Rally, Rally! [Open Impact]

[Saige]

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Standing on the corner just across the street from the Wickbridge station, Saige grinned to herself as she looked down at the stack of flyers she had in her hands. Roughly one hundred neatly stacked papers in her hands, of varying colors and designs that she had spent some time on earlier in the evening. She glanced down to her box that was sitting there on the sidewalk next to her, another five hundred or so flyers piled in it neatly, alongside a matching "Vote Bancroft!" sweatshirt that Saige had made the day prior at Razzle Dazzle Threads for Mora to wear while they were campaigning. She was wearing a matching one, with a button attached to it that she had picked up from the campaign offices of the Bancroft party that read "BANCROFT" in bright lime letters against a black background. On the other side opposite of the button she wore a simple "My Name Is:" tag, having written on it in matching blue sharpie: "Saige" to fill the empty white space and allow others to call her by name if they so chose.

Sure, there wasnt a plethora of people around at this time, the sun already having set almost two hours ago, but there were still plenty making their way through the station with a destination in mind; some going home, some going out. Not hesitating, Saige started handing out the flyers one at a time to anyone who walked by her, flaking the paper off the pile and handing them out fast enough. "Hello there, vote Bancroft." She would say, following up each flyer being handed out with a genuine smile and sometimes even a giggle.

She never looked down, never lost eye contact with those who gave it. Her warm inviting blue eyes stuck to theirs like water on a sponge, and Saige couldnt help but to feel immediately like she was making a difference. Here and there someone would stop, and actually read the flyer while standing right there, and she would wait there patiently while they did so, in case they had any questions. She was proud of her flyers, and proud of the work she was doing, so much so that she stood behind it with everything she had. Including her business, who was named on the flyers. Mora's businesses were named too, and the woman had previously agreed to meet Saige at this very spot, and so she stuck to her post and made sure to not wander too far from her box of campaign supplies.

For about twenty minutes or so she stood there, passing out her stack of flyers, and even picking up the ones people had tossed immediately to the ground. She was not okay with littering the fine world they were living in! Sure her flyers were works of art, as naturally anything she made was, but that did not mean she liked the thought of her art polluting the planet she was inhabiting. Keeping up with the flow from the trains, Saige kept up her smile and continued to be as friendly and as calm as she possibly could with the passer-by's; which for Saige was the most anyone could expect from someone so kind and patient.

[Mora]

Mora didn’t know much about Politics. She was the last person to ask about this sort of stuff, especially who to vote for – but after skimming through candidates. Bancroft was the best, and safest to vote for. So after speaking to Saige – as the woman was helping her with TFF – she decided to get her own businesses behind the rally of Bancroft, she handed out flyers – even her staff talked to customers about it, but not so much that it would annoy them and deter them of purchasing her many various items, she was careful about it. Mora was charismatic, and charming. She had learnt how to be when she had bridged over to Allurist. Saige was adorable enough to catch people’s attention. She was perfect to do this sort of stuff.

I’m on my way over now.

She said to the Mystic slipping the words into her mind as she locked up Peppermint, for the night aftering placing the profit into the safe in her office. The paperwork had already been filed through earlier that night. She had promised the woman she would be there to help hand out flyers for Bancroft, and support her – getting the foundation involved. She was already in the Wickbridge location so it was just a simple ten minute stroll over to the location she was at. She was only set up around the corner of Wickbridge Train Station. Her moss orbs caught sight of Saige handing out flyers. The woman shoved a flyer into a hand as Mora smiled at Saige.

“I’ve come to help”

She said, bringing the flyer to her eye line and raised an eyebrow. It was nicely done, had she done all this herself? Mora was proud of her she moved to the chair, picked up the sweatshirt and shoved it over the top of her head and slipping it on. It slipped over her blue and white flowered dress with ease as she picked up one of the several mountains of flyers and headed to the opposite side of the path to Saige and began to give out her own bunch.

“Vote for Bancroft.” She’d tell them, smiling warmly as they’d take the flyers – some would chuck them in the bin as expected and some would smile at her and put them in their bags.

[Jonah]

Harper stepped off the train and rubbed her eyes. She had had a long day and was looking forward to sleeping for a few hours before she had to be up again. Jonah had managed to get her access to his apartment which was totes better than sleeping in the dorms again and much quieter, so she could actually get some studying done. Plus, the big guy helped her with her homework when she needed it, like a built in tutor.

As she headed towards the bank to put some money in the bank, a flyer was shoved in to her hands. She stepped back hard, not liking her personal space invaded and when she looked up at who had done it, she just saw a smiling face looking back at her that blurted out

"Vote for Bancroft."

She read over the flyer carefully and stood in front of the booth, obstructing foot traffic for a moment. "So...you're asking me to vote for a psychopath who beat a man half to death?" The young woman emphasized certain words to make sure that the small crowd of people walking by could hear them and not get sucked in to the lunacy that these two women had obviously been roped in to.

[Saige]

Mora had shown up, after telling her she was on her way, and then dawned the matching sweater. She clapped in approval excitedly. It was perfect. She was happy that she had Mora to help her with this. She wasn't happy that her flyers were still being discarded to the ground and garbage cans in the vicinity. She'd have to go around and pick them up one at a time, and properly dispose of the ones that were damaged beyond re-use after they were all finished up. She nodded to herself, yes, that was a good plan. They couldnt just leave them there. That was bad form.

She kept at it, passing them out, the stack of one hundred or so that she had in her hands at the begining of starting was dwindling fast, and she was excited to see that despite the amount being tossed without any regard for the eco-system. "Vote Bancroft." She kept on, assuring people as she handed them the papers that were simple and got their point across. Saige frowned though, overhearing a woman who had gotten loud with Mora. There was no need for that! They were being peaceful, simply campaigning and this person was clearly heated about being handed a flyer.

Saige cleared her throat as quietly as possible before making her way over to the woman who had gotten loud, and she gingerly and gently reached out to touch the woman on the shoulder to gain her attention. Smiling as warmly as possible, she kept her voice steady and calm to assure that the situation didnt escalate quickly. "Please miss, there is no need to get upset." She gave a reassuring nod, "If you know who you wish to vote for then we are sorry for imposing." It was simple. No trouble here. Just a couple of females trying to spread some information to the general public.

[Trinity]

She still wasn’t used to living on the totally opposite side of town.

Hell, she wasn’t even used to living with a man.

Yet, she found herself pulling her bag over her shoulder, fingers hooking into the straps as she made her way off of the station towards Veil Tower. Casting one of the workers a brilliant smile, she let her gaze travel the familiar roads. Normally, it was somewhat quiet. She hadn’t seen many people milling about, but tonight was something different. It was that damned campaign. It was making everything more complicated than it needed to be. She’d never really understood politics, nor had she ever been remotely involved in something like this, but this was a new life, right? Could it really kill her to try and get involved with the town she’d come to call home? It’d make Tate proud. Hell, anything she did made her sire proud, she figured. At the very least, she never seemed to upset her.

After a few minute of just standing there, staring at the cute little thing handing out fliers, Trinity decided to do something about it. It wasn’t going to be easy with the thoughts inside of her mind driving her to the point of ripping her golden curls from her skull, or the sounds that assaulted her so loudly she thought she was going to go insane, but she wanted to make a change. She wanted to get better. She could do this, right? She could do this without making every one think she was some lunatic that escaped from the Asylum. She could manage just a few minutes without digging her eyes from her skull, right? It should be easy – if only they would stop thinking so ******* loud.

“You got this, Trin…”

As she stepped off the sidewalk towards her, another woman cut in front and pulled the flier free. “What do you mean psychopath?” Shaking her head, she stepped up next to the woman that had spoken her concerns, and tilted her head as she pulled free a flier to scan over the words. Bancroft? She’d heard his name mentioned a few times on the radio, but she’d not found out much on him. In fact, it was the other two – Spencer and Gilbert – that seemed to come up more for her. This could be interesting. Maybe she could find out more about the quiet candidate. Tucking a curl behind her ear, she turned towards the girl and put on her most dazzling smile.

Sure, she was bright and bubbly. Sure, she could flirt with the best of them, but in her amber eyes was something dark. She’d always been wild and reckless, making choices before she even took a chance to think them through. That’s what led her to stand on the corner in her leather jacket tossed over her black Halestorm shirt that rested too tight across her chest, short checkered skirt and knee high converse. She didn’t look like someone that had any real interest in the campaign. Hell, she probably looked like some psychopath herself! She tried to suppress it with that smile – which, oddly enough, was genuine. “Bancroft attacked someone, and you think we should vote for him? Did he have reasons?” The questions flowed easily, that challenge in her eyes shining bright as she took a step closer to the girl. She made sure not to impose too much on her personal space, but it was clear she was interested. She had thought it was stupid before, but how would it be to have a city run by someone as fucked up as the rest of them?

[Enver Marshall II]

OOC: Solo, one shot post. Cheers.

"And so, Marshall Enterprises will be supporting and backing Evelyn Gilbert, this campaign season. More jobs, means less poverty on our streets and city. Vote Gilbert 2014. Thank you." The male didn't acknowledge the half dozen or so raised hands after the small press conference he called in his board room, as he closed the leather bound folder, forgetting all about his written and spoken work on behalf of Evelyn's campaign front. No, they were not friends, or had the same circle of friends even, but she was the lesser of the three evils. The fae creature was a joke. They'd never done anything but attack their kind, from Charlotte, to Peter and Jersey. No, having them in politics would be a full on war. And Bancroft? He was someone's thrall, but whoever it was was hiding their identity. Either it was the crow fellow, or some ritualist, maybe. They tended to be sneaky. And that meant it was a thrall of someone in Tytonidae in his mind. They were the sneakiest bastards of all.

**** 2 Hours later ****

"No, no, no, no, no." Enver groaned as he stepped on dozens of Bancroft flyers as he walked from the theatre to the other side of town for his usual cup of coffee, then home to tinker on some things. He kicked at the fliers, letting the wind take them where it would, the rest were torn beneath his designer loafers [with intention] as Enver grabbed out his cell phone and sent his thrall a text.

Crash, I need you to spread the word with your friends what a douche Bancroft is. Gilbert's gold. Also, top drawer in the apartment is a copy of my police reports from California. See what you can do with photoshop, smack Bancroft's face on those and pass them around. 11 OWI's and some domestics should ruin his chances with the upstanding citizens of Harper Rock. Let me know when you get it done. Save me some copies to put up around my places.

****Three hours later****

Spread the word about your girl, Gilbert. None of my friends really want jobs man, but if other people get jobs, means more **** moving on the streets. Sales will finally be looking good. As for the photo shop ****, it's not real legit looking, but what can you expect from a sophomore college drop out? Hope it helps, man. Saved you half a dozen copies, they're on your desk. Man, you used to live the high life, man. Next weekend, you and me.

Enver read the text, muttered something under his breath about a half-assed job, deleted the message, tossed his empty coffee cup away and headed home. He'd done all he could do for now; financially and slandering in hopes of keeping a human, where they should be. In their rightful office.

[Jonah]

Harper jerked her shoulder back from the woman's attempt at touching her. "You're as bad as him. Attempting to infringe upon my freedom of speech through use of physical force." She knew that she was being excessive but, to be completely honest, she was a bored college student and this was something to do. Time well spent railing against the man.

A newcomer, probably off the same train she had been on, asked her to elaborate and she smiled broadly at the one that had touched her. "See, some people want to know the truth instead of just following the herd." Turning her attention fully to the other woman her face crew serious. "Wyatt Bancroft, the man these women want to be our new mayor with all the extra rights the Prime Minister is bestowing upon that station, chased a man down, pulled him out of his car, and beat him with his fists until the man passed out and the police had to pull him off. What I heard is the other man has stabilized but is too scared to press charges." In reality, she had no idea of the specifics but that was the rumor that she had heard and she had no qualms about spreading it.

She leaned a little closer, as if sharing a secret. "He did all that because he got cut off in traffic. Imagine what he would do to you or me or anyone else if we upset him and he's mayor." She pursed her lips and nodded, letting the other woman come to her own conclusions.

[Saige]

Saige frowned. This woman was clearly irate, and having a bad day, and it was showing. Not even allowing Saige to console her. "You must be having a rough day, lovely." Saige couldnt help but mumble it at the woman as she egged on the emotional outburst and brought the newcomer in on information. The woman was making a scene, and Saige was only trying to console her to help her feel better. But here she was, being rather.... obnoxious. Saige looked over to Mora, as if silently saying "Help", unsure of how exactly to diffuse the situation.

"The truth is that choosing a candidate other than Bancroft would be detrimental to the future of Harper Rock." She sighed, turning to hand out more flyers to a group of people walking by. "Were you actually there for that, miss?" She couldnt help but ask, turning her head to look at the woman. Of course, if she was lying about the whole thing, what was to stop the woman from lying about being there? "I dont think your facts are backed by any poof, miss." There, that would seal the deal. She didnt hesitate to pass out more flyers as she said this, glancing back and forth with her signature warm smile and curved happy eyes.

[Mora]

Mora had ignored the outburst of the woman, she didn’t want her to ruin this campaigning for her. Mora just wanted to get on with it. Handing out flyers she smiled at them giving off that “VOTE BANCROFT” Everytime she got the chance, even a few people asked her about it – and Mora being Mora answered their questions as best as she could.

Though the woman’s comment about infringement of speech made the telepath laugh. “No.” She said in reply to that. “You are infringing upon –our- freedom of speech, everyone has their own opinions my dear. You think Bancroft is an evil man, whilst we don’t think he has.” She smiled placing a hand upon the human’s shoulder giving her a small jolt of pacification through her – not enough to make her notice, but enough to make her stop causing a scene. Mora could see the cry for help in Saige’s eye as she smiled at the woman again.

“Thank you for talking to us –and sharing your opinion. This campaign is going to be interesting, indeed.” She said as she turned back to the people passing them once again handing out flyers, telling them to vote for Bancroft.

[Mordechai]

Slipping the grate to the side, Mordechai slipped from the westwall sewers, and entered the back doors of the transit station. Following the shadows, the Brobdingnagian killer made his way quietly to an empty car on the tracks aimed at wickbridge. Slipping inside, he settled in an end bench, slouching down and waiting for the train to take off. Finally the lights dimmed darker and with a screech of releasing air, the transit started to roll. The raven haired vampire could have been there in seconds, but he had a dilemma to ponder, and a slower journey across the city would give him time.

Mordie had found a paper laying in the sewers after his last kill, the front page dedicated to the upcoming elections. He had used his powers, appraised all the candidates, read their memories, probed as deep into them as his considerable abilities allowed. He only came up with two certainties. The Spencer chick was tied up with the jorogamos that had been slowly invading the city... a definite non-starter right out of the gates. Anyone tied to them, could in no way be good for the city, or more importantly, for him. Two, Bancroft, was a puppet, and the puppetmaster was formidable. Nothing scared Mordechai, but when he tried to get a read on the puppetmaster, chills rolled down his spine. It was a vampire, but its likes, Mordie had never seen, nor felt before.

His roving eyes followed every movement that flickered outside the window as the train sped through the city. Finally nearing wickbridge station, the killer rose, keeping his head lowered to clear the tram roof as he silently glided to the doors. The station was quiet, and as the doors opened he paused to scan the platform. Stepping out he again followed the darkness and shadows to the back, slipping from the station and following the wall around to the streets. It was becoming harder and harder to blend in with the general populace, even in the vampire world, there were not many seven foot tall three hundred pound leviathans to merge with.

Reaching the side walk, he saw Mora, an adopted sangue, and another familiar looking female passing out flyers to the pedestrians. ''I wonder if the TFF is holding another event'' he thought as he moved closer, surreptitiously snagging a discarded flyer as the breeze brought it to him. He read it over, politics, it was like they had read his mind, then quickly raised his head as he heard the strident tones of an irate human female railing at Mora's partner. Silently he moved closer, listening to her accusations about Bancroft. Gently reaching out he touched Mora's mind, Trouble, Mora? I am near.