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 Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 11:10 pm
As the student auditorium began to fill up, and irritated gnome dodged yet another drip of freshly painted student council election banner. "Whoever made that thing needs to go back to the small-parts bin in science department." He glared over at a few other gnomes, sniggering offstage. None of the teachers wanted to bother with this, and he couldn't blame them for that. He could however, blame the faculty for making them use the ghetto auditorium. They still hadn't been able to remove the stains from the last election held here, back in the good old days when student just beat the living (and sometimes unliving) piss out of each other to decide. None of this weak voting sparkle-sparkle-democracy crap. With a wistful sigh, Disgruntled Emo gnome, rapped the ickycom, "Is this thing on?" What came out of the things mouth was a series of belches, slime, and a wheezing cough. Jack's balls, they couldn't even give him a decent scamplifier, just a busted old ickycom without the "com." After a series of taps, raps, pleads, and threats, he finally got it working with a bribe. Clearing his throat, he tried again, "Hi. Shut up. No seriously...hey! Jack-damnit! Who threw that?! When the revolution comes, you may not be the first against the wall, but you'll definitely be feeling it against your asses you grubbing little Snots, so best vote for someone with a nice weapons cache." A cough. "Yeah...so anyway...first up is uh....whoever. I hate you all equally." Quote: OOC: Time to use your way with words to woo the student body! You have until the evening of November 1st to have your student IC-ly explain, in 500 words or less, why they should get the votes. No speech is an instant disqualifier! Voting will be opened on November 2nd! Note: There is no pre-determined order for this ~ so just go for it!
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 9:40 pm
Sin was pretty determined, she knew that she was at a disadvantage, she was a demon and the majority of the student body probably thought she was only there for the demons. Not to mention she was running against Chuppi, a monster that screamed underdog, and everyone loved an underdog. Still she wasn’t here to cry for votes, or make promises she couldn’t keep. She didn’t know if school unity among all the races was possible, but she did know that she could support a president no matter who they were. She knew she could try to help people get the things they wanted. She was tough, she wasn’t afraid to speak for herself and for those who were perhaps a bit too shy or afraid to speak for themselves. Sin had backbone, and she was going to put it to good use working for the student body…if they’d just let her.
“Hello! Everyone my name is Sin Err, some of you may know me from my campaign booth, those of you who don’t I hope I’ll get to know as the school year goes on.”
She felt a moment of, what? Fear? No, she took a deep breath and forced her voice into the confident tone she always took. She couldn’t be afraid, she had to say her due even if no one voted for her, she had to let them know she was there for them.
“I can’t promise you that I’ll make everything better, I can’t promise you that I’ll unify the whole school, I can’t promise you higher chairs or nicer Professors. I CAN promise you this though!
I promise to listen to YOU!
I promise to treat all races equally!
I promise to stand up and be YOUR voice!
I promise to cooperate with whomever YOU choose to be our president!
I know I can listen and help, I know I can make plans and try and push through things that would be better for everyone.”
She pointed at the crowd putting what she had learned of many of the students to use, she wanted to prove that she had listened to them.
“You! Junko! Wouldn’t it be nice for students to have a sewing room? Maybe a craft fair where those with such incredible talents can sell some of their wears?”
She pointed again this time at one of the council candidates.
“You! G! Wouldn’t you like if the cafeteria portions were a bit bigger? If our special diets were taken into account?”
She pointed again this time at a shy looking owl boy.
“You! Julian! Wouldn’t you like if we ran a game night where students could gather and share ideas and play together?”
She took a deep breath and then lowered her finger.
“I know that I can listen to you, all of you, if you just give me a chance I know I can work for YOU!”
She gave a wave before walking aside leaving the podium to the next speaker.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 2:00 pm
Kasumi cleared her throat as she approached the stage, noting the amount of students in the auditorium, ready to listen to the speeches being presented. The ghost thought she did well enough, but victory was not something that was assured to anyone yet. She had an opponent, but believed she fought fairly in the campaigns, doing her best to show professionalism and courtesy to everyone who visited her booth. She appreciated the support she received greatly, and knew she would do her best to give back to the students as a whole. She readied a stack of papers where she had written important points to cover during her speech, but as with the rest of the student body running for positions, her time was limited. She had to make it count! Stepping up to the podium, Kasumi smoothed her dress to begin her speech.
"Promises," she started, "are never as important as actions. One can promise any and everything all day long and never deliver in the end. I am not the kind of ghoul to make nothing but promises. I ask instead that those of you who came to see me remember my booth. Did you see how organized it was? How everything was laid out and had its own place? My posters were set up the same way - bullet points for the most important information needed for you, the student body. That is how I work - efficiently, effectively and openly. That is how I will operate still in the position of secretary. Organization is key in all things, this position most importantly. You, as the student body, need to be listened to an kept informed, which is what I will do. Any decisions made by the rest of the council will be communicated to you, the student body, in a timely and informative manner."
Shifting the papers in her hands, she continued. "No Student Council can hope to succeed without someone in their midst with the skills I presented to you during the campaigns. My booth was a demonstration of skill, not simply words and handshakes and gift-giving. I think I am very well-suited for the office of secretary for this very reason. I demonstrated my abilities to all of you as a way to prove myself, to prove that I am worth your time and consideration for this coming school year."
Stepping aside from the podium, Kasumi gave the audience her signature bow. "I thank you for your support and time in this important venture." Politely, she waved to the next student to prepare their speech.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 8:05 pm
And then, it was time for Chuppi to step up and give her speech.
Of course it didn't help that she couldn't reach the microphone on the podium and had to have help getting up to speak into it, and it didn't help that her stomach was growling and producing a whine that sounded not too unlike feedback. If she wanted the attention of the people in the room, she very much had it.
"I...am not going to lie to you, I am a monster of wants and needs. I want to make sure school is fun for everyone. I want to make sure that undeads and monsters, demons and reapers, ghosts and whatever else we have at this school. . . . I want us all to have fun and enjoy our year together."
The Chupacabra swallowed, doing her best not to reach for the Thermos that she had left at the corner of the stage. She would not depend on her crutch for this. She would give a speech without it acting as her backup. So far so good, right?
"I want students to be able to eat the foods they need to stay healthy, to have their meals provided for them in a way that allows them to be the best of the best. I want clubs to have places to meet that are safe and clean, places that they can hold events without the fear that someone on their team will get eaten alive or hurt by their equipment. I want the gnomes to stop harassing the students! I want us all to be able to have events together where we compete to show off the best of our races, or our clubs! I want. . . .better seats for small people, but that's rather more a personal goal. Can't always hope for what everyone else wants, right?"
There was a soft chuckle before the monster cleared her throat, ready to finish what she started. This was the last leg of her speech, the part she was worried most about.
"I've said all my wants, and now I need something from all of you. I need you to tell me what it is you want, so I can want it too. I need you all to work with me in making this the best year possible, for all of us at Amityville. Without us, there is no school. Without us, there is no Halloween. We need to work together, because we are all Halloween. This is Halloween!"
The last of her words were almost said in a shout, the excitement on the small monster's face hard to miss. She gave a bow of her head, not even a wave, and she climbed down from the box and scampered over to the corner where her Thermos awaited. Chuppi'd said her piece - let the students decide from there.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 10:00 pm
As Chuppi walked off the stage, Nuk shoved his way to the front of the line, sauntering onto the stage and up to the podium looking like his normal, cocky, a*****e-ish self. For a moment he took a minute to compose himself – rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck – and when he was finally finished he paused. After a long breath of consideration, he slowly flipped off the skull-hood on his pelt, sliding it slowly off his shoulders and hanging it over the edge of the podium, leaving a very… normal looking student staring out at the audience. Well, normal with a few exceptions. The s**t-eating grin wasn’t quite typical of your average student. Still, the students in the front row would be able to see that the grin was not as confident as it normally was, nor was his stance as cocky as it should have been. The corner of his mouth twitched a little as he swiveled his eyes around the room once before tucking his head down to squint at the cards in his hand, his voice resonating via the ickycom in a stop-start way that had nothing to do with how bad the equipment was. It was clear speeches were not Nukpana's specialty. Ultimatums? Yes. Backsass? Well-versed. Trying to persuade? Try again.
"Hello, my name is Nukpana, and I am running for the Public Relations seat in this semester’s student counsel. I am here to talk to you about how I, along with my fellow student counsel members, plan on improving our lovely school and making Amityville the best it can be. Go… … pumpkins?”
Blinking, the skinwalker finally looked up, eyebrows furrowing in a clearly-thoughtful, considering look. The fact that he didn’t remember the mascot was not a good sign. He looked down at the cards again, staring at the bullets of things he intended to ‘promise,’ which clearly were just copied from the sheets he’d seen at the other booths.
And promptly threw his cards over his shoulder.
"This is dumb, none of you are gonna listen to me anyway, much less vote for me. I know I'm not exactly the 'ideal public relations dude.' I wouldn't, I wouldn't even vote at all. It's basically a buncha over-achieving buttlickers trying to be elite and march around with sticks up their asses and pretend to be all important and s**t. No offense. And you know what? You've probably made up your minds already. If you're gonna vote at all, because hell knows I never would. And you know what else? I think this is stupid! If I wasn't running for the jack damned thing, I'd be the one pelting buttons at you all, laughin' my a** with the rest of my gang."
As if realizing what he'd said, the skinwalker shot a look off where some of the teachers were (suppose) to be standing, (he couldn't see with all the jackdamned lights in his mofoeyes hells bells,) his expression turning just slightly sheepish.
"Not... literally on the gang part, Prof T." (He almost slipped and called him Mr T.)
Clearing his throat, he pushed that last part out of his mind, addressing the crowd again.
"Anyway. I'm not... a good talker or anything. I'm not nice or 'pretty' either. But at least I tell it like it is. Which is something you want in a public relations dude, right? So that's something. And... maybe I'll try to listen to you dorks or something. And... ok, yeah, screw this, this is dumb."
Planting one palm firmly on the podium, the skinwalker leaned forward, resting his forearm on the smooth (albeit sticky...) wood to point at the crowd, his expression flattening considerably.
"You dweebs listen up, 'cause I'm gonna offer you a deal. I win this thing, and you keep my button, I won't touch you. You didn't even have to have voted for me, I just gotta win. If I lose, I am going to swirly every poor sucker that happens to cross my path."
Straightening back up, Nuk grabbed his pelt from where it has been draped over the podium, throwing it back on and popping it with a snort. Then, as if as a second thought, he leaned in close again and grabbed the mike, lifting one hand in a rocker-style gesture.
"The end."
There. Apparently satisfied, the skinwalker smirked as he walked off the stage, feeling much more confident than he had at the start. It would not be until about half an hour later that he'd actually think about what he'd said and the dawning realization would cross his face.
s**t. He was so getting detention for this. Again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 8:20 am
Lizzy stared nervously at the piece of paper in her hands, not really listening to the speeches even when a few familiar faces went up; she had never spoken in front of such a large crowd before, and thinking about it was giving her quite a case of stage fright. When she heard the Public Relations candidate say the words 'The End', she froze, looking around the auditorium and willing for someone to take the stage after the Skinwalker's exit.
5 seconds, 10 seconds... Why wasn't anyone making a move?
Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, the Demon quickly made her way to the stage, taking a deep breath before climbing up to take her place behind the podium. Her face was flushed pink as she tugged her hair behind her ears, smiling at the audience, "Hello! My name is Elizabeth, but I'm better known as Lizzy." Okay, that's a good start, right? She paused for a full second before speaking again, "I am trying out for the position of Treasurer, and I hope to have your vote! I know you must be wondering: Why should you vote for me? Well, I will try to answer that to the best of my abilities!"
She paused again, this time for effect, hoping to capture the attention of some of the students. Feeling a little more confident, her smile widened as she continued, "As a student, I understand the pain of not having enough seeds to spend - thus, as Treasurer, I will spend seeds wisely. Surveys conducted on the interests of you - the student body - will determine Event funds allocation. This means that I will listen to your voice! Think a sports meet is more important than a ball? More funds will go into the sports meet then! More drinks, better treat bags, more free snacks... Where the funds go depend on you, and I will not discriminate against any race!"
She tightened her grip on the paper in her hands in mild excitement; not once had she looked at it since her speech started. Looking a little serious, however, she added, "I am responsible and honest - I will never use funds intended for Events for my own interests... This, and what I had said before, I can guarantee."
There was a grin on her face as she giggled, "If you had visited my booth, you might think: 'Everything looks so expensive! Typical Demon!' However, I am proud to say that only the materials used to make the buttons were bought - everything else, from the tables to the table cloth to the materials used to make the plushies, were recycled materials. Waste not, want not! It'll apply to if I get voted as Treasurer as well... With that, I end my little speech. Thank you for your time and attention!"
She stepped down from the podium, standing at its side before bowing, blushing as she exited the stage, relieved that it was finally over.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 2:27 pm
Gargantuan felt like he was about to be sick.
The stag, the spotlight, the ickycom. Everything about it was enough to make his knees tremble, which looked more than a little ridiculous considering his height and weight. There were so many people out in the audience, staring at him, expecting him to be a good Treasurer. Chuppi was running to help people like school more, and so was Sin. And Lizzy was nice, Lizzy deserved to be Treasurer, too. Why couldn't their be two Treasurers? and two Vice-Presidents?
Wobbling a little as he lumbered up onto the stage, shaking hands rested on the podium for a moment while his tail continued to quiver behind him. Oh, oh oh, this had been a bad idea. "Hullo," The swamp beast croaked, and promptly fell silent as his magnified voice bounced off the auditorium.
Oh, Jack, G did not feel good.
Swallowing thickly for a moment, hunching his massive shoulders, the monster continued on meekly after a moment. "H-Hullo. G... G-G would like to be T-Treasurer for you." That was a good start, that was a good start!
He had to pause and feebly look around for people he knew, desperately searching for a vote of confidence. There was none to be found, and after another swallow, G went on. "G... G wants to.... to spend monies on... on fun things, for school. G keep monies safe 'n... 'n won't eat 'em..."
There was a pause so he could take several deep breaths, and his lower lip might have trembled a little, but thankfully for the students sitting in front, there were no extraordinary waterworks. Not yet, anyway.
"G try to spend m-monies on things people want for school." He corrected himself slowly after a moment, lowering his eyes. It was a little better when he didn't have to look at everyone. "G good at talkin' and... and! G good at raisin' funds 'n stuff. Frogs sell good. Oh, but sell other things than frogs." He added in after a moment, remembering that some people hadn't wanted to take the free frogs he'd offered. That was okay! He'd find something everyone wanted!
"G promises to be good Treasurer." The beast finally said solemnly, lifting his face after a moment of hesitation. "G wants people happy so... will try best to make happy, okay?" There was a long pause, another swallow. "...G gonna go now."
Slinking off the stage as fast as he could, Gargantuan let his shoulders slump. That could have gone worse, right? And he hadn't gotten sick... But still, he wasn't exactly sure how much fun this whole running thing was anymore.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 5:59 pm
Rain took a deep breath as she looked out at all the students. Did so many go to this school? She knew that she had not met most of them and it scared her, almost as much as a headshot or even fire. She was terrified. Could she lead these students? All of them? It was starting to weigh heavily on her shoulders but a zombie did not feel pain like others. And if anything, she was persistent.
She was short so had to tiptoe slightly to reach the microphone. My name is Rain Rottingham, and I would like to be your student council president." That was easy enough. But what now? Her friend G had just spoken and that helped but only slightly. She was the lowest of the low at the school. An undead.. but she did not want to give up. She didn't come this far to give up.
"I want equality with the races here. I know that will be a tough change at first but I think we can do it. For too long, we have been at each other's throat. It's clear that this school provides a challenge that none of us have been prepared for. It's clear that our professors have it out for us, or at least want to make things difficult for us. If we don't stand together, how can we make it? I think it's time that we united as one body, one voice. Our classrooms are in shambles. Our desks are splintered. Should a vampire be worried about being staked just for choosing the wrong desk? Should a student really be falling through the floors because of holes? I think not! We deserve better than this."
She took another deep breath and looked from one side of the auditorium to another.
"I am not perfect. I do not know what I am doing. But I know that I will listen to you. I know that I care. The personal's board? What was wrong with that. Why detention for it? It's an option we should have. We should have the freedom to try to find romance, or a date. It's part of our right of passage from ghouls into true creatures of the night. How can we grow if we are not given room to grow? To make mistakes? To take risks? My dear students and friends, it's time we embrace new ideas, new situations and new possibilities. Vote for me and I will try my best to be what you need."
She attempted to smile but it was awkward at best. She was still terrified. She was a zombie. Zombies were unpopular. The fact was, undeads were the least popular at the school and even with that, zombies were lower than skeletons and others. It took everything in her to run but she was proud. Even if she lost, she had taken stand. Even if a victory was not meant for her, she hoped she at least paved a way for future zombies to try.
Nothing would change if no one tried.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:09 pm
It took him five good sized swallows of the sharp rotten cider to gather the courage needed for what he was about to do. Some special flower power smokes later--and a night of sewing and paper mache--the mask and costume were ready. He was ready. Hiding under the bleachers, Israfel waited for the right moment. After Rain left the stage it was the moment. A moment brought on by Israfel’s need to be seen and his loathing of democracy, or, some forms of it.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Running onto the stage, the Siren was decked out in an overly large mask made to look like one Count Chocula. He even wore the matching costume, (all hand sewn of course!).
“Students! Voting it just another popularity contest! Take a stand! Reject such notions! The Elections only lead to hurt feelings and broken dreams! Don’t vote on these candidates! Don’t give in to the system of favoritism and elitism! My friends are pitted against each other here. How can I be forced to pick and choose between them?” Fact: He could. “I hold no ill will towards these students! They’re my friends, and I don’t want to hurt their feelings by voting one or the other! They are all respectable boils and ghouls. Sadly, they have fallen into the timeless tradition of making their fellow student pick sides! It’s a bad idea. I don’t like having to vote between my friends! Why should we all have to?” He sighed into the mic. Almost done. “I implore you my fellow ghouls! My fellow boils! Throw away your ballots! Throw away your votes! Don’t pick a side! Don’t choose one friend over the other! Do this by voting for an outside candidate! Vote the third party! The brown party! Vote COUNT CHOCULAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
By this time, it was obvious that Israfel was a stage crasher. A bad one. And judging from how he was swaying side to side, he was also drunk. Very drunk. Possibly high. Maybe both.
“I’M COUNT JACKING CHOCULAH AND AH APPROF DIS MEESUGE!”
Israfel ran off stage into a throng of Gnomes, knocking over a banner or two with his huge mask as well.
Then promptly, he passed out.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 12:05 am
Moments later, all that remained of "The Count" were a few stray feathers floating down gently onto a pile of writhing gnomes. A couple of them tried to get in a swift kick at the student (Security Gnomes never miss out on a chance to kick something when it's down and in range) but only managed to bruise their brethren. One or two students might have considered intervening, but their good intentions remained hypothetical only, as the pile suddenly exploded outward, sending all those tiny bodies flying.
Was this rebel of the people saved?
An extremely large shadow loomed over Count Chocula, and grinned. "You..." It began in a terribly familiar voice, "...are a count no longer, but a princess!" Gripping the student's ankle in one dark hand, it hauled him up and began dragging him out of the auditorium.
"I always did prefer Franken-Berry."
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 1:40 am
Lilura just watched the whole spectecle with amasement. What the Jack was happening? Count Chocula? She prefered Boo Berry herself. She shook her head and tried to clear her mind so she could concetrate on her speech. She had failed to set up a campaign booth. Her attempts to make animated buttons that said "Vote Lilura" lead to a long stay in the nurse's office removing most of them that had attached to her arms. That had been embarressing. Tartalo had giving her no end of grief over what he called misusing her magic. Ah well, time to really get it going with her speech.
"Good luck nina!" Tartalo called out from the curtain as she walked up to the booth. She cleared her throat and began.
"My fellow students! I know I was not very visable in the campaigning," she almost shudders at the memory of all those buttons with teeth, "but I am here to say that can be a true example of how great an organizer I can be! How can the unseen be a great organiser? Let me tell you! A real organiser works behind the scenes, unconcerend whether or not they are seen but only concerned about results! And I am that ghoul! I am concerned only about the results of my work and how it will make you, the students, enjoy school," she turned to the next page.
"I promise that, if elected as your Student Counsil Secratary, I will make sure there will be events for all the different kinds of students in this school. Tall, short, big, small, hungry, never eats, even the mucus afflicted! Every school function will be made for the enjoyment of all! I will assure you that I can give this school the fun and expression that only comes from an Amityville School Student!" she smiled to herself as she continued.
"Let me show you how I can be te best Secratary this school has to offer! Vote Lilura Balandria! Thank you for your time and attention!" she bowed before exiting the stage. Tartalo would be clapping if he could. Instead he just jumped up and down excitedly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 11:12 pm
If he had any lick of sense, Thackery might have worried for his safety. Running against Nuk was a dangerous endeavor, but he had somehow completely missed this memo. Instead of spending the time between his competitor's speech and his chewing his nails and worrying over his well-being, he watched everything with a cheery smile, methodically going over his memorized speech. It ran through his head flawlessly.
And then it happened. The Great Cereal Overlord appeared, shouting messages of opposition. He had good points - Thackery didn't want to break dreams, oh Jack! Now he was worried.
Then he was doubly worried. The train of thought that carried his speech had completely derailed (and possibly exploded). "Count Chocula" had been so alarming that he'd forgotten his speech.
When Thackery made it to the podium, he did not look his excitable self. His tail was in a constant battle between wagging and not moving at all, just as conflicted at the Cerberus brother. He didn't know whether to hop off of the stage and hug all of his friends, or go through with this.
He settled for the latter. Hugs could happen afterward - he couldn't back down now. The Cerberus Boys were not chickens!
"Helllooooo, students of Amityville!" He waved an unnecessarily gigantic wave, nerves getting the best of him. It looked like he was trying to draw a huge rainbow with his palm. "I'm Thackery-" and I completely forgot what I was going to say next.
He panicked for a short moment when he thought he'd actually said that.
"...and I want to represent allllll of you-" another exaggerated arm motion, "in the Public Relations position of the Student Council. Because...I am friendly, and I'm a FEARleader, and I'm dependable because it's in my blood, and I love like, everyone, especially Kitsunes but not really Gorgons." Somehow, he'd done all of that with one breath. "Most importantly, I won't beat you up! You don't have to wear buttons unless they are fashionable, and you don't have to know my name, even though it would be silly for you not to. I don't even know how to give a good swirly! Isn't that great?" Probably not. These were crucial life skills for a high schooler.
"If I get voted in, we can have good banners! Banners that don't look like cafeteria food." He paused to dramatically poke at the fallen banner with his foot for effect. "And I'm not afraid to do anything for the good of the students! Really anything!"
Maybe it would be days, maybe weeks, maybe even months, but that line would probably be used against him. As he continued, he leaned forward onto the podium, tilting it at a dangerous angle.
"Also, dogs are loyal! And lovable! Vote me! I'll follow you forever!" Pleased with himself, he took a bow. The podium teetered. All of the miscellaneous materials on top of it toppled onto the first row of students.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 2:24 pm
The sound of rather vibrant laughter filled the area behind the stage as Valkjosandi watched the hilarity that ensued from the whole Count Chocula situation. As serious as he was about the election, the scene served as a wonderful means to lighten the nervous butterflies that had begun forming in the Valkyrie's chest as he waited his turn to present his speech. Mentally swearing that he would track the student down and thank him later, Valk stepped out onto the platform with a bright smile on his face and a complete lack of the jitters in his system.
Red eyes scanned the room for a moment in a well practiced scan, noting familiar and unfamiliar faces as he cleared his throat and allowed his wings to settle into a comfortable position while simultaneously adjusting the microphone to fit his height. "Hello students and faculty of Amityville. My name is Valkjosandi and I come to you today looking for your support as I run for your Student Council President." There was no denying that he had practiced at least this line – the words coming out firm but humble as he awaited the initial eight seconds for the information to sink in before he began once again.
“My main goal should I be elected your president is to create a Student Council that will treat each student equally. I’m not going to lie and say that I believe it possible to create a school that completely lacks the bias that we have grown so accustomed too. Such a feat is impossible and to force such a change in the students would be a misuse of the power of the Student Council, but if elected I can at least guarantee that you will not face a prejudice when it comes to having your opinion known. The issues brought to the council will be judged not by race, species or class of the one speaking out but by the issue itself. As a Reaper and a male member of a predominantly male race, I understand the need to feel heard when it is most important.”
Again, he waited for the information to fill the minds of his fellow students before continuing.
“I come to you with no real experience under my belt. But what I lack in experience, I make up with an open mind, patience and a dedication to seeing everything through. You can be guaranteed with me that there will be no empty campaign promises – every goal I take on while in office I fully intend to carryout to the very best of my ability and with full understanding of the issue. For it is only through dedication and persistence that change can truly come into existence.” A moment of pause was taken. “Thank you.”
With a bow to the audience he left the stage feeling satisfied with himself. Even if he hadn’t gotten the position, at least people knew who he was and for him, that was all that truly mattered.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 4:53 am
Sadly, most of the gnomes had fallen asleep during the entire debacle, and the few that remained were daring each other to look under a select grouping of female monster-esses' skirts.
There was a prolonged silence after the last speech candidate had gone, punctuated only by a rather loud and throaty snore.
"Uh..." A More Responsible Gnome shuffled up towards the front. "I guess you should prolly go vote or sommat. You know. Get those votes in, hurrah!"
Disgruntled Emo Gnome shot Responsible Gnome a look, and the two were down and about in a pile of cobwebs, snot, and dusts all tiny fists and fury on the stage.
((OOC: IT IS TIME TO TALLY IN THE VOTES. ALL VOTERS PLEASE HEAD TOWARDS THE VOTING THREAD TO VOTE ON YOUR CHOICES))
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