second coming // maya fel's speech
Jan 21, 2019 14:09:57 GMT -5
Post by lance on Jan 21, 2019 14:09:57 GMT -5
It had been a long five years.
Standing in the background, returning to her ordinary life as a citizen after a narrow second place defeat against the celebrity victor Kirito Miristioma - truth be told, it hadn't been entirely bad. But there was the nagging feeling, watching the poor boy go almost in over his head while he simultaneously had five years of Games to worry about as well as managing an entire district - it was almost as much a relief to her when he announced he would not be running again for reelection as it must have been for him.
But once again, after much deliberation, she decided to toss her hat into the gauntlet. And this time around, the field, while smaller than her first time, proved to be no less colorful - after years of staying out of the limelight, none other than Kirito's twin brother had stepped up to take his place, with an Izar even more connected to the farmer roots of the district than she was rounding out the triumvirate. Both had colorful words to share - Izar tugged at heartstrings while Ikaia Miristioma aimed for empathy.
She wasn't the sort to dance around words to get what she wanted - for starters, she'd never been good at that anyway, and second, she knew that she herself would prefer someone who was raw and genuine, personally. Miristioma had at least done that by laying out that he wanted to build upon Kirito's work - Izar, for his part, had done little except state that he would "fight for the people of Eleven", whatever that meant.
Personally? She was tired of fighting.
"My friends, family, and fellow citizens," she began, before cracking the faintest of smiles. "Here I am again."
The briefest of chuckles reached her ears, and she proceeded.
"I won't bore you with sob stories or promises of grandeur, my friends. You all know me from five years ago, and you know how hard I will fight to ensure that each and every one of us get enough to live on and to live comfortably on. I will fight to ensure that no one loses their child because they didn't have enough to bring to the table or had to overcompensate by petitioning the Capitol for their breakfast and lunch and dinner. Under my leadership, we'll make the harvests plentiful, ensure that we have enough to feed ourselves after we cater to the citizens of the Capitol, and most importantly, care about our own."
She paused, taking in the crowd for a moment. "There's no Katelyn Persimmon to blame this time, my friends. That was a mistake from my last campaign that I do regret. Kirito did great work over the last five years, and I aim to not only continue that, but build upon it. And as a woman of the people and a woman of my word, I will devote my life to ensuring that each and every one of you can live comfortably, without having to worry about what you'll do for work or where your next meal will come from. Because together, we can flourish, and together, we can be strong."
Standing in the background, returning to her ordinary life as a citizen after a narrow second place defeat against the celebrity victor Kirito Miristioma - truth be told, it hadn't been entirely bad. But there was the nagging feeling, watching the poor boy go almost in over his head while he simultaneously had five years of Games to worry about as well as managing an entire district - it was almost as much a relief to her when he announced he would not be running again for reelection as it must have been for him.
But once again, after much deliberation, she decided to toss her hat into the gauntlet. And this time around, the field, while smaller than her first time, proved to be no less colorful - after years of staying out of the limelight, none other than Kirito's twin brother had stepped up to take his place, with an Izar even more connected to the farmer roots of the district than she was rounding out the triumvirate. Both had colorful words to share - Izar tugged at heartstrings while Ikaia Miristioma aimed for empathy.
She wasn't the sort to dance around words to get what she wanted - for starters, she'd never been good at that anyway, and second, she knew that she herself would prefer someone who was raw and genuine, personally. Miristioma had at least done that by laying out that he wanted to build upon Kirito's work - Izar, for his part, had done little except state that he would "fight for the people of Eleven", whatever that meant.
Personally? She was tired of fighting.
"My friends, family, and fellow citizens," she began, before cracking the faintest of smiles. "Here I am again."
The briefest of chuckles reached her ears, and she proceeded.
"I won't bore you with sob stories or promises of grandeur, my friends. You all know me from five years ago, and you know how hard I will fight to ensure that each and every one of us get enough to live on and to live comfortably on. I will fight to ensure that no one loses their child because they didn't have enough to bring to the table or had to overcompensate by petitioning the Capitol for their breakfast and lunch and dinner. Under my leadership, we'll make the harvests plentiful, ensure that we have enough to feed ourselves after we cater to the citizens of the Capitol, and most importantly, care about our own."
She paused, taking in the crowd for a moment. "There's no Katelyn Persimmon to blame this time, my friends. That was a mistake from my last campaign that I do regret. Kirito did great work over the last five years, and I aim to not only continue that, but build upon it. And as a woman of the people and a woman of my word, I will devote my life to ensuring that each and every one of you can live comfortably, without having to worry about what you'll do for work or where your next meal will come from. Because together, we can flourish, and together, we can be strong."
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