidates before her, Amrita stared at the podium as she approached it, clearly nervous but determined. It took her a moment to get over her short bout of stage fright, and when she did her gaze lifted to look towards the 'crowd'.
"Time really flies, doesn't it?" She started with a small smile. "I can't believe it's been a year already! We've all grown so much, and welcomed so many new students, too! It's great to see." The ghoul trailed off for a moment, smiling softly. "Anyway, my name is Amrita and once again I'm trying for Student Council! Last year I tried for PR, but...I'll be honest, decorating isn't my thing, as I'm sure many of you now realize." The ghoul chuckled at her own expense.
"This year, I'll actually focus on my strengths: I'm a studious creature, I can juggle heavy workloads and still whip a few slackers into shape-" Here she paused, staring for a single moment at the camera as if to say You know who you are. "-and if I don't know something, I'll find someone who does. More importantly, I'm dedicated. I won't give up, and I will always do every thing in my power to see something through to the end, no matter what. Those are my strengths, and that's what I can bring to the table if elected Vice President." For a moment it seemed she was finished, but just as she moved to turn she stopped and gave a sheepish smile to the camera.
"That's not all, though! I do have events that I think could be fun, like looking into Geocaching, which, for those of you who don't know, is a coordinate based find-and-share item hunt. I'd also like to reach out to the other schools in our district. Maybe we can rekindle - or perhaps spark - some good ol' fashion Rivalry! It'd be our chance to remind everyone that we are the best of the best!" A small cheer was let out, which faded into a chuckle.
"More importantly though, I'd like to hear what sort of events you would like to see." The Patchwork extended her arms, gesturing towards the crowd. "As you've just heard, I have my own ideas...but I'm just one creature. The Student Council is just five creatures...and in a school where the student body count is well into the hundreds? I think a little bit of input is a good idea." The little had been obviously stressed, and as it was uttered the ghoul had grinned, making a joking gesture on size with her backward fingers.
"So that is what I can bring to the table if elected." She concluded, this time for real. "Thank you for your time...and also for not throttling a gnome for having to listen to this on repeat for the next few days."
Amrita gave a little curtsey, and scampered off the stage as gracefully as backwards feet would allow.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 5:53 am
[[ PRESIDENT]] Deep breaths. In and out. He could do this. He had his note cards, his suit, he took a bath and made sure he didn't smell like wet dog- He could DO this. Psyching himself up the ghost listed to the other speeches thus far and debated his choices. As Amrita walked off the stage, Frost looked to the podium. It was do or die. A confident stride to the stand the white wolfos paused to bow. "My name is Frost in the Storm, though some of you might have known me by the nickname of King. I am not a king; no royal blood, or any blood at for that matter, flows through my veins. However, like a king I wish to become a servant to the people. To be your Student Council President. I want to protect those who desire it, aid those who have want, and bring together our school in the face of adversity and change. While I have only been here a year and am still learning much, I have learned one thing." Red eyes flicked to his notes before hands came to cover them. "I have learned that despite the adversity Amityville students might face, they will face them, unyielding. We are strong as we are proud and kind as we are compassionate. This school has seen trials, both literal and figurative. It will see more in times to come, of this we know from our previous struggles. Change is a great inevitability. Yet we do not need to face it alone, fractured, scared or afraid. We may face it together, as not ghosts or demons, undead, monster or reaper, but as Amityville students." He smiled, relaxing, yet still standing confident. He could do this. " I wish to propose not a festival, another of so many that we have, not a test, trial, or game that we might have so often. Rather I would offer a tournament. A showcase of our strength, skill, wit, determination and unity. To challenge other schools, our elders, our kin, or even our companions from town. To show them what we are made of, to show them just how great we truly are. I believe in this school, more, I believe in the students of Amityville. Of those who when I struggled to adapt, held me steady so I would not fall. Those who defended their friends in the face of mortal peril. Of those who love and wish for only happiness. We are unique yet we are bound by a common thread. It unifies us and we are stronger for it." His smile widened as he motioned to the camera. "I do not wish to be your king, only your president. Your public servant and speaker. I am Frost in the Storm, and I ask that you grant me the office of President, so I might serve you the student, as best I can." A bow to the camera, a smile, and he walked away.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 1:20 pm
[ PUBLIC RELATIONS] Lou wasn’t nervous at all. Though, Lou was rarely nervous. His being was convinced that something as awesome as he was didn’t need to fool with such cowardly emotions, and was of course, confident that the win was already in the bag.
Was he dressed in his Sunday best? That was a matter of opinion, because Lou had decided that shirtless was the way to be. Abs = votes. The boil sauntered up to the podium, hands slamming down on the filthy stand. “LADIES AND… Ladies.” Cue cocky vampire wink at the camera. “My name is Loucious Cedrick Ferre and I am running for public relations. Some of you may ask ‘Why vote for him?’, but the rest of you already know.” His eyebrows waggled in a suggestive manner. “The title is public relations, and I’m very public about my relations.” Though truly he had no idea what the role entailed or the fact that there would be work attached to it. “Unlike your average politician, I’m a very open and honest man. For me, there is no such thing as a secret. I’ll let it all hang out.” Oh boy…
“Plus? I’m a vampire. Vampires are awesome. Just look at all the popular literature that features my people.” Even if some of it was just… A little shameful… The boil rubbed his chin for a moment before an idea struck him. “In fact, should I be elected for office, I propose a Vampire Appreciation Day!” Yes. That was his event idea. Holy s**t. “I will have vampire-themed booths and games that make you wish your species wasn’t so lame. Or… If you are a vampire, you may be slightly less lame, but still not as cool as this.” The boil pointed thumbs back at himself.
“And if this isn’t enough to convince you, I promise if I’m elected, a free 12 month calendar featuring scantily clad pictures of… You guessed it, me.” If that didn’t seal the deal, Lou wasn’t sure anything could. “Autographed copies will be 10 seeds. Thank you and vote for me.” The boil blew a kiss to the camera before happily trotting off stage. Yes, believe it or not, all of that was sincere.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 2:24 pm
[ SECRETARY ]
He wasn’t nervous; that was a start. What was one speech in comparison to Insanity? Babbled words of empty promises candidates would make for power versus a terribly shortened lifespan of paranoia, doubts, and whispers? A faceless audience versus permanent death without known solution? The zomboil stood at the podium with a hollow-eyed look, the stiffness of rigor mortis in his back, in a suit he felt no entitlement to be wearing, his metallic left arm Thor worn with extra burden, with hair combed and swept back when he wished it back over his face to cover what he feared would soon appear therein –
“Mortimer McNeal. M-Mort is short. Secretary.”
Jack help him, he shouldn’t have been doing this.
“Third year, zombie, boil – all stats. N’ like stats, don’t matter much unless is put t’use.”
A shift, a cleared throat, a nervous tic birthed in the clenching and unclenching of his metal fist. Calm.
“Have personal belief: anyone s’capable’ve anything if put mind to it.” He pulled back his suit sleeve delicately to reveal more of Thor. ”Have personal creation: Thor. Felt weakness, so decided t’make stronger. Dedication, effort, research, willingness t’adapt, willingness t’work n’ deal with strong phobia’ve fire t’make – i-is same will put into business as secretary. Add to it that don’t need sleep, n’ can do much more in one day than average person.”
His speech was simple and to the point. Maybe a lack of opponent was what made this not-so-flowery, but more than likely it was just the disease making him realize how to take things on economically. A word wasted was time wasted, time wasted to be doing something about it.
“Have heard several good ideas from other candidates, so hope mine fits in too. Idea is t’have a Job Fair,” Mort explained, his muted expression lifting some with the eager look he used to wear. “Not quite festival, not quite competition, but chance t’show Amity talents t-to others. Maybe even attract eye’ve professionals to impress, get foot in the door at dream jobs if works out. N’ if don’t have idea what t’do, can visit other booths t’see if appeals to. Is also good way for horsemen t’show culture off at same time, like did at Isles field trip. All’ve us is Halloween, so think would be great chance t’celebrate variety we can offer.”
He paused as the dreaded doubt struck him, and the zomboil touched his cheek and glanced down at the skin he pulled out. Was there – no, there wasn’t discoloration. No gray to show on camera. And no bravery to stop himself and step down.
A grim smile managed to worm its way onto his face. “Will not be lazy just ‘cause have no opponent. As did at Fright Night, will set up suggestion box if others have ideas. Whoever Council ends up being, will work with them to ensure students have fun, interesting year. Thank you.”
Mort slipped away from sight and ducked his head, wincing to himself.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 4:47 pm
[ PRESIDENT ] She cut an imposing figure standing in front of the podium that had amplified the speeches before her. It was only for a moment - she moved away from the podium, and stood beside it instead, unimpeded by its necesity. The sound of her voice came, smooth and gentle, into the minds of every creature looking up at her in the auditorium. It carried with it a sense of ease, and understanding.
It makes me proud to see you all here today. New or old, what you're doing here will set the standard for your entire year. Your choice today will change everything, and you get to decide where that change leads us. With that in mind, let me introduce myself - my name is Riley, I am your current Student Body President, and this will be my second term running. I bring with me the experience and drive to lead you through another strong year here at our beloved school, but only if you wish it. So let me get right to it - if the events that I've coordinated and executed in this past year are not enough to prove that I am fit for the difficult job ahead of me, I will propose just one of many ideas for the year to come.
Something about the way she settled her eyes on each individual as she looked through the crowd left it feeling as though she was speaking to each person individually, privately. We are a team. No title such as Student Council member has ever changed that fact. You and I work together. Because of that, we must strengthen our team building skills. I want to focus on clubs, and lend a land to bringing them to fruition in their social goals. I propose an inter-club competition, that will have each club defining, and challenging others, in their particular specialty. Each club will have a pavilion of challenges that all of the other clubs must compete in. For example, all of the clubs will compete in baking, at the Baking club pavilion. At the Fashion Club pavilion, perhaps we'll have ourselves a competitive fashion show. Working together as a group, while extending our reach and testing our boundaries to try something new, will ground us together as teammates as well as open our eyes to new possibilities. For many of us, the future is only a few steps ahead. It's time to take action, and find our paths in life. This, and many other events to come under my supervision, will hopefully give us the chance to do just that.
Here she moved behind the podium, her hands folded atop it. I am so proud to have served as your president, and see you all grow so beautifully. Whether I return for a second term or not, just know I will be here if you need me. Thank you for your time, and for helping to change the face of our future.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 11:55 pm
[ PRESIDENT ] For once, the idea of public speaking didn’t immediately fill Aymet with dread. As a self-proclaimed solver of problems, he’d found a more discreet way to settle his nerves. He traced the edges of a small blue crystal in his gauntlet, blackening at the edges, before his fiery eyes flickered back to the awaiting stage where friends and acquaintances had already made their case. He tromped into the spotlight after Riley, taking care not to crush the podium under the weight of his armored hands. Everyone else seemed smartly dressed; Aymet had made do with a magnetic tie, and a leftover campaign shirt peeking out from behind interlocking metal plates. “Hey,” the dracolich greeted them with a small wave of his long claws. “I’m Aymet. I’m running for president of your student council because I want Amityville to be the best school ever! It's true, I'm undead. I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't even breathe. But that means I have that much more time to devote to the task. I want to make this place fun, and exciting, and welcoming. And that starts with each and every one of you.” “Take a moment and look around you. How many people do you recognize? How many can you name? Spent any time outside of class with? Some, right?” “But only some.” “Look again, though. That ghoul over there might be the next great fashion designer. That boil there might be the fastest guy in the whole school. Would you ever know it from looking? Of course not. Everyone here has amazing talents, but some are hidden. And some might never be discovered without the help of friends like them, or you.” “That’s why I think we all need to really get to know each other during our time here at Amityville. I propose regularly scheduled spirit weeks to bring everyone together. Complete with themed event - for example, a pirate day complete with a competitive treasure hunt. Older students can mentor new people and show them around. We can have talent shows, and movie nights, and sports games, and adventures. There’ll be clubs, there’ll be fundraising - anything you want! All you’d need to do is get out there, join in, and meet some new people.” “Together we can be more than the sum of our parts. Everyone brings their own unique skills to the table. I should know, I've played my fair share of D&H. An adventuring party can't succeed without a combination of classes that -- er. You know what I mean...” There was the beginning of an awkward pause before he slammed both hands against the podium and held them high. “We are Halloween!” And to the sound of clanking metal, he exited.
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 11:40 am
[Closed; voting to open tomorrow! Thanks for all the speeches, and may the odds be ever in your favor!]
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