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muscle flex bro's in office, dude! // D2 election May 3, 2022 13:26:12 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2022 13:26:12 GMT -5

LET'S GOOOOOO
ZEUS 4 PREZZY!

"HELLO, BEAUTIFUL RESIDENTS OF DISTRICT TWO !" WOOOO DAMN! First time running for Council and Zeus sleep walks the competition of course, 'cause he's a fuckin' badass! There we go, already exceeding the fuck-per-speech ratio, but it's a celebration, damn it! "So I'm your new head guy or something, I don't know I didn't read the rules, but I think it's time we up the budget around here, yeah? You guys ROCK, I mean, who's doing it like District 2?! That's right: NOBODY! ~~except District 1~~ cough cough," it's whatever I mean.

Sure, we got rocks and they got crystals or whatever, but who needs f*****' topaz anyways?? Get a grip, dudes! "I mean, c'mon, this is THE district of swords and armor and like, the cool shit, you know? It's about time 2 gets the love and respect it deserves and I'M the guy to do it- BOOOOOOM!" He yells into the mic, speaking with his hands because his love language is cussing like a sailor, which his advisor has advised heavily against using in this scenario. And what do we say?

THAT'S FUCKIN LAME!

"We've got Cricket, we've got Julian, we've got Shy - look around, dudes! This is the district of BADASSERY and I hereby decree that be the official economic value, I'm serious. The market's desperate for some new badasses, so desperate we've got careers cropping up in 7 and 9. It's time we reclaim being the raddest bunch, right, we've got the guns, the muscle aaaaand the victors, obviously we're doing something right here, round of applause you guys!"

There's a few claps, not enough though, "come on you guys! I'mma pass the torch over to Mayor Strauss, this was Mister Zeus Hollistero, signing off." Peace signs out, son.

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muscle flex bro's in office, dude! // D2 election May 9, 2022 23:57:44 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on May 9, 2022 23:57:44 GMT -5

MAYOR VICTOR
STRAUSS

The meathead before him chanted and raved, his booming voice rising above the shouts and the cheers of the crowd that had gathered to meet them. There was something about the Capitol's deligate that just ticked him off. Maybe it was the fact that the mans bicep was bigger than his thigh. Jealousy was a real bitch sometimes- just ask Octavia. But Mr. Boulder begins shouting about all the money he wants to poor intro the district and Victors ears practically perk, a charming grin planted across his face as he wraps an arm around the mans unusually large shoulders. He hoped it didn't look as awkward as it felt- he also hoped that standing next to the brick of a man he didn't look like some starved chicken wing.

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Hollistero. We welcome you with open arms to District Two- the greatest district in Panem, am I right?" Victor shouts into the crowd, moving to shake the Capitolite's hand with a firm grasp. The crowd goes fucking nuts and Victor feels a rush of power surge through him, for so long he had longed for people to adore him, to idolise him like the king that he was, it was intoxicating, and he wondered if this is how his late sister Octavia had felt as she looked out into the crowd. For the longest moment he does nothing to stop the rowdy crowd, soaking it all in.

Victor had every intention on taking full advantage of the cash that Mr Swole so naively offered without so much as a second thought. "With Mr. Hollistero generous donations we will be able to turn this district into something next level! We will surpass my sisters expectations and become the district to look out for, we will take Panem by storm- we will become the district of Baddassery!"

For so long Victor had waited to become a king.

Had he known it would have felt this good he might have gotten rid of his sister sooner.

Love ya sis, but it was his time to reign, and it would be a reign that would be inscribed into history.

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muscle flex bro's in office, dude! // D2 election Jan 9, 2023 13:35:26 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2023 13:35:26 GMT -5

[ three years later ]

ZEUS HOLLISTERO
BACK 'N ACTION

"Get my ass a hovercraft to District 2. NOW," I yell into the phone.

What. The. FUCK.

This is so not good for my brand, are you fucking kidding me, Victor? The news hit me like a damn Gatling gun and I still haven't recovered, even as I'm getting my feet massaged on my private hovercraft. What the fuck did he miss?! Sure, it's been... a while since I had bothered with any of my liaison duties, but it's like hell froze over and now I'm the one paying for it. Gone are the days of the proud and brave District 2 image I pined over back in the elections.

Now, it's... garbage.

G A R B A G E. Quite fucking literally! God, I have a migraine coming on. Victor's not picking up any of my calls, but I know that motherfucker is back in 2 - to think I put him on as a producer of PGT just for THIS. This is why we keep our circles small, ladies and gents, you bring a Districter in and suddenly you're the shiny new face of WASTE MANAGEMENT PRODUCTIONS over fucking night! It's even worse than I imagined: they're taking my peacekeepers away in droves. Before I even get there, I get the news they're shutting down all the academies and transferring students immediately.

To District 9 of all places. Storm Adroxis, you will pay for this boy. Someway, somehow, this is my punishment for not bringing Derecho home, I just know it. It's a quick shuffle from the hovercraft to the liaison van, just long enough for me to flip my hair and put on my sunglasses. I'm gonna kick his steroid chugging ass - you hear me, Victor? I only give him another four calls on the ride over.

Consider that my warning shot. My fists are aching for a face to beat in, but I settle for his front door, banging hard enough to wake up his neighbors. "OPEN THE DOOR JACKASS, IT'S ZEUS," I yell in between knocks, "I JUST WANT TO TALK."

WITH MY FISTS.

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muscle flex bro's in office, dude! // D2 election Jan 27, 2023 6:23:46 GMT -5

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Post by k!ah on Jan 27, 2023 6:23:46 GMT -5

MAYOR VICTOR
STRAUSS

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Victor Strauss was in the dog house, his sisters failure landing him in the hot seat of a district that was falling apart. He couldn't exactly put his finger on the exact moment things began to fall apart. But he had a very good hunch that it was the moment district two was slaughtered, once again, in the Games. Failing to bring home a victor. Yeah, that could have been it. It had been a hot minute since District 2 had brought home consistent victors, something that the Capitol apparently wasn't very impressed with.

So when Victor got word that the peacekeepers would be moving on to District 9 to continue the production of Panem's Law enforcement it had seemed odd at first. Though, instantly, and perhaps naively, he had assumed this might mean that new and improved things were on the horizon for his kingdom. Thats somehow Zeus had pulled some strings to bring bigger and better opportunities to District 2.

Well... He kinda missed the mark with that.

Those thoughts quickly evaporated when he got word that District 2 was about to come home to panels waste recycling- like what the fuck? This was District 2! A district of luxury. It oozed wealth. Well, it had. Now it kind of smelt funny. This was not the kingdom that he had envisioned for himself, the district taking a more industrial approach that made his skin crawl.

Shit.

He was so fucking screwed. He knew that it was only a matter of time before us was at his door, banging it down demanding 'what the fuck happened'. The man had been riding his phone non-stop all morning, which Victor had pointedly ignored, pouring himself another glass of whiskey.

Obviously he would place all the blame of his dead sister, it helped that she was six feet under and unable to defend herself.

Suddenly fists pounded against the door and instantly Victor knew that the Capitols meathead had arrived. "OPEN THE DOOR JACKASS, IT'S ZEUS," he yells between bangs as though Victor might have doubted who was banging down his front door. "I JUST WANT TO TALK."

Yeah. Sure.

Lazily he picks himself up from his chair, throwing back the last of his whiskey before he pulls open the door to his office, ensuring that his face was the embodiment of charm, "Zeus, my friend, come in, come in. You wanted to talk? I assume it make be about the peacekeepers? Or about the new and exciting industry that District 2 has been lucky enough to take part in?"

Yeah, Victor Strauss was so fucked.