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Bartholomew couldn't help but smile a bit more when Rojo seemed content with Bart's attempt at Spanish. He had worried that it would have been rather bad but, apparently not. Bart was very glad to see his language lessons paying off. He laughed at the response of Rojo's family. "Thank you, thank you. It was definitely very fun."

He paused for a brief moment to straighten up his suit a bit before continuing. "That's great to hear, it seems you have quite the fan base to, both here and at home. I'm sure you'll do very well! Thank you, thank you. I do hope so. Regardless, I am greatly enjoying partaking in the school events that I can partake in. I very much look forward to participating further, but I'll take what I can get." Again, he paused for a moment, straightening his tie it seemed, before continuing "So, Rojo my friend, may I ask what sets you appeart from the other candidates?"

Thins were winding down now as elections were slowly crawling towards the end. Meixiang had not visited as many booths as she would have liked but she made it a high priority to visit Rojo's at the very least.

She grabbed a few pieces of candy and a hug coupon, cause hugs were great and she loved giving hugs as well as receiving them. So she would hold on to it for a later time when she really REALLY needed a hug. A balloon. Ok maybe two. Oh my glob was that confetti? The ghoul was going to start running out of pocket space in her sleeves if everyone kept this up with all the neat little trinkets and goodies at their booths. Anymore and she would probably start to make a lot of noise when she moved!

That photobooth cut out was pretty cut as well. She was safe to say impressed by all the activities and things the Undead had at his booth. He certainly wanted to make a good impression and be memorable as possible.

"Good luck Rojo! Its getting close to that time, I am super excited for the end~" After giving her wishings of luck, she quickly made her way back into the direction of her own booth. But not after first checking out the banjo on the way out. He was enthusiastic about that as well. Meixiang would certainly have to get to know the boil more after this. She had met so many interesting personalities and creeple.

The student...was a skeleton. And it still moved.

how did that even work?

Sludge was confused, because he was pretty sure you had to have things like organs and mushy stuff that made you move, but Rojo looked like he was all bones.

Xenomorph was way confused, but he still seemed interested in the banjo Rojo was playing, and decided to have a go.

Even if he was a little dense, he was somehow able to play a good enough tune that Pete seemed to like.

(a exotic inkjar if you still have one, if not super mushroom please <3 sn: poke mattix)

Rojo had been on the verge of zoning out when Sorrow appeared and sparked him back to unlife with a rousing banjo challenge. He nodded respectfully at the ghoul when he won—because he was still awesome at banjos, but maybe he was growing a little more humble about it—and grinned when she appeared to take an interest in his candies. Averting his eyes, or rather, his entire face, he subtly pushed more toward her in case she wanted another handful.



The next boil to stop by made Rojo sit back in his chair, though the emotion that accompanied his reaction took him a while to find a name for. Intimidation. Yes. When you possessed the ability to lie in a motionless heap of bones for as long as it took your potential attacker to lose interest, you rarely contemplated that sort of stomach-dropping unease. So why was he doing so now?

Maybe it was the horns.

"You are very welcome!" he said with a slight bob of his head, turning off his phone between competitors to conserve what little battery life it had left.



Another student with claws! This ghoul also had horns and a tail, and Rojo was intimidated by her as well, this time with good reason. His piles of candy rapidly dwindling, he replenished them while staring mournfully at the banjo he'd provided for others to play. The strings really were on their last legs.



He felt a faint twinge of familiarity at the next ghoul's approach. Something about his hand and the teachers' lounge...

Well, no matter! She was a very good banjo player and that was all that mattered at the moment.

"Thank you! You are way awesome too and I am glad you had fun!" He handed over her prize, then stood to take a break from restringing.



He had just finished restringing the banjo when Anna approached, and Rojo smiled at her as she took a seat again. After they had finished playing, she caught him off guard with her question.

"Oh, the election has been very fun, but I do not know if I will win. I certainly hope so, but it is not for me to decide!" He smiled at her when she kissed his cheek. "It has been wonderful playing with you! I hope to see you again soon."



He didn't have much time to do more than wave at Mia as she passed, but wave at her he did.



The tiny cat boil was the most intriguing guest he'd had all day. Rojo resisted the urge to reach out and poke him as he played.



Talk about intimidating.

Rojo tried to keep up, but this boil was even more manic than he himself was. First, he wanted to eat his skull, then he proclaimed himself a tesla coil master, waved at Rojo's phone, and demanded lessons in stringed instruments. It was the first time he had been rendered speechless in a long while.

Suddenly, the calaca remembered what a tesla coil was and where he had seen one recently. Instead of properly responding to anything Van had said, Rojo shouted, "I AM A TESLA COIL MASTER TOO!" and stood there breathing heavily, even though he didn't need to breathe.



Now this was what he had expected a ghost to look like. It was very interesting to examine the differences between this ghoul and Estel, given the opportunity to do so up close. Rojo dueled Emily as well as he could (though his hands were finally beginning to tire), then sat back at her question.

Hurrying past I want to talk to eeeeverrrrryyyyonnneee and because PARTIES, Rojo finally said, "I was born and raised in Muerto, a town built around the Day of the Dead. There are many villages like mine in this world, but I would argue that Muerto is the finest! Our job is to help humans celebrate death, and it is not an easy one. They weep and moan, but we remind them that any time with a loved one is time that was spent well and there are better things to do than grieve. If I can make death look good... imagine what I can do for prom!" Rojo clapped once, scooting to the edge of his seat with a smile. The boil had never been anywhere near the human world, but his town's purpose had been drummed into him since he was a scareling and he could repeat it easily and coherently. As it turned out, it was a decent campaign speech too.



Unsure as to whether or not he had answered the ghost ghoul's question to her satisfaction, Rojo turned to smile at Sheelah as she passed, then gave his attention to the familiar jackalope.



Truth be told, he didn't know much about anyone who was running for any position, including his own. He had seen them all from afar when they had been setting up their booths, but that was all. Anything he said of himself could have been true of his competition as well.

"I can take orders, I can lead, I can play music and make signs, and I come from a long line of sugar skull crafters. I have also wanted to give something back to Amityville for accepting me ever since I arrived." Rojo grinned.

"And I can remove my limbs!" he demonstrated by popping off his hand and watching it skitter across the booth.



He picked up the tattoo, beaming up at Piper as she spoke. "Yes! And thank you!" Surprised to realize that he recalled her as one of the other candidates (it was probably the hair), Rojo said, "You too! Good luck to you too," as he gave her a bag of confetti in return.



"I am as well!" he said, taking great pains to omit the ghoul's name, even though he wanted to address her properly. He was quite sure he would butcher it quite badly if he tried. "Good luck again!" he said, waving as she turned to go.




i'll get to everyone else soon omai <3

Bartholomew listened intently to the boil. He thought Rojo's reply was pretty good. Rojo seemed rather well tailored for the position of Public relations- in his opinion at least. After all, the job did entail advertisement and Bart figured Rojo's bright personality would suit him well in such situations. Seeing the boil pop off his hand only further backed up Bart's prior thoughts. He gave a nervous laugh and a nod. "Good, good! You seem like you fit your office very well! I bet your banjo playing will come in handy! Regardless, we'll have together and play some time. As long as you wouldn't mind if I played guitar! I don't own a banjo, although it has been quite a while since I've even played my guitar... I really should get it out again..." He muttered then gave a smile and a shrug.

Bart then turned to the table that had Rojo's campaign gear on it, "Would it be alright if I took one?" He figured he already knew the answer, but there was likely no harm in asking.

"Yes, we should play!" Rojo agreed. "Guitar is no problem at all." He really should have been playing guitar or guitarron himself all of these years, but he had been drawn to the instrument favored by his demon father instead. It had the most delightful twang. "Find me in the Undead dorms and we will see what we can do!"

When Bart asked if he could take some campaign stuff, the skeleton nodded brightly. "Please! Be my guest!"



Still inexplicably intrigued by the ghosts he'd met during his campaign, Rojo was all smiles for Yuki as well. It didn't hurt that the boil was good at the banjo too!

"Thank you!" the calaca replied, handing over Yuki's prizes. "If I am elected, I will try to do my best!"