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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 26, 2016 0:28:33 GMT
You know, for reasons that were known to not many others there have been participants going and coming in multiple diffrent fields of the world while campaigns have been running far before the current elections as a certain man had invited another for a swift drink at the bar in one of the high risers in South capitol. Constantly swirling a stick in his glass of beer that was emptied out humming softly to himself. 'When will that man arrive' Honestly wondering as the clock slowly approuched meeting time, having came four hours before meeting time to prepare himself for the work he had to perform today, everything was fine and dandy. Always bringing his hands to work on a public project of where he owed some money and seeing if he could make connections yet nothing was as interesting as the mere concept of meeting one of the men that had such a fantastic campaign, he could only gasp in excitement upon realizing how charismatic some of the people of earth were. Simply not belonging to the current youth as just another piece of filler to this mix of ice cream, he could not really find a way to get out of this thick miasma of other people starting to punish him for his ideas. Yet never had he brought his hands to punish them physically, never would he resort to violence unless neccesary and this time it would be needed... A physical battle with his liver to see how long he could drink and stay awake with this presdon man so he could really get to know him! Presdon Democia |
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Post by Presdon Democia on Feb 26, 2016 6:16:23 GMT
 Presdon glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand. It was a note written in scrawling, scribbled handwriting and asked him to come to this bar in the South Capitol. "Ayumu" was the name signed at the bottom. Not anyone he knew, but clearly someone who knew him. Possibly a reporter who wanted to speak to him about his campaign. That would make the most sense and he was never one to turn down a chance to get himself some good PR. At least, that's what his PR manager had suggested he do. Presdon adjusted his tie and entered the bar. The inside wasn't so bad for a bar. It was clean and well light, with plenty of space around the place. Presdon picked his way through the bar, waving to people and shaking their hands as he walked by. He reached the bar counter and sat down next to a strangely muscular old man drinking from a beer can. "Bottle of Pal's Light, please," the presidential candidate asked the bar tender. The man nodded, cracked open the bottle, and handed it to him. Presdon smiled at the man and raised his bottle in thanks towards the man before taking a sip. He continued to lightly sipped on his beer as he waited for this "Ayumu" to arrive. |
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 26, 2016 7:18:30 GMT
While you entered the bar, shaking hands of people, a soft laughter could be heard from the top of his lungs before raising himself upwards from his position, showing a obvious pleased expression on his face.
Reaching out one of his hands while holding the beer can in the other, slowly sipping it to fashion the way you have been doing before just shaking his head and chuckling, taking out a small card upon which the name Ayumu was written and pointing towards the barkeeper to verify it who just placed down the bottles of liquor and went his merry way to serve some other customers.
"Hey, The name is ayumu, you could say i am a fan of some sorts, just a innocent man who rebuilds orphanages and works the land y'know?, Probably nobody you would see on a big stage in something like what is going to happen soon.
But i am just going to ask you, maybe it will be weird, but i can assure you that nobody will be able to realize what we are saying due to the good old barkeeper knowing every person that regulars this place and is here at the moment"
Giving a quick look as there was not even a large number of people trying to meet him after the initial, knowing they just did it for their part while softly chuckling, almost unknowingly to how suspicious everything may seem at first glance from what he says before then realizing with a faint blush.
Waving his arms around quickly, trying to get everything in a lighter tone.
"Oh, Uhm, i mean no harm, i swear! I am just at zero with my strenght anyway, so i wouldn't be able too!
No, I am just wondering... I am going to try to join the presidency in a few weeks, if things go well, hell, either of us may win, but if things go wrong somebody may be going for my life you know, Bullet straight through my spine exiting out of my ribs and making it one big smooth empty canvas.
So if you dont mind..."
Placing a stack of papers on the table, you saw him gulp down the beer instantly, you saw that these were all documents of saving accounts, land ownerships, other deals about him starting to become the owner of orphanages and even things he planned to do along the lines of trying to reform the relationships between the arcosians and namekians.
One big group effort to get everybody into a big grand friendly bout.
Yet what suprised you the most was how the paper under your nose spoke that the possessions unless it involved debts would be pushed to you for help, how it would be brought onto you to get everybody to do something towards all these racial outsiders who were punished.
"I just do not want to die while leaving behind the people i have helped, they are great people... You know?"
Looking down at his glass, he was just staring, hoping for a reaction, hoping you could process it, just the mere concept of somebody joining a presidency campaign while being notified of straight up murder on yourself planned while still going, just how could he do such a thing and not stay at home?
But some of the papers in this stack, the efforts from orphan children, the efforts of people he had worked with, they were all riding on these big shoulders of his while just continueing to smile and walk onwards, burdened with responsibilities already without having gone for the position yet.
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Post by Presdon Democia on Mar 1, 2016 3:21:23 GMT
Presdon looked over at the old man in surprise, though quickly shifted to a smile and shook his hand. He hadn't expected this to be the Ayumu looking for him. He certainly didn't look like any reporter Presdon had seen before. Ayumu was certainly a strange one, from what he could tell. His eyes flicked up and down quickly as he listened to the old man speak, taking another sip from his beer. "You mean the presidential election, right?" the man asked. "There's no reason to talk so secretively about it. It's a pretty public event and everyone's going to see it." He wasn't sure why the old man was freaking out about whether or not Presdon was suspicious of their meeting place. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind, in all honesty, but what Ayumu said next made Presdon stare at the old man in confusion.
"You...you're running for president?" he asked in disbelief. "Not to be rude or anything, but might I ask your political background or experience? I didn't take you for the political type." Presdon took another sip from his beer before looking back to the old man, still in confusion. Assassination? Really? A little unknown man getting as the target was the last thing most hitmen and mob bosses even considered taking. But, hey, maybe someone had it in for old men. The world could easily considered no place for them.
Presdon blinked in surprise when the stack of paper ended up on the counter. "Where did you pull that from...?" the man mumbled as he set his beer down and began thumbing through the documents. All sorts of stuff were in it. Deeds, land titles, bank accounts, nearly everything under the sun. Presdon nodded in response to Ayumu's statement, still searching through the papers. "So, you're giving this all to me in case you get assassinated?" Presdon asked, looking over the papers at the old man. "Are you sure? Seems a little drastic to me."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 22, 2016 16:19:21 GMT
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Post by Zerori on Apr 21, 2016 11:03:22 GMT
Nostalgic Ayumu 871 <-- Word count1,307<-- PL gains109,333 PL --> 110,640 PL
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