a rather auspicious encounter // maya/killian blitzish
Jun 15, 2017 17:10:28 GMT -5
Post by lance on Jun 15, 2017 17:10:28 GMT -5
Sometime before hour two but after hour one, she'd made a vow that once this was over, one way or another, she'd never step foot in a bar unless absolutely necessary.
But, her campaign manager had said that it would be good to unwind a little, a chance to show herself out and about and having a good time for the press.
Of course, to her, a good chance to unwind meant a quiet evening at home, enjoying peaceful coexistence with her wife and children as the hours grew late. But apparently, that wasn't going to fly with the manager, so here she was.
It was somewhere around hour three when she had decided that she needed a breather. So she'd gotten up from her seat, taken one last sip of a barely-touched beer, and promptly exited the boisterous atmosphere inside in favor of the quiet setting of the outdoors.
Footsteps echoed on pavement as she quickly put distance between herself and the bar. She knew she'd have to return eventually, but right now, clearing her head was of utmost importance.
And Ripred, was there a lot inside to clear it of.
She'd entered the game of politics with low hopes and lower expectations, envisioning that she'd get to make her speech, perhaps use this newfound position to do some good, and then quietly fade into the background while one of her opponents claimed the floor for themselves.
But the gamble she had made with her speech had paid off far better than anyone, herself included, had expected. Despite her virtual criticism of Katelyn Persimmon, she'd maintained a public opinion of well over fifty percent. Acts of publicity had gone better than expected (though she figured that she was more to thank for that over her kind-hearted yet ultimately inept manager), and she'd managed to win the endorsement of enough key people of influence within the district to maintain level with her opposition.
Even President Snow had taken notice of her, commending her and her campaign, which only boosted her spirits further, for that meant that her plan of portraying herself as anything but a threat had succeeded.
Realizing that if she walked much further her manager would likely send runners after her before she got back, she paused, before making an abrupt U-turn.
A U-turn that almost resulted in her colliding with a large male figure.
Luckily, her wits were about her, and she not only managed to pause in front of the figure with two feet to spare but also keep her cry of surprise suppressed within her chest.
Her gaze rose to the other's face, and she blinked.
For a moment, neither moved. Her guard was up, yet she sensed no ill intent from the unknown figure.
As such, it would be curiosity, not caution, that eventually broke the silence between them.
"Can I help you?" she asked the figure, guarded but not unkindly.
But, her campaign manager had said that it would be good to unwind a little, a chance to show herself out and about and having a good time for the press.
Of course, to her, a good chance to unwind meant a quiet evening at home, enjoying peaceful coexistence with her wife and children as the hours grew late. But apparently, that wasn't going to fly with the manager, so here she was.
It was somewhere around hour three when she had decided that she needed a breather. So she'd gotten up from her seat, taken one last sip of a barely-touched beer, and promptly exited the boisterous atmosphere inside in favor of the quiet setting of the outdoors.
Footsteps echoed on pavement as she quickly put distance between herself and the bar. She knew she'd have to return eventually, but right now, clearing her head was of utmost importance.
And Ripred, was there a lot inside to clear it of.
She'd entered the game of politics with low hopes and lower expectations, envisioning that she'd get to make her speech, perhaps use this newfound position to do some good, and then quietly fade into the background while one of her opponents claimed the floor for themselves.
But the gamble she had made with her speech had paid off far better than anyone, herself included, had expected. Despite her virtual criticism of Katelyn Persimmon, she'd maintained a public opinion of well over fifty percent. Acts of publicity had gone better than expected (though she figured that she was more to thank for that over her kind-hearted yet ultimately inept manager), and she'd managed to win the endorsement of enough key people of influence within the district to maintain level with her opposition.
Even President Snow had taken notice of her, commending her and her campaign, which only boosted her spirits further, for that meant that her plan of portraying herself as anything but a threat had succeeded.
Realizing that if she walked much further her manager would likely send runners after her before she got back, she paused, before making an abrupt U-turn.
A U-turn that almost resulted in her colliding with a large male figure.
Luckily, her wits were about her, and she not only managed to pause in front of the figure with two feet to spare but also keep her cry of surprise suppressed within her chest.
Her gaze rose to the other's face, and she blinked.
For a moment, neither moved. Her guard was up, yet she sensed no ill intent from the unknown figure.
As such, it would be curiosity, not caution, that eventually broke the silence between them.
"Can I help you?" she asked the figure, guarded but not unkindly.
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