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 Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:02 pm
A perfectly smiling person called "James Wilford" on his nametag, wearing a very expensive suit picked up a card as well, checked an obvious yes and put it in the ballot box.
"No offense to you or anything," he said, adjusting his suit just slightly, "but I plan to win myself. Best of luck to you." It was obvious he didn't mean the last part.
The countdown timer read four minutes.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:05 pm
Gale just stared at "James Wilford."
Win what?! was what he desperately wanted to ask, but he didn't, instead glancing down at his own ballot again and then back up at the clock, ticking away to...what, he didn't know.
Gale picked up a pen, almost marked something just for the hell of it, and instead waited a bit longer, just to see what other people would do.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:09 pm
Almost everyone had voted yes, and they were all placing their votes in. Time was ticking down. Two minutes. Most people just kept on staring at the screen, at the timer, and then at the bright YES and NO.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:16 pm
This was at least part of why he was in Death; gathering intel was an important part of the division, after all.
Except Gale had no idea what to do with said intel.
He glanced down at his ballot. Carefully, trying to seem both subtle and unsuspicious, Gale marked the spot for no, based simply on James Wilford (because that was frankly all he had to go of of at this point) and slipped it into the box.
He wondered if he had just signed away his life.
Probably.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:18 pm
A couple of people had noticed Gale's vote. They frowned, and clicked their tongues, and there were more than a few disapproving whispers and points towards him. Then, several of them began to form a circle around him, not quite close enough to be hostile, but not far enough to be unintentional.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:26 pm
Whoops.
Gale, to his credit, stood very still, kept his chin high, and did not shrink back into the crowd, as much as he might have liked. He'd been a hunter long enough to be cautious, and now was one of those times.
He said nothing, instead just looked ahead, focusing on the timer.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:33 pm
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