from rags, to power [Ems]
Jan 26, 2019 1:55:04 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Jan 26, 2019 1:55:04 GMT -5
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I’m not doing it this year. He shook his head as memories of his campaign five years ago filled his mind. All the leaflets, knocking on doors, writing up speeches - and for what? The media attention had faded all too quickly, leaving only whispers. That he was a ruthless man, who would put his ambitions above his son - never mind that trying to compromise with a crazy girl he later learned was Ella Tracy, tribute of the 77th, would only show him as weak and invite further danger. Never mind that he had chosen the only strategic course of action, and that his son, when prodded, would agree.
Still, he studied the candidates carefully. He’d expected far more candidates to swarm in to the vacuum left by Io Wie’s departure, but there were only two. Rose Valfierno, the same as she’d been when he’d competed with her five years ago. And a newcomer: Harvey Tomlin.
They were both a bit young for the position, he thought. But Harvey Tomlin was a man after his own heart. An ambitious man, who’d worked himself up from little, who might go on to do great things… and perhaps remember a certain businessman who offered him support.
”Mr.Tomlin!” he calls out as he spots the man down the street. ”Might I have a word?”
knuckles
anders selberg
I’m not doing it this year. He shook his head as memories of his campaign five years ago filled his mind. All the leaflets, knocking on doors, writing up speeches - and for what? The media attention had faded all too quickly, leaving only whispers. That he was a ruthless man, who would put his ambitions above his son - never mind that trying to compromise with a crazy girl he later learned was Ella Tracy, tribute of the 77th, would only show him as weak and invite further danger. Never mind that he had chosen the only strategic course of action, and that his son, when prodded, would agree.
Still, he studied the candidates carefully. He’d expected far more candidates to swarm in to the vacuum left by Io Wie’s departure, but there were only two. Rose Valfierno, the same as she’d been when he’d competed with her five years ago. And a newcomer: Harvey Tomlin.
They were both a bit young for the position, he thought. But Harvey Tomlin was a man after his own heart. An ambitious man, who’d worked himself up from little, who might go on to do great things… and perhaps remember a certain businessman who offered him support.
”Mr.Tomlin!” he calls out as he spots the man down the street. ”Might I have a word?”
